Chapter 188 bo wei

Han Shusheng lived outside for half a year and didn't go home until the end of the year. One night, my wife went to bed, and suddenly the sound of footsteps sounded. Looking at it, the coal fire in the stove became very vigorous, shining all over the room, as bright as day. I saw an old woman, 80 or 90 years old, with skin like chicken skin, hunchback, sparse white hair on her head, and countless calendars.

The old woman went to the bedside and asked her wife, "Do you want to eat glutton?" The wife was so scared that she didn't dare to say anything. The old woman picked up an iron chopstick, fiddled with the charcoal fire in the stove, put a casserole on the fire, and poured water into it. Suddenly, the sound of boiling water came from the pot. The old woman opened her skirt, took out dozens of gluttons, and put them into the soup. He said to himself, "When I find a pair of chopsticks, I can have dinner." Go out and go.

When the wife waited for her to disappear, she jumped up from **, poured out the bread in the casserole, poured it behind the bamboo mat, and slept with her head covered. After a long time, the old lady went back and asked, "Where's my glutton, where's the casserole? Why is it missing?"

The wife was very scared and cried loudly. The family woke up and ran to check, and the old woman left. The family lit the torch and opened the bamboo mat to look. There was nothing but dozens of native turtles.

(Gou Fu, a kind of pasta.)