In a small county on the eastern coast of China, it was almost six o'clock in the evening, and people came and went on the streets, passing by, and there were cars passing by from time to time, which was very lively.

Under a street light on the side of this street, two people were squatting, one old and one young, one old. The old had long hair, a short stick passed through the bun, bulging high like a bull's nose; the young one had a small flat head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a simple and upright look. A cheap cigarette worth one hundred and five cents between his fingers was swallowing the clouds and sniffing.

The old and young man squatted under the street light. The boy smiled on his face, and glanced at the pedestrians coming and going on the street from the corner of his eyes, and raised his lips slightly, "In the third round, if you lose, you will be miserable."

The old Taoist priest squatting beside the boy looked at the boy with resentment, unscrewed the bottle cap of the wine bottle in his hand, raised his head and poured a mouthful of hot farmhouse wine into his mouth, spraying a strong smell of wine. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who is your little kid? The elders of the master have never told you that when you go out to walk around the world, do you have to respect the elderly and love the young?"

With a pair of big eyes flashing under the thick eyebrows, the boy turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest beside him. The corners of his mouth were getting higher and higher, and he smiled maliciously: "I respect the elderly and love the young, I'm afraid you can't bear it. If you are afraid, you can choose to admit defeat, and I won't hit you."

"Are I afraid of you?" The old Taoist priest's voice suddenly increased, and he placed the bottle heavily on the ground, as if he was encouraging his courage to practice it. He said, "I started at the age of three and started at the age of nine. Over the past 52 years, all the experts from all over the country have retreated. The thieves on the road were frightened when they heard my name... I am afraid of you? It's ridiculous!!"

"Hu" stood up from the street lights. The old Taoist priest, who was less than 1.68 meters tall, had a thin body as if a breeze could easily overturn him to the ground. The old Taoist priest's emotions became a little excited, "For fifty-two years, from high officials to roadside vendors, how could I lose my hand?!"

The boy squatting on the ground also stood up slowly, leaned his right shoulder against the telephone pole of the street light, raised his eyelids loosely and said to the old Taoist: "Don't say I bully you, it's only a minute!"

"You're ready!" The old Taoist priest raised his hand and straightened his hair. He took out a delicate small wooden comb from somewhere. He gently combed the goatee on his chin, then held his head and chest up, and walked towards a middle-aged woman on the street who had been staring at him for a long time.

The middle-aged woman had long, big and thick hair, and her arms were thicker than the thighs of the old Taoist priest. When she stood there, she looked like a small hill.

The old Taoist priest smiled warmly on his face and came straight to the middle-aged woman. He clenched his fist with his right hand and covered his right fist with his left hand. He raised his knees, raised his eyebrows, bowed slightly and said, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, this female lay Buddhist, I am so rich that you can see your seal hall shining... "

"Your mother is just looking black in Yintang!" The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows. Before the old Taoist priest could finish her words, her palm-sized palm-fan had already broken through the air. With a crisp sound, she slapped the old Taoist priest in the ground, with a starry eyes. After a beautiful turn of 180 degrees, she fell to eat shit.

When the middle-aged woman saw her being a little ruthless, she looked around and found that many people had turned their eyes to her. She panicked and said something, turned her head and ran away, "This kind of shameless liar in the world is also his own fault to kill him! Cough... Bah, Yin Tang is still black!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm fell on the old Taoist priest's bun, and the pedestrians watching also pointed at the old Taoist priest.

It took seven or eight minutes later that the old Taoist priest broke out of the siege and fled back to the street light in a panic. He sighed repeatedly: "In the past, people's hearts are not old... What I said clearly is that the Yin Tang is shining, which is a great wealth and great honor. Why did it turn into the Yin Tang black? No disaster, no disaster!"

"Say sad, this is all caused by TV." The young man raised his lips and comforted the old Taoist priest, but his face clearly showed a gloating smile, and he was almost laughing.

The old Taoist priest gritted his teeth and glared at the boy beside him, and said angrily: "One minute is limited to, go and try it?"

"I'll try it. If I don't show you some real skills, you would think I'm fooling you!" The boy opened his arms and moved his muscles, his eyes swept across the street casually, and soon found his target... an old lady holding an iron bowl and blocking people everywhere on the street.

Seeing the young man walking straight towards the old lady, the old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly became round and murmured: "Beast... can you even do this?"

Just as the old Taoist priest was watching, the young man walked to the old lady begging along the street. In order to let the old Taoist priest see more clearly, he deliberately moved sideways, allowing the old lady to enter the old Taoist priest's sight, and the two stood face to face.

The old Taoist priest even forgot to wipe off the thick phlegm from his hair bun, and stood under the street lamp and stared at the boy without blinking. The muscles at the corner of his mouth were still twitching slightly.

The boy faced the old lady and said sympathetically: "Auntie, I see you have been walking back and forth on the street several times. It's so hard to get money out on this hot day."

"Boss, okay, my wife has a stroke in the bed and can't get out of the ground..."

"Have you had a stroke? That's so pitiful... If I had change on me, I would definitely give you some. It's a pity. I only have big money on me and no change."

"It's okay if you don't have change. Boss, how much do you give me? I'll give you change..."

"Isn't this good?"

"It's okay, I'm all change here..."

"Okay." The boy nodded heavily, as if he had made great determination. Just as an electric car drove past, he took out a wrinkled one-yuan banknote and threw it into the old lady's broken bowl full of five or ten yuan, and then said, "I'll give you a chicken, you can find me Jiu Mao."

"I...you..." The old lady widened her eyes and was a little confused.

The boy reached out to dial in her bowl and found a few cent coins and a five cent coins. He took them out one by one, but after counting, it was wrong...

"Why is it only eight cents?"

"Boss...you..."

"Oh, forget it, it's a little bit, it's a bargain, you're cheap." The boy threw the coin in his hand, turned around and left with a sigh.

At this moment, the old Taoist priest standing under the street light had already widened his eyes and kept trembling in his mouth: "Beast... this guy is worse than beast!!!"

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