Life is poor, hard and tired, but Aunt Xin San is extremely happy. Look at her, while washing the bloody pig internal organs, humming carefreely. The two originally fat and tender palms had already been soaked in dark red by the cold well water, and were covered with layers of roughness of the filthy hand.
Hehe, Uncle San was standing in the middle of the room, sweating profusely on his pig's back. Aunt Xin San stepped into the room and quietly slipped behind Uncle San, hugged Uncle San's waist like a bear, hehe
Uncle San put down his butcher knife, turned around, and hugged the beautiful Xinsan Aunt into his broad chest, opened his big mouth that was squirting with alcohol, and bit his aunt Xinsan Aunt with a full heart, and her red cheeks were full of air conditioning, and her thin red tongue sucked the black stubble as hard as a steel needle with affectionateness. Well, it was so pricky!
The winter day is very short. At 3:00 p.m., the dim sun quietly leaves, and the sky gradually becomes hazy. At this time, Aunt Xin San starts to cook with fire. I sit opposite my third uncle, chatting and laughing while talking and laughing. Aunt Xin San smiles with a smile, looking at his sweetheart, and then looking at his extremely naughty. I am becoming more and more presumptuous in front of her, laughing, sometimes holding a piece of fat for me, sometimes pouring a glass of white wine for her.
Ah, I was full of wine and food. I thumped and poured it on the earthen kang. Aunt Xin San said happily: Damn, this guy is drunk too much again!
Aunt Xin San hugged me who was pretending to be drunk and started taking off my clothes. I deliberately pressed against Aunt Xin San's body. Sometimes when she didn't care, her palms slid towards her thighs or breasts like provocatively, and rubbed them with a stern face. If Aunt Xin San didn't react, I would strengthen my color and tentatively pinch and twist them.
Ouch, what are you doing? Xinsan Auntie gently pushed my palm away and rubbed my fat legs that were hurt by me. Ouch, this male kid! Suddenly, Xinsan Auntie Bent over deeply, her hot lips came to my ears, Xiaolizi, be honest, oh, obedient!
This kid is drunk again! Uncle San wiped his mouth with alcoholic smell, and he could not hold back. He pulled the Xinsan Aunt who was tidying up the quilt for me. The Xinsan Aunt was gently squeezing, "Shh, don't, don't, he's not asleep yet!"
Hi, Uncle San said affirmatively: He has been dreaming about it. I know the best way to drink his little alcohol. After drinking a few taels of soybean wine, he will become a dead dog!
With a gurgle, Uncle San pressed down on his aunt Xin San heavily, hey, I said, Uncle San, you really look at people through the crack of the door and looked at me. I was not drunk, let alone a dead dog. At this moment, I was secretly lifting up the horn of the quilt, and with the faint moonlight and a pair of confused eyes, staring at you without blinking, and admiring you and Aunt Xin San were making a big Western scenery as if they were not alone!
Uncle San hugged Xin San and tossed and whispered, and soon a crisp sound came from the darkness. In the darkness, the thick quilt bulged up and slammed down. Under the strong and powerful impact of Uncle San, Aunt Xin San moaned proudly: Ah, ah, Lao Zhang, you are so energetic that you have numb my pussy!
OK? Uncle San asked lewdly, and became even more fierce. Aunt Xin San smiled unrestrainedly: OK, it's great, it's not your former wife who scolded me. It seems that I really like you, I am so proud of your mouth!
Haha, when I heard the Mi Yu from Xin San Aunt, Uncle San became more excited and called out that he actually lifted off the quilt on his body regardless of the cold. Fuck it, it was too stressful, it was not enough to use strength, and it was uncomfortable to fuck!
Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Two men and women who were in their golden years, full of sexual desire, groaned and ripped together, and kept swaying back and forth. The crazy scene made me excited. I held the hard cock as hard as steel in one hand and rubbed it desperately.
Ah, Aunt Xinsan's body is so white and plump. I saw me salivating and overflowing along the corner of my twisted mouth, forming a wet stain. Aunt Xinsan's thighs are even more sexy and pleasant, thick and long. Under the silky moonlight, it reflects a crystal light. I really want to rush over, hug you, bite you freely, and even tear it into pieces, swallow it into your mouth, smack it, chew it, and then swallow it happily into your stomach, completely as if it had already been done.
