Chapter 19 third quarter
The lean meat turned into thin slices under the sharp edge.Ge Yuansheng, who was wrapped in a white turban, watched the pieces of meat fall one by one, thinking of the dead bodies scattered all over the battlefield.
He closes his eyes.The meat cleaver in the palm did not stop.The five-pound piece of meat was cut up in no time.
This is his current knife.
The stove fire was leaping, and the hot oil on the big iron pan was bouncing wildly.The cook looked at the sliced meat under Ge Yuansheng's knife with satisfaction.
The meat cleaver was nailed to the cutting board with a "chuck".Ge Yuansheng wiped his hands with the scarf around his waist, and walked out of the kitchen alone.
Right in front of the door, Qi Chu, who was thin and yellow but still handsome and handsome, ran towards him angrily.
"Third brother!" Qi Chu gasped and said, "It's not good, Baidou was blocked by people at the market!"
Ge Yuansheng pulled off his turban, revealing his fiery red hair, and returned to the kitchen, holding the meat-cutting knife in his right palm.
A corner of the store was rarely silent.The roaring hawking on weekdays disappeared in the May air, leaving only the crowing of chickens and ducks, and the sound of dirty water dripping from the eaves beside the street. Di Bin stood empty-handed on the street, silently looking at a basket of overturned pears on the ground. Six disheveled hooligans surrounded Di Bin in a semicircle.The one in the middle is obviously a leader, with a dirty turban and a face full of bluish-white mange, holding a pear in his hand, biting a bit, chewing for a round, swallowing only the juice, and spitting out the meat residue. on the ground. "Bah!" The skinny man threw away the pear with only one bite. "This pear smells worse than dog pee! Fuck you, it's wasting my teeth!" Di Bin was silent. The skinny man became even more agitated. "People stink, so do the pears you sell, right?" The five subordinates laughed loudly. "Xiao Leng'er!" The skinny man pointed his halberd at Di Bin: "I call you! That's right! I can tell you are a smelly Leng'er at a glance!" "Xing Leng'er" is a title given by Piaocheng people to the veterans who have been pouring in in recent years, to mark their special status as outsiders, which contains great contempt. "Xian Leng'er, don't think that you have killed people on the battlefield, I am afraid of you! You are as big as a turtle egg, and I have cut five or six fucking times with a knife! "He wasn't lying. Di Bin remained silent. "Are you pretending to be dumb? Who do you think I am? I belong to the 'slaughter house'! The man on my head, I'm afraid to scare you into peeing if I say it! It's the black dog Baye!" Di Bin still didn't say a word, but his expression was neither humble nor overbearing. Dagui saw that Di Bin was unmoved when he heard the name "Slaughterhouse" Black Dog Baye, and couldn't help becoming angry. "Pretending to be deaf? Fuck your mother!" With a gesture of his hand, five of his subordinates pulled out the knives hidden in their boots one after another. The shop crowd watched from a distance—especially after hearing the word "slaughterhouse". "Now I'll give you a way to survive: call me 'Brother Gui', respectfully offer you twenty 'money', and guarantee you to sell your stinky pears here every day!" Di Bin finally raised his head, his eyes shot into the eyes of the skinny Dagui. "No. I can't call you brother. I have a boss—I only have one." Dagui felt uncomfortable being looked at by Di Bin's sharp eyes.But looking around, the white-skinned dwarf was unarmed and alone, and when he saw the five shiny knives on his side, he smiled sinisterly again. "Damn it, Xing Leng'er is here to pretend to be a brother! What kind of boss do you have? Show your name and see how much bigger than a dog flea!" "Don't insult my boss." Di Bin clenched his fists and was ready to fight.He didn't think about giving in, at worst, he ran away if he couldn't beat him. Mangy Dagui was about to grab Di Bin's skirt when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.His movements stopped. He looked back and saw a red-haired man standing on Xishou Street, who looked like a fierce sharp knife stuck in the street. The man like a knife came slowly. Knife in hand.
