Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 530 Wrap It Up With Me

At noon, I ran into Old Man Shui.

Old man Shui happened to catch two rabbits, saw Secretary Zhao and Lao Zhuang, and asked Secretary Zhao and Lao Zhuang to go to his house for lunch.

Secretary Zhao suddenly remembered the purpose of going to the village this time.

This time I went to the village to see if the Shui family was doing something crooked, otherwise where would I get the money to raise five big Tibetan mastiffs that were more edible than humans.

"Old Shui, I heard that your food is very good, is it true?"

Old Man Shui's eyelids twitched, and he said slowly, "Who said that?"

Secretary Zhao pointed to the rabbit and said, "Look, your family already eats meat. Isn't this food good?"

Old Man Shui glanced at the two rabbits in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly.

"It's not what our family eats."

"It's not for your family, who is it for?"

"For the dogs."

Secretary Zhao: ...

Just now he was asked to eat rabbits, but now he is said to be for dogs, isn't that calling him a dog?
Secretary Zhao's complexion turned pale: "Old Shui, if you have an opinion, you can raise it, but you can't retaliate with words."

"I have no objection, it's just for the dogs. If you don't believe me, you can ask my elder brother."

In his heart, Lao Zhuang scolded Secretary Zhao for not eating shit.

It was rare to be able to have a tooth sacrifice and eat rabbit meat. After Secretary Zhao made such a fuss, it was all right now, and there was no meat to eat.

He smiled and said: "That's right, it's for dogs to eat. They have five Tibetan mastiffs."

Secretary Zhao immediately put on a straight face.

Now he doesn't even call him Old Shui anymore, he just calls him Old Shui.

"Old man Shui, you are wrong. Now it is not easy for every family to eat enough, and some people even starve to death. You have five big Tibetan mastiffs at home, and you still give such good meat to the dogs. , you are simply taking the road of capitalism, you will be criticized. I have to educate you, tell me, what are you thinking in your heart? Also, where did you come from? Money to raise so many dogs?"

"What do you think? I just want to raise the orphan of the great martyr."

Secretary Zhao: ...

"No, old man Shui, what do you mean? What's your attitude? I'm just telling you about raising Tibetan mastiffs. Why are you talking about orphans of martyrs?"

Old Man Shui glanced at Secretary Zhao meaningfully: "Do you know how my dog ​​got here?"

Secretary Zhao was stunned, thinking of the martyr that old man Shui said, he asked tentatively, "Is this dog a gift from a martyr?"

"No."

"Sent by the family members of the martyrs?"

"No."

"It's raised by the children of martyrs..."

"No."

"It's Lie..."

"No."

Secretary Zhao got angry: "Hey, old man Shui, I haven't finished my sentence yet, so you rejected it? What's your attitude?"

Old Man Shui suddenly smiled: "Anyway, what you say is wrong, I can't seek truth from facts?"

Secretary Zhao patted his leg and said, "I see, your dog is a martyr!"
Old Man Shui: ...

Old Zhuang: ...

Then Secretary Zhao saw the deep pity for his IQ from the eyes of Lao Zhuang and Old Man Shui.

Secretary Zhao became annoyed and said, "This is neither, nor is that. What is it? Old man Shui, you must explain clearly today."

The old man Shui said slowly: "Didn't I tell you that the orphans of martyrs, the so-called orphans of martyrs, of course their parents are martyrs. The parents of my big Tibetan mastiff are martyrs. Then you think you should give it meat? Its parents are throwing their heads and blood in the front, contributing their lives for our liberation, and we still have to be harsh on their children, isn't this making them die?"

Secretary Zhao: ...

"That's what it should be." Secretary Zhao said embarrassingly.

The three of them quickly walked to the gate of Shui's house.

The big Tibetan mastiff ran out to greet him with four sons shaking their fat buttocks. When they saw the rabbit in Old Man Shui's hand, they jumped and barked happily.

The four smaller ones circled around Old Man Shui.

The old man Shui touched the four little ones one by one, and the four little ones immediately jumped up happily.

Secretary Zhao looked at it and said, "That's not right, old man Shui, didn't you say that these five Tibetan mastiffs are orphans of martyrs? Why are these four elephants born of the big one?"

Old Man Shui gave him a sideways glance: "That's right, the man with the big Tibetan Mastiff is a martyr."

The big Tibetan Mastiff blinked when he heard it, and then fell to the ground with a babble, showing a look of lovelessness.

Seeing their mother's expression, the four little ones also lay down on the ground with Baji, showing the same look in their eyes.

Secretary Zhao said with emotion: "As expected of being an orphan of a martyr, he is really smart and human."

As soon as Secretary Zhao entered the house, the big Tibetan mastiff ran to the field with four small ones to have fun, not a bit sad.

After the old man Shui took the rabbit to the kitchen, he said a few words to Laoshi.

The old man showed a look of embarrassment: "Old man, since our family has Fubao, since when did we eat bran? Where do you want me to find bran?"

The old man Shui pondered for a while: "You go to the rice storehouse upstairs to sieve it. If it really doesn't work, beat the rice storehouse again to see if you can shake out some chaff in the corners."

"How many years of chaff has it been? Even if it can be typed out, it must be moldy?"

"It's going to be moldy. This shows that we are hard-working and simple. I think that old man Secretary Zhao is full of food and has a sick mind. He might be happy to use these things to fool him."

"That's fine. I'll let Brother Pan do this later, she loves to do this kind of thing the most. What are you cooking?"

Old Man Shui glanced at her: "Our family is so poor, what else do you want to prepare?"

Laoshi laughed and said: "That's true, but after all, we are a guest from afar, so we can't do without food. Fu Bao said that the bitter melon we planted is already edible, and we will fry another bitter melon in a while."

"That's fine, you decide. By the way, don't use oil, just boil it."

"Understood, don't worry."

After the old man Shui left, Laoshi called Chen Pandi and asked her to shake the rice storehouse on the second floor and sweep some rice bran out.

Chen Pandi didn't understand at first, so he blinked and asked, "Why sweep rice bran? Feed it to pigs?"

Laoshi covered her mouth with one hand, and after getting closer, he turned around and cursed in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's for Secretary Zhao!"

"Ah? Feed this to the secretary? Mom, aren't you afraid that the secretary will make you wear shoes?"

Laoshi curled his lips: "I have to feed him well, so he will wear shoes for me."

In order to avoid Chen Pandi's nonsense, Lao Shi fooled her and said: "You don't know how honest and honest our secretary Zhao is. He has been eating bad food since he was a child. If he wants to eat good food, he will have diarrhea. Dehydration is dead, so I can only eat bad ones, or the worse ones."

Chen Pandi said with pity: "It's really pitiful. Although I was born to be a high-ranking official, I don't have the intestines to enjoy the blessings. Come on, I know, the worse the food, the better, right? You don't need to sift the rice bran, that's not too bad." , I have worse."

Lao Shi: ...

　Little fairies, what do you think Chen Pandi will do for Secretary Zhao?hey-hey.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)