Hehe, it was so itchy! Aunt Xinsan suddenly stopped moaning and laughed. I took a closer look. Uncle San pressed heavily on Aunt Xinsan's body again, his mouth covered with hard stubble, tightly pressed against Aunt Xinsan's chest. His thick tongue sucked Aunt Xinsan's beautiful breasts freely, and two rows of big teeth that could chop pork ribs, and he tried hard to hold Aunt Xinsan's round nipples.
Hehe, be gentle, bite gently, damn it, you have to bite off my nipples!
Aunt Xin San showed her eyebrows and hugged her breasts that were bitten by Uncle San. Uncle San let go of Aunt Xin San's big nipples, thrust, and jumped up again. Her two powerful palms pressed hard on the base of Aunt Xin San's two thick and smooth thighs. Then, Uncle San put his thick, large cock, full of vaginal fluid, and shone in the moonlight. He aimed at Aunt Xin San's messy pussy, and then he thrust wildly.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Aunt Xinsan moaned straight, and I continued to rub the drunken and numb cock. When I heard Uncle San roar like a pig, my big red cock was pulled out of Aunt Xinsan's pussy. When the sticky semen splattered onto Aunt Xinsan's belly, I could no longer hold back, my heart trembled wildly, and my fingertips tightly twisted the head of the cock. Almost at the same moment as Uncle San, the white semen gushed out!
Xiao Lizi, after excreting the unbearable semen, I quietly slept to death with the sound of my love between Uncle San and Aunt Xin San, and felt that Aunt Xin San was sitting beside me and was gently pulling my arm. I took the opportunity to put my palm on Aunt Xin San's plump butt egg. Aunt Xin San had already noticed my unrestrained behavior and tried to avoid me, but it was too late. I seized the opportunity to pinch and twist my plump butt hard on Aunt Xin San's plump butt. It was so hot!
Hehe...Xin San Aunt Dodges instinctively and said angrily: "Boy, don't make trouble!" After that,Xin San Aunt pulled me up, come... put on her clothes, go to the stand with Aunt San, and sell pigs to the water!
Well, I tilted on Aunt Xinsan's soft chest and abdomen, and my head slutty against Aunt Xinsan's trembling breasts. Oh, I'm so tired, I haven't woken up yet!
Then, you can go to bed, Aunt San has gone by himself!
No, I hurriedly sat up from the heart of Aunt Xinsan, Aunt San, I'll go, I'm going
Well, if you want to go, just put on your clothes quickly!
Hum... Every morning, Aunt Xinsan helps me dress with her hands like an ignorant child, while I have ulterior motives, either staring at her breasts or her beautiful legs. Whenever our eyes meet each other intentionally or accidentally, Aunt Xinsan always shows her eyebrows and slim lips, hum... A dude, a dude, a dude, a dude, a dude!
Although Aunt Xin San scolded me in anger, from her indifferent expression, I really felt that Aunt Xin San did not hate me, who would make some vulgar small moves in front of her whenever she had the chance, and even did not take the initiative to avoid me. Sometimes, she would also happily and provocatively tease me up with me.
I, my aunt and I, carried a big pocket and happily boarded the commuter train in the cold wind. We threw our dirty pockets to the side and slid the window. As soon as you said, I laughed in laughter, and then I pushed and teared it up halfway.
At noon, I was having fun and playing with Aunt Xinsan, and returned to the free market from the steel factory. Aunt Xinsan took Uncle San's machete as usual, stood in front of the meat case, and went to work with a knife. I was still eager to wipe it and snatched the machete from Aunt Xinsan's hand. Aunt San, I'll sell it, let me sell it a few times!
Don’t make trouble, Aunt Xin San smiled and twisted my face, Don’t make trouble, you can’t cut it well, others won’t want it!
fuck your mother
Suddenly, from behind us, there were waves of evil verbal swearing. Aunt Xin San muttered coldly and as if nothing had happened: Hehe, there is a fight again. It is so lively here, it is like singing a big show every day.
The bustling free market is also a arena for heroes to fight. In order to win the small profits of the fly, vendors often speak rudely, and then fight.