From a pharmacy at the west end of Shannan Street in the south of Piaocheng, there was a monotonous and gloomy sound of pounding medicine. The fragrance of medicine scattered from the stone pile.Yu Runsheng sniffed the aroma and kept pounding the powdered medicine.In this quiet afternoon, in this smell and atmosphere, the memory of hometown floats leisurely. Yu Runsheng recalled the days of his youth. Youth...he was thinking, youth must not be exhausted by the fragrance of this medicine. - someday...
A corner of the store was rarely silent.The roaring hawking on weekdays disappeared in the May air, leaving only the crowing of chickens and ducks, and the sound of dirty water dripping from the eaves beside the street. Di Bin stood empty-handed on the street, silently looking at a basket of overturned pears on the ground. Six disheveled hooligans surrounded Di Bin in a semicircle.The one in the middle is obviously a leader, with a dirty turban and a face full of bluish-white mange, holding a pear in his hand, biting a bit, chewing for a round, swallowing only the juice, and spitting out the meat residue. on the ground. "Bah!" The skinny man threw away the pear with only one bite. "This pear smells worse than dog pee! Fuck you, it's wasting my teeth!" Di Bin was silent. The skinny man became even more agitated. "People stink, so do the pears you sell, right?" The five subordinates laughed loudly. "Xiao Leng'er!" The skinny man pointed his halberd at Di Bin: "I call you! That's right! I can tell you are a smelly Leng'er at a glance!" "Xing Leng'er" is a title given by Piaocheng people to the veterans who have been pouring in in recent years, to mark their special status as outsiders, which contains great contempt. "Xian Leng'er, don't think that you have killed people on the battlefield, I am afraid of you! You are as big as a turtle egg, and I have cut five or six fucking times with a knife! "He wasn't lying. Di Bin remained silent. "Are you pretending to be dumb? Who do you think I am? I belong to the 'slaughter house'! The man on my head, I'm afraid to scare you into peeing if I say it! It's the black dog Baye!" Di Bin still didn't say a word, but his expression was neither humble nor overbearing. Dagui saw that Di Bin was unmoved when he heard the name "Slaughterhouse" Black Dog Baye, and couldn't help becoming angry. "Pretending to be deaf? Fuck your mother!" With a gesture of his hand, five of his subordinates pulled out the knives hidden in their boots one after another. The shop crowd watched from a distance—especially after hearing the word "slaughterhouse". "Now I'll give you a way to survive: call me 'Brother Gui', respectfully offer you twenty 'money', and guarantee you to sell your stinky pears here every day!" Di Bin finally raised his head, his eyes shot into the eyes of the skinny Dagui. "No. I can't call you brother. I have a boss—I only have one." Dagui felt uncomfortable being looked at by Di Bin's sharp eyes.But looking around, the white-skinned dwarf was unarmed and alone, and when he saw the five shiny knives on his side, he smiled sinisterly again. "Damn it, Xing Leng'er is here to pretend to be a brother! What kind of boss do you have? Show your name and see how much bigger than a dog flea!" "Don't insult my boss." Di Bin clenched his fists and was ready to fight.He didn't think about giving in, at worst, he ran away if he couldn't beat him. Mangy Dagui was about to grab Di Bin's skirt when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.His movements stopped. He looked back and saw a red-haired man standing on Xishou Street, who looked like a fierce sharp knife stuck in the street. The man like a knife came slowly. Knife in hand.
From a pharmacy at the west end of Shannan Street in the south of Piaocheng, there was a monotonous and gloomy sound of pounding medicine. The fragrance of medicine scattered from the stone pile.Yu Runsheng sniffed the aroma and kept pounding the powdered medicine.In this quiet afternoon, in this smell and atmosphere, the memory of hometown floats leisurely. Yu Runsheng recalled the days of his youth. Youth...he was thinking, youth must not be exhausted by the fragrance of this medicine. - someday...