human suffering

Chapter 1562

Xiong Haizi wiped away his tears and stood up lightly.

Xiong Chumo rubbed his face violently a few times, adjusted his expression, and stood up.

The two walked to Cai Gen at the same time, bent down, and listened attentively.

Cai Gen still remained expressionless, staring at the car of gold bricks, motionless.

The long snoring sound really came from Cai Gen's mouth, and it was very even.

After the grandpa and grandson were sure, they nodded at the same time to express their admiration.

Immediately, his eyes were full of grievances.

I acted so lively there, step by step, constantly advancing, and gradually let the emotions reach the peak, it was all wasted work.

The only audience, actually fell asleep?
What's the point of this.

Xiong Haizi went back to the screen, looked at the gold bricks that fell on the ground, picked them up one by one, put them on the trolley, and stood in front of the screen.

Xiong Chumo returned to his seat dejectedly, looked at Xiao Sun for help, and whispered.

"Brother, does Boss Cai often do this?"

Xiao Sun wanted to laugh, but felt that laughing could no longer express the joy in his heart.

He nodded honestly.

"My third uncle practiced Qianqiu Dameng mentality.

Waking is like sleeping, and sleeping is more like sleeping.

Unpredictable, elusive, and often elusive. "

Qianqiu's dream mentality?

It sounds very advanced.

Xiong Chumo nodded, what's next?
Do we have to wait for Cai Gen to wake up and do the same thing again?
Is it a bit too much.

Besides, who knows when Cai Gen will wake up?
And people have said that waking up is like sleeping, isn't that unreasonable?

"Then, little brother, what should you do with this marriage?"

Xiao Sun suppressed a smile and nodded.

"I think it's fine, I agree."

Xiong Chumo looked at Xiao Tmall again.

"So, senior, what do you think of this marriage?"

Xiaotianmao laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

Who would have thought that Cai Gen could fall asleep.

"Hehe, I agree too, there's nothing wrong with it."

Xiong Chumo was relieved at once.

Cai Gen's people all agree, it can be considered that the performance was not in vain, so I am very relieved to say.

"Then let us settle the marriage."

Xiao Sun shook his head, showing embarrassment.

"I can't decide, what I said doesn't count."

Xiaotianmao was quite understanding and shook his head.

"It's not sure, and it doesn't count what I said."

Xiong Chumo almost flipped the table, isn't this just kidding himself?

Can't decide, what are you talking about with me?

Isn't this intentional?
A wave of anger rushed into his heart, and the temper he had developed over the years climbed onto Xiong Chumo's face.

"Aren't you looking down on me?

Think my Xiong family is unworthy, think my Xiong family is easy to bully? "

Xiaosun and Xiaotian were still in tacit agreement and nodded at the same time.

"Being able to ask this sentence shows that you are not stupid, old man."

"I've already given you face by talking with you, how dare you be dissatisfied?"

Seeing that Cai Gen was still asleep, Xiong Chumo stood up abruptly.

He tore off his satin Chinese jacket, revealing a Taoist robe.

There is actually a cloth pocket across the back.

"You are deceiving people too much. Today I will show you what kind of person I am, Xiong Chumo."

When Xiong Haizi saw his grandfather like this, he was well prepared.

Also, if you don't show your hand, you won't be taken seriously.

It's just that for so many years, I haven't seen my grandfather wearing this Taoist robe.

Due to getting fat year after year, I don't pay much attention to body management.

The Taoist gown, which was originally fresh and refined, is now tightly strung around a body weighing more than 300 kilograms, like a full cloth bag.

He doesn't have any sense of immortality, even worse than those who talk about cross talk.

Xiong Chumo didn't pay attention to those details, and took out a small ax from the cloth pocket on his back.

It's dark and shiny, and it looks old, and I don't know what material it is made of.

Raising the ax high, Xiong Chumo started his own poem, no, showcasing his speech skills.

"Three emperors and five emperors of morality, fame and fame of Xiahou, Shang and Zhou.

The five hegemons and the seven heroes are in the Spring and Autumn Period, and they rise and fall in an instant.

Does Jiang Ziya know?He has a list of gods.

Does Li Chunfeng know?He has pushback pictures.

Does Yuan Tiangang know?He has a bone song.

Does Liu Bowen know?He has a biscuit song.

Does Xiong Chumo know?Know what he has? "

A few words have lifted Xiong Chumo to a height that ordinary people can't reach.

It creates the illusion of equal status, which is indeed very sophisticated.

Xiaosun and Xiaotian cooperated very well, and began to nod along with each question and answer, as if they really wanted to know.

The rhythm is good, and he is not unfamiliar, Xiong Chumo continues to the next step.

"I, Xiong Chumo, have studied arts since I was a child in the capital, and analyzed the four classics in depth.

Observe the natural changes of the sky and observe the law of the alternation of the four seasons.

The upper seal is 10 years, the lower one is 10 years, the left is called 10 years, and the right is burned for 10 years.

Finally, at the age of 21, he created the original firewood-cutting ballad, which gathered the strengths of all the families.

After 65 years of vertical and horizontal Fengshui study, everything is always beneficial.

Today, I will let you know that I am Xiong Chumo.

Let you see and see, my firewood chopping ballad. "

Before he finished speaking, Xiong Chumo took out a small balance from his cloth bag.

There are also engraved characters on the two trays, the left is auspicious, and the right is fierce.

Putting the balance on the dining table, Xiong Chumo casually picked up a chopstick.

In a flash of black light, he chopped the chopsticks in half with an axe and landed on the two ends of the balance.

A set of movements is clean and neat, definitely not like an old man in his 80s.

After demonstrating his skills, Xiong Chumo raised his head confidently.

"This thing is a sign of good and bad luck.

The left is good and the right is bad, and everything is calculated accurately. "

Ok?
Xiaosun and Xiaotian have never seen such a fortune-telling method.

There is no lottery, no compass, and no birthday horoscope.

Just pick a chopstick at random, and decide good or bad by the size of the division?

Isn't it random which half of the chopsticks is heavier?

Then if the randomly generated weight can accurately measure good and bad, this would be a bit powerful.

Seeing that Xiong Chumo is so confident and has accumulated such a family business through the rumor of chopping firewood, he must have some skills.

If they make random mistakes, they will be beaten to death after a few mistakes, and it is impossible to live to be more than 80 years old.

Science cannot explain it, and metaphysics is estimated to be difficult.

"Both sides weigh the same, is it good or bad?"

"Impossible, I have cut for 65 years, and there is no time when it is as heavy.

This good and bad fortune is quite sensitive and accurate to four decimal places.

A slight difference will cause the balance to shift. How can they be the same weight?
what? "

Looking up, Xiong Chumo finally came to his senses after explaining confidently.

Cai Gen didn't know when he woke up, and it was Cai Gen who asked the question.

"Boss Cai, you're awake, don't be kidding, it's absolutely impossible."

Halfway through the speech, Xiong Chumo stared straight at Jijicheng.

At this moment, the balance really does not depend on either side, and stops firmly in the middle.

The chopsticks that were cut off randomly had the same weight on both sides.

"Oh, sure enough, the impossible can happen.

Otherwise, you add some oil, is it rusty? "

Cai Gen couldn't bear to see Xiong Chumo's ashamed look.

Too cruel.

(End of this chapter)