Therefore, the small market is full of murderous aura at every moment. Once there is a slight movement, it is like the dry firewood in the withered spring. As long as there is a little spark, it will burn suddenly, and immediately it is like a sudden erupting volcano. In an instant, it will be out of control. But in the free market, the lights and blood of the swords and blood, and the smoke of wolf smoke rises everywhere. The battle is so fierce that it is really shocking, and the ghosts and gods are crying, and the sky is so dark that it is so dark that it is so shocking that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so hard that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so hard that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is
What's the solution? In order to survive and to support your family, everyone has no time to care about face and personality. Once you get out of the arena, like a defeated rooster, you're defeated in a bad mood. Hehe, I'm so embarrassed. Don't come here to hang out in the future. It's embarrassing.
In desperation, these defeated roosters had to sneak to the nearby steel mill to open up new living space, and put trucks of sparse vegetables, fruits and fresh meat vendors there. Gradually, this group of people became an important supplier of the vegetable basket of the steel mill workers. Of course, steel workers must often and inevitably taste the inferior fruits and rotten meat of sick animals supplied by the group.
The fierce third uncle, with his heroic spirit of not being afraid of the sky and the earth, his strong body like a brown bear, and the cold machete held in his hand, soon established his status as king in the free market. If anyone expressed doubts or even dissatisfaction, he showed a slight disrespect. Uncle San would fight back without hesitation and knock him to the ground without mercy.
Once, I witnessed my third uncle chopping and cutting the enemy's head with a machete. The bloody scene scared me so much that I hurriedly covered my eyes and couldn't bear to see it again. Afterwards, I asked the third uncle with lingering fear and said: Uncle San, you are too cruel to start. You have chopped off someone's head, but what should I do? You can't pay your life!
Humph, when I heard my words, Uncle San, who was unloading meat, looked at the bloody machete in his hand and said very well: Hehe, nephew, you don’t understand, a person’s head is the most fucking hard and cannot be cut easily, and I am also responsible for the action. He can’t cut it, but he also cut his head to the point of bleeding. Nephew, this is called killing a chicken for monkeys, so that the guys next to him know that I am not easy to mess with!
Wow, when I heard Uncle San’s high statement, I was speechless and stared at him blankly
In the free market, compared with those stubborn butchers who are extremely simple in their minds, the third uncle is definitely a scholar and is fully qualified to be a teacher for those idiots with only human skin.
Although the third uncle has not read a few days ago, he loves reading. He knows all the major events of China, foreign, world, ancient and modern times, and has his own unique insights.
He is particularly keen on reading classical Chinese martial arts novels, such as: "Water Margin", "Little Five Meanings", "Little Eight Meanings", "Supreme Five Meanings", "Bao Gong's Case"... From these books, San Shu realized many of the true meanings of wandering around the world.
Uncle San doesn't like reading "Dream of the Red Chamber". It's mother-in-law and mother, and it's full of sissy-tongued sissy, and it's nothing to watch! Uncle San doesn't like reading "Journey to the West". It's all just a fool of children! Uncle San loves to read the book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". This book accompanied him for most of his life, allowing him to learn a lot of strategies. Uncle San keeps these strategies in mind and uses them anytime and anywhere.
My understanding of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms" was instilled in me by my third uncle in childhood. He often told me those wonderful and exciting stories vividly. However, what is very terrifying is that Uncle San regards these stories as the official history of China. I often argue with him about it, and sometimes the debate is red and even parted in an unhappy manner.
Uncle San applied the truth that was well-versed in books and carried forward the broader faces many competitors. When he was tough, he was stronger than steel; when he was weak, he was softer than sheep; when he was tough, he held a shiny pig-killing knife in his hand and chased people to kill people; when he was weak, he had a kind smile on his face, aggrieved others, and paid for him to invite people to a restaurant.
Sometimes, for some need, Uncle San would be very hidden, but very outstandingly provoking others to fight each other until they beat him. In the end, he benefited because Uncle San had extremely high IQ and rich knowledge, as well as his experience in traveling around the world, and soon gained a foothold in the market. All the butchers bowed down and surrendered, like a group of gentle sheep under Uncle San's feet.
Oh, I was watching the scene of the traders fighting, and snatching each other's machetes. Suddenly, a very familiar shout came from behind me. I turned around and saw, hehe, it turned out to be my uncle.
My uncle was carrying a rag bag on his back and pushing the squeaking bicycle a few years ago. I turned my eyes behind him again. Ha, the old pudding on my uncle's butt egg was still ridiculously pulled, shaking around in the cold wind, Xiao Lizi, when did you come?
