Chapter 27 Meng Po Soup 1

Warmly celebrate Beijing's endorsement of underwear, with a "crotch center" in the middle, a "big trousers" in the middle, and a "bird's nest" and a "water cube" in the north. - Zhang Deshuai's quotation

Saturday, July 30, 2011

It's just this time, I didn't see the lively scene of "cars like flowing water and horses" last time. The street was deserted, and I only occasionally saw a few people wearing red hoop wandering around. It seems that either a big man is coming to inspect or doing something in a hot situation. How does this look like the scene I met on it?

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you help me push the door?" The cry of the sloppy interrupted my meditation. I saw the sloppy ghost masturbating (harmonious) with his sleeves on the door and pushing the door hard with a constipated look, but the door did not move at all.

Local goods! I looked at the constipated look of the sloppy and thought to myself. I completely forgot that I tried to push this door two days ago. Then he spit fiercely on the ground against the back of the sloppy ghost. Hit the ground to form a round spot the size of 10 cents. It's round and I'm satisfied.

"If you spit everywhere, you will be fined 5 yuan." Before I was stunned, a red hoop stood in front of me. I saw him take out a red stamped notebook, tore it off one from it, and handed it to me.

"I have no money." Spreading my hands, I said helplessly. What's wrong with the world? Why does the underworld look like Tiananmen Square?

"What do you do when you spit without money? You are such a big man. How dare you go out without money? Don't talk nonsense and pay a fine. As soon as he shouted loudly, he saw several red hoopes coming around me.

No matter how busy he took out 10 yuan, stuffed it into the hand of the red hoop, and said with a smile: Be careful next time, and be careful next time.

The red hoop took out the money from his pocket, looked for it himself, and finally pointed to me and said helplessly, "There is no change. Why don't you spit it out again?"

He didn't care about it and said cheaply, "Ji Lao, you don't have to look for it. You don't have to look for it. Even if it's the little ones who respect you." After saying that, he stuffed a stack of money into the red hoop.

The red hoop looked at it knowingly and smiled, and his hand shrank back. He pointed to the sloppy guy who was looking at us and asked, "Is that guy with you? Tell him not to push the door again. I'll let the old man know and punish him more. After saying that, he rushed to several guys from afar.

Looking at the distant back of the red hoop, I asked: "Who is he?" Isn't it just an auxiliary service? Why are you so polite to him?"

What do you know? He is a fast-speed ghost and a ministerial cadre. Why did he come here to do this? It seems that there may be a big personnel change in the underworld. After saying that, he sniffed the air. In the air, there seems to be a smell of blood and rain, which is stuffy and heavy, and there is a feeling that black clouds are crushing the city.

I walked over, pulled up the sloppy and walked to the fence gate next to me.

Shout and shouting inside through the fence door: "Old man, old man." The voice is just right, which does not annoy life, but can be heard clearly. This effort is completely difficult to control the heat without infiltrating the officialdom for several years.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do (what are you doing)?" A Henan accent came from the hut. Then, a guy with round eyes and teeth exploding stuck his head out of the hut.

The last time I saw the ghost, I thought he was a little fierce, but he was a little pitiful. When I saw him again this time, I felt that he was very strong, from a ministerial old man to an old man watching the gate. Although one of the old characters is in the back and the other in the front, the gap between status and identity cannot be compared. That is to say, the ghost can be so strong. If it were me, I might have given myself 11 knives, so that those people would break their heads and not think that I committed suicide.

Although the ghost is so strong, he is also deeply depressed, his cheekbones are high, his eyes are black, his hair is gray, and he looks haggard. He is a portrait of a loser in the political (harmonious) struggle. My heart was blocked by something, which rose to my throat, stuck there, neither going up nor down, blocking me very uncomfortable.

"Old man..." I came forward, grabbed the fence, looked at the ghost, and wanted to say something to comfort him, but I didn't know what to say next. At this time, it would be great if there were seedlings.

"I know you." The ghost's words made me feel flattered. I remember your taste, you are a creature. Not many people came to the underworld, but you came twice in a row. What the hell is wrong with you?"

After saying that, the ghost opened the fence door and let the three of us enter his hut. Every company has an old lady sweeping the floor, and every factory has a doorman. You point to the old man every day, and by chance, you find that he turned out to be the second uncle of the boss.

The cabin is very small and messy, which always reminds me of going to the factory to find my father when I was a child and waiting for him in the guard house of the factory. In the room, there is always a stove with a kettle on it, emitting hot steam and beeping.

"What about the cat demon last time? Why didn't she come?" The ghost asked me after seeing only three of us.

"She is inconvenient today. Women are always upset for a few days." I answered, and then naturally found the only chair in the room and sat down.

The ghost nodded thoughtfully. I saw the sloppy and sloppy ghost smashing the house. He said awkwardly, "Sit down, sit down. The room is a little simple and doesn't even have a stool. Just sit **.

After saying that, the ghost threw **'s quilt randomly and threw it into the corner of the bed, which was a free place.

