Chapter 1562: Cutting wood is said to be good or bad
Xiong Haizi wiped away his tears and stood up gently.
Xiong Chumo rubbed his face several times, adjusted his expression, and stood up.
The two of them walked to Cai Gen at the same time, bent down, and listened.
Cai Gen's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed on the car of gold bricks, motionless.
The long purring sound indeed came from Cai Gen's mouth, very evenly.
After the grandfather and grandson were confirmed, they nodded at the same time to express their admiration.
Immediately, his eyes were full of grievances.
I was acting so lively there, pushing forward step by step, gradually reaching the peak of my emotions, but it was all in vain.
The only audience member actually fell asleep?
Where is the reasoning behind this?
Xiong Haizi returned to the screen, looked at the gold bricks that fell on the ground, picked them up one by one, placed them on the trolley, and then stood in front of the screen.
Xiong Chumo returned to his seat dejectedly, looked at Xiao Sun as if asking for help, and whispered.
"Brother, does Boss Cai often do this?"
Xiao Sun wanted to laugh, but felt that laughter could no longer express the happiness in his heart.
He nodded honestly.
"My third uncle practices the Qianqiu Dream Mind Technique.
When I'm awake, I feel like I'm sleeping, and when I'm asleep, I feel like I'm sleeping.
It is unpredictable and elusive, often making people miss it. ”
The idea of a thousand-year-old dream?
It sounds very high-end.
Xiong Chumo nodded, what's next?
Do we have to wait until Cai Gen wakes up and do the same thing all over again?
Isn't that a bit much?
Besides, who knows when Cai Gen will wake up?
And people have said that being awake feels like sleeping. Isn’t that unreasonable?
"So, little brother, what do you think about this marriage?"
Xiao Sun suppressed a smile and nodded.
"I think it's pretty good, I agree."
Xiong Chumo looked at Xiao Tmall again.
"So, senior, what do you think of this marriage?"
Xiao Tianmao was laughing so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth from ear to ear.
Who would have thought that Cai Gen could fall asleep.
"Haha, I agree too, there's nothing wrong with it."
Xiong Chumo felt relieved immediately.
Everyone in Cai Gen recognized it, so I was very pleased that my performance was not in vain.
"Then, let's settle this marriage."
Xiao Sun shook his head, looking troubled.
"It can't be decided, and what I say doesn't count."
Xiao Tianmao was quite tacit and shook his head.
"It really can't be decided, and what I say doesn't count."
Xiong Chumo almost flipped the table over, wasn't he just kidding himself?
If you can't decide, what are you talking about with me?
Isn't this intentional?
A surge of anger filled his heart, and the temper he had developed over the years climbed onto Xiong Chumo's face.
"Are you looking down on me?
Do you think my Xiong family is unworthy and easy to bully? ”
Xiaosun and Xiaotian still had a tacit understanding and nodded at the same time.
"The fact that you can ask this question shows that you are not stupid, old man."
"I've already given you face by fooling around with you, how dare you not be satisfied?"
Seeing that Cai Gen was still sleeping, Xiong Chumo stood up suddenly.
He tore open his satin-covered Chinese coat, revealing a Taoist robe.
There is actually a cloth pocket hanging diagonally across the back.
"You have gone too far to deceive others. Today I will show you what kind of person I, Xiong Chumo, am like."
When Xiong Haizi saw his grandfather like this, he must have been prepared.
Also, if you don't show your hands, you won't be taken seriously.
It's just that in all these years, I haven't seen grandpa wearing this Taoist robe.
Because I have gained weight over the years, I don’t pay much attention to body management.
The originally fresh and refined Taoist robe was now tightly wrapped around the body of more than 300 kilograms, like a full cloth bag.
He has no celestial spirit and is not even as good as a crosstalk talker. 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 like it's old at first glance, and I don't know what material it is made of.
Raising the ax high, Xiong Chumo began his opening poem, no, showing off his business skills.
"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of Morality, and fame as Marquis of Xia, Shang and Zhou.
The Five Hegemons and the Seven Heroes were in trouble in the Spring and Autumn Period, and their rise and fall happened in an instant.
Does Jiang Ziya know? He has a list of gods.
Does Li Chunfeng know? He has a push back chart.
Does Yuan Tiangang know? He has a bone-weighing song.
Does Liu Bowen know? He has a sesame seed song.
Does Xiong Chumo know? Do you know what he has? ”
A few words have already lifted Xiong Chumo to a height beyond the reach of ordinary people.
It creates the illusion of equal status, which is indeed very sophisticated.
Xiaosun and Xiaotian were very cooperative and started nodding along with the questions and answers, as if they really wanted to know.
The rhythm was good and he was not unfamiliar, so Xiong Chumo continued to the next step.
"I, Xiong Chumo, have studied art at Yunyun Temple in Beijing since I was a child, and have deeply analyzed four classics.
Observe the natural changes in the sky and observe the laws of the four seasons.
The upper seal is one hundred thousand years, the lower one is one hundred thousand years, the left one is called one hundred thousand years, and the right one is one hundred thousand years.
Finally, at the age of twenty-one, he created his own song of chopping firewood, which combined the strengths of other artists.
I have been studying Feng Shui and Physiognomy for sixty-five years, and I have always had bad luck.
Today, I will let you know that I am Xiong Chumo.
Let you see my wood-chopping ballad. ”
Before he finished speaking, Xiong Chumo took out a small scale from the cloth bag.
There are also words engraved on the two trays, the left is the word "good" and the right is the word "unfortunate".
Putting the scale on the dining table, Xiong Chumo threw up a chopstick.
There was a flash of black light, and the chopsticks were chopped into two halves with his axe, and fell on both ends of the scale.
The movements were clean and neat, definitely not like those of an eighty-year-old man.
After demonstrating his skills, Xiong Chumo raised his head confidently.
"This thing is a good or bad thing.
The left is good and the right is bad, and everything can be calculated accurately. ”
Um?
Xiaosun and Xiaotian have never seen such a fortune-telling method before.
There was no drawing of lots, no compass, no birth date.
Just randomly select a chopstick, and determine good or bad luck based on the size of the cut?
Isn't it random which half of the chopsticks are heavier?
So if the randomly generated weight can accurately predict good or bad luck, this would be a bit powerful.
Seeing that Xiong Chumo is so confident and has accumulated such a fortune through chopping firewood, he must have some skills.
If you make random mistakes, you will be beaten to death if you make a few mistakes, and you will not be able to live to be over eighty years old.
Science can't explain it, and metaphysics can't even estimate it.
"Both sides are equally heavy, is it good or bad?"
"It's impossible. I've been cutting for sixty-five years and it's never been as heavy as before.
This good or bad sign is quite sensitive and accurate to four decimal places.
A slight difference will cause the balance to shift. How can they weigh the same?
ah? ”
After raising his head and explaining confidently, Xiong Chumo finally reacted.
Cai Gen didn't know when he woke up, and it was Cai Gen who asked the question.
"Boss Cai, wake up. Don't joke. That's absolutely impossible."
Halfway through, Xiong Chumo's eyes straightened as he looked at the good and bad names.
At this moment, the scale actually didn't lean on either side and stopped steadily in the middle.
The randomly chopped chopsticks weighed the same on both sides.
"Hey, indeed all impossible things are possible.
Otherwise, add some oil. Is it rusty? ”
Cai Gen couldn't bear to see Xiong Chumo's despair.
Too cruel.
(End of chapter)