Uncle... I was about to answer my uncle's question, but the aunt Xin San beside me exclaimed in confusion: What a little little boy, he is your uncle?
Hehe, Uncle San was standing in the middle of the room, sweating profusely on his pig's back. Aunt Xin San stepped into the room and quietly slipped behind Uncle San, hugged Uncle San's waist like a bear, hehe
Uncle San put down his butcher knife, turned around, and hugged the beautiful Xinsan Aunt into his broad chest, opened his big mouth that was squirting with alcohol, and bit his aunt Xinsan Aunt with a full heart, and her red cheeks were full of air conditioning, and her thin red tongue sucked the black stubble as hard as a steel needle with affectionateness. Well, it was so pricky!
The winter day is very short. At 3:00 p.m., the dim sun quietly leaves, and the sky gradually becomes hazy. At this time, Aunt Xin San starts to cook with fire. I sit opposite my third uncle, chatting and laughing while talking and laughing. Aunt Xin San smiles with a smile, looking at his sweetheart, and then looking at his extremely naughty. I am becoming more and more presumptuous in front of her, laughing, sometimes holding a piece of fat for me, sometimes pouring a glass of white wine for her.
Ah, I was full of wine and food. I thumped and poured it on the earthen kang. Aunt Xin San said happily: Damn, this guy is drunk too much again!
Aunt Xin San hugged me who was pretending to be drunk and started taking off my clothes. I deliberately pressed against Aunt Xin San's body. Sometimes when she didn't care, her palms slid towards her thighs or breasts like provocatively, and rubbed them with a stern face. If Aunt Xin San didn't react, I would strengthen my color and tentatively pinch and twist them.
Ouch, what are you doing? Xinsan Auntie gently pushed my palm away and rubbed my fat legs that were hurt by me. Ouch, this male kid! Suddenly, Xinsan Auntie Bent over deeply, her hot lips came to my ears, Xiaolizi, be honest, oh, obedient!
This kid is drunk again! Uncle San wiped his mouth with alcoholic smell, and he could not hold back. He pulled the Xinsan Aunt who was tidying up the quilt for me. The Xinsan Aunt was gently squeezing, "Shh, don't, don't, he's not asleep yet!"
Hi, Uncle San said affirmatively: He has been dreaming about it. I know the best way to drink his little alcohol. After drinking a few taels of soybean wine, he will become a dead dog!
With a gurgle, Uncle San pressed down on his aunt Xin San heavily, hey, I said, Uncle San, you really look at people through the crack of the door and looked at me. I was not drunk, let alone a dead dog. At this moment, I was secretly lifting up the horn of the quilt, and with the faint moonlight and a pair of confused eyes, staring at you without blinking, and admiring you and Aunt Xin San were making a big Western scenery as if they were not alone!
Uncle San hugged Xin San and tossed and whispered, and soon a crisp sound came from the darkness. In the darkness, the thick quilt bulged up and slammed down. Under the strong and powerful impact of Uncle San, Aunt Xin San moaned proudly: Ah, ah, Lao Zhang, you are so energetic that you have numb my pussy!
OK? Uncle San asked lewdly, and became even more fierce. Aunt Xin San smiled unrestrainedly: OK, it's great, it's not your former wife who scolded me. It seems that I really like you, I am so proud of your mouth!
Haha, when I heard the Mi Yu from Xin San Aunt, Uncle San became more excited and called out that he actually lifted off the quilt on his body regardless of the cold. Fuck it, it was too stressful, it was not enough to use strength, and it was uncomfortable to fuck!
Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji, Guji...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Two men and women who were in their golden years, full of sexual desire, groaned and ripped together, and kept swaying back and forth. The crazy scene made me excited. I held the hard cock as hard as steel in one hand and rubbed it desperately.
Ah, Aunt Xinsan's body is so white and plump. I saw me salivating and overflowing along the corner of my twisted mouth, forming a wet stain. Aunt Xinsan's thighs are even more sexy and pleasant, thick and long. Under the silky moonlight, it reflects a crystal light. I really want to rush over, hug you, bite you freely, and even tear it into pieces, swallow it into your mouth, smack it, chew it, and then swallow it happily into your stomach, completely as if it had already been done.
Hehe, it was so itchy! Aunt Xinsan suddenly stopped moaning and laughed. I took a closer look. Uncle San pressed heavily on Aunt Xinsan's body again, his mouth covered with hard stubble, tightly pressed against Aunt Xinsan's chest. His thick tongue sucked Aunt Xinsan's beautiful breasts freely, and two rows of big teeth that could chop pork ribs, and he tried hard to hold Aunt Xinsan's round nipples.