No matter how polite he was, he still sat on the edge of the bed, but he carefully sat with only half of his buttocks, which looked very formal. As soon as the ghost sat down, he moved to the side and kept a very subtle distance from the ghost. This is not far away, which shows that the relationship between the two sides is not bad; it is not close, which shows that the relationship between the two sides only stays at this level.

"Bear by the way, what's the matter with you coming here?" The ghost sat down and asked.

I carefully told the purpose of our coming, which was also mixed with the care and care of the ghosts for us. It's really careful. I always know how to flatter, and it's just right, just until the point.

"This thing is easy to do. After a while, you will go directly to Lao Li, that is, Li Bai of the household registration department, and let Lao Li find his file and transfer the relationship. Remember that Xu gave this guy wine, but it must be good wine. If he doesn't drink it, Lao Li will take a sip. Don't go there now. He hasn't woken up yet. As long as he wakes up, he is addicted to alcohol. Lao Li is not good at drinking and is not a lot of alcohol. Oh, by the way, and you'd better give him a few sentences, such as those who 'don't be infatuated with my brother, brother is a legend', 'you have to roar when you can't pull it out and pick it with your hand'. Lao Li likes these and said that he is so inspired. Literary people like these pretentious people. After saying that, the ghost made a bright laugh, shaking the bed and making a babbling sound. This is the most authentic (harmonious) bed sound.

First of all, you have the capital to pretend. At least you have to read "Readers", "Knowledge" and so on, and 500 years later, your IQ is not as high as you. Otherwise, you have to be the "most famous writer of the post-80s generation". No matter how bad it is, you also have to "don't scold me and boast. I'm really not an ordinary fetus" and "I didn't mean to be with the public. In the same way, how can you have an outstanding taste? If you don't have this capital, let alone pretend to be B, you just put on a C cup, and no one is willing to talk to you.

"This is easy to say, this is easy to say. If you pretend, there are a lot of Si Niang. Pretium B, for me, a former literary youth, this is the old lady scratching a blind cat - it's all right to catch.

Since the ghost said that he was not in a hurry to go to the household registration department now, and he had no intention of driving us away, I was too embarrassed to leave, so I chatted with the ghost.

After chatting, we talked about the problem of the ghost watching the door. Seriously, I'm also more curious about why the ghost came to see the gate. At least he is also a ministerial cadre. Even if the struggle fails, it can be said that there is a health problem or something. Why should he be assigned to see the door?

"I'm so stupid, really." As soon as he came up, the ghost came to the beginning of Xianglin's sister-in-law. "This has to be started from the time I became a ministerial cadre. I was originally the director of the tiger department under the jurisdiction of the Underworld Animal Management Department. After the thief uprising, there was a tiger disaster in Sichuan. In this way, the power of our tiger division is expanding rapidly. Later, my old leader, Lord Baolongtubao, divided our tiger division from the animal management department for the convenience of jurisdiction and let me do his imperial service. Don't look down on the name, but he is an independent department. When our tiger department came out alone, the financial subsidies to the animal management department were suddenly much less. In this way, I formed a hatred with the Minister of Animal Management. Speaking of this, the ghost lowered his head, and there was a bright light in his eyes. That's the down-and-out hero recalls his galloping on the battlefield.

"Later, my old chief was impeached and my backer was gone. In addition, after Huguang filled Sichuan, the Qing government began to vigorously control the tigers in Sichuan, and the number of tigers decreased sharply. The power of my department is slowly declining. By now, tigers have lost their wildness in the zoo. Not to mention hurting people, it is even difficult to protect yourself. Our department has become a cold government. The Minister of Animal Management took the opportunity to report that he wanted to take the opportunity of streamlining the adjustment of institutional departments to completely abolish my department. The current chief did not agree, but given that the radical remarks I made on this matter when the old chief was impeached is that our department no longer has political influence, so he demoted me here to retire. Speaking of this, tears flashed in the ghost's eyes. That's when the late hero looked at the sunset and thought that he didn't have a pension.

There is silence in the room. I looked at the ghost, a former minister and now the gatekeeper, who was completely defeated in this silent political (harmonious) struggle. There are no bold words, no war, there are only needles, dark warehouses, and stab knives in the back. What they fight for is endurance to kill the opponent, even if the opponent is a salted fish turns over or a salted fish.

"What about the fast-driving ghost?" I remembered the one with a red hoop. I guess he is also a loser in the struggle.

"Samely, when the old chief was impeached, he stood in the wrong team like me." The ghost patted the bed and said, "by the way, it's time for you to go. Lao Li is almost awake now."

Before leaving, I comforted the ghost: "It's okay. I introduced Zhou Zhenglong to you that day. He can find wild tigers. I saw a glimmer of light in the ghost's eyes, which was the light of hope. Although I know that Zhou Zhenglong is best at finding New Year paintings, isn't it better to give the ghost a hope at this time?

On the way, I turned around and saw the light from the hut. Although it was very weak, it penetrated the darkness...