Hehe, be gentle, bite gently, damn it, you have to bite off my nipples!
Aunt Xin San showed her eyebrows and hugged her breasts that were bitten by Uncle San. Uncle San let go of Aunt Xin San's big nipples, thrust, and jumped up again. Her two powerful palms pressed hard on the base of Aunt Xin San's two thick and smooth thighs. Then, Uncle San put his thick, large cock, full of vaginal fluid, and shone in the moonlight. He aimed at Aunt Xin San's messy pussy, and then he thrust wildly.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Aunt Xinsan moaned straight, and I continued to rub the drunken and numb cock. When I heard Uncle San roar like a pig, my big red cock was pulled out of Aunt Xinsan's pussy. When the sticky semen splattered onto Aunt Xinsan's belly, I could no longer hold back, my heart trembled wildly, and my fingertips tightly twisted the head of the cock. Almost at the same moment as Uncle San, the white semen gushed out!
Xiao Lizi, after excreting the unbearable semen, I quietly slept to death with the sound of my love between Uncle San and Aunt Xin San, and felt that Aunt Xin San was sitting beside me and was gently pulling my arm. I took the opportunity to put my palm on Aunt Xin San's plump butt egg. Aunt Xin San had already noticed my unrestrained behavior and tried to avoid me, but it was too late. I seized the opportunity to pinch and twist my plump butt hard on Aunt Xin San's plump butt. It was so hot!
Hehe...Xin San Aunt Dodges instinctively and said angrily: "Boy, don't make trouble!" After that,Xin San Aunt pulled me up, come... put on her clothes, go to the stand with Aunt San, and sell pigs to the water!
Well, I tilted on Aunt Xinsan's soft chest and abdomen, and my head slutty against Aunt Xinsan's trembling breasts. Oh, I'm so tired, I haven't woken up yet!
Then, you can go to bed, Aunt San has gone by himself!
No, I hurriedly sat up from the heart of Aunt Xinsan, Aunt San, I'll go, I'm going
Well, if you want to go, just put on your clothes quickly!
Hum... Every morning, Aunt Xinsan helps me dress with her hands like an ignorant child, while I have ulterior motives, either staring at her breasts or her beautiful legs. Whenever our eyes meet each other intentionally or accidentally, Aunt Xinsan always shows her eyebrows and slim lips, hum... A dude, a dude, a dude, a dude, a dude!
Although Aunt Xin San scolded me in anger, from her indifferent expression, I really felt that Aunt Xin San did not hate me, who would make some vulgar small moves in front of her whenever she had the chance, and even did not take the initiative to avoid me. Sometimes, she would also happily and provocatively tease me up with me.
I, my aunt and I, carried a big pocket and happily boarded the commuter train in the cold wind. We threw our dirty pockets to the side and slid the window. As soon as you said, I laughed in laughter, and then I pushed and teared it up halfway.
At noon, I was having fun and playing with Aunt Xinsan, and returned to the free market from the steel factory. Aunt Xinsan took Uncle San's machete as usual, stood in front of the meat case, and went to work with a knife. I was still eager to wipe it and snatched the machete from Aunt Xinsan's hand. Aunt San, I'll sell it, let me sell it a few times!
Don’t make trouble, Aunt Xin San smiled and twisted my face, Don’t make trouble, you can’t cut it well, others won’t want it!
fuck your mother
Suddenly, from behind us, there were waves of evil verbal swearing. Aunt Xin San muttered coldly and as if nothing had happened: Hehe, there is a fight again. It is so lively here, it is like singing a big show every day.
The bustling free market is also a arena for heroes to fight. In order to win the small profits of the fly, vendors often speak rudely, and then fight.
Therefore, the small market is full of murderous aura at every moment. Once there is a slight movement, it is like the dry firewood in the withered spring. As long as there is a little spark, it will burn suddenly, and immediately it is like a sudden erupting volcano. In an instant, it will be out of control. But in the free market, the lights and blood of the swords and blood, and the smoke of wolf smoke rises everywhere. The battle is so fierce that it is really shocking, and the ghosts and gods are crying, and the sky is so dark that it is so dark that it is so shocking that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so hard that it is so scary that it is so dark that it is so hard that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so dark that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is so bright that it is
What's the solution? In order to survive and to support your family, everyone has no time to care about face and personality. Once you get out of the arena, like a defeated rooster, you're defeated in a bad mood. Hehe, I'm so embarrassed. Don't come here to hang out in the future. It's embarrassing.
In desperation, these defeated roosters had to sneak to the nearby steel mill to open up new living space, and put trucks of sparse vegetables, fruits and fresh meat vendors there. Gradually, this group of people became an important supplier of the vegetable basket of the steel mill workers. Of course, steel workers must often and inevitably taste the inferior fruits and rotten meat of sick animals supplied by the group.
The fierce third uncle, with his heroic spirit of not being afraid of the sky and the earth, his strong body like a brown bear, and the cold machete held in his hand, soon established his status as king in the free market. If anyone expressed doubts or even dissatisfaction, he showed a slight disrespect. Uncle San would fight back without hesitation and knock him to the ground without mercy.
Once, I witnessed my third uncle chopping and cutting the enemy's head with a machete. The bloody scene scared me so much that I hurriedly covered my eyes and couldn't bear to see it again. Afterwards, I asked the third uncle with lingering fear and said: Uncle San, you are too cruel to start. You have chopped off someone's head, but what should I do? You can't pay your life!
Humph, when I heard my words, Uncle San, who was unloading meat, looked at the bloody machete in his hand and said very well: Hehe, nephew, you don’t understand, a person’s head is the most fucking hard and cannot be cut easily, and I am also responsible for the action. He can’t cut it, but he also cut his head to the point of bleeding. Nephew, this is called killing a chicken for monkeys, so that the guys next to him know that I am not easy to mess with!
Wow, when I heard Uncle San’s high statement, I was speechless and stared at him blankly
In the free market, compared with those stubborn butchers who are extremely simple in their minds, the third uncle is definitely a scholar and is fully qualified to be a teacher for those idiots with only human skin.
Although the third uncle has not read a few days ago, he loves reading. He knows all the major events of China, foreign, world, ancient and modern times, and has his own unique insights.
He is particularly keen on reading classical Chinese martial arts novels, such as: "Water Margin", "Little Five Meanings", "Little Eight Meanings", "Supreme Five Meanings", "Bao Gong's Case"... From these books, San Shu realized many of the true meanings of wandering around the world.
Uncle San doesn't like reading "Dream of the Red Chamber". It's mother-in-law and mother, and it's full of sissy-tongued sissy, and it's nothing to watch! Uncle San doesn't like reading "Journey to the West". It's all just a fool of children! Uncle San loves to read the book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". This book accompanied him for most of his life, allowing him to learn a lot of strategies. Uncle San keeps these strategies in mind and uses them anytime and anywhere.
My understanding of "Water Margin" and "Three Kingdoms" was instilled in me by my third uncle in childhood. He often told me those wonderful and exciting stories vividly. However, what is very terrifying is that Uncle San regards these stories as the official history of China. I often argue with him about it, and sometimes the debate is red and even parted in an unhappy manner.
Uncle San applied the truth that was well-versed in books and carried forward the broader faces many competitors. When he was tough, he was stronger than steel; when he was weak, he was softer than sheep; when he was tough, he held a shiny pig-killing knife in his hand and chased people to kill people; when he was weak, he had a kind smile on his face, aggrieved others, and paid for him to invite people to a restaurant.
Sometimes, for some need, Uncle San would be very hidden, but very outstandingly provoking others to fight each other until they beat him. In the end, he benefited because Uncle San had extremely high IQ and rich knowledge, as well as his experience in traveling around the world, and soon gained a foothold in the market. All the butchers bowed down and surrendered, like a group of gentle sheep under Uncle San's feet.
Oh, I was watching the scene of the traders fighting, and snatching each other's machetes. Suddenly, a very familiar shout came from behind me. I turned around and saw, hehe, it turned out to be my uncle.
My uncle was carrying a rag bag on his back and pushing the squeaking bicycle a few years ago. I turned my eyes behind him again. Ha, the old pudding on my uncle's butt egg was still ridiculously pulled, shaking around in the cold wind, Xiao Lizi, when did you come?
Uncle... I was about to answer my uncle's question, but the aunt Xin San beside me exclaimed in confusion: What a little little boy, he is your uncle?
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