The salesman's visit was not in vain. Before leaving, he did a lot of business in Shiqiao Village, and his biggest customer was Gu Qing.

Gu Qing used the food at home to buy a lot of things. Soybean oil and salt are must-haves. There are very few condiments these days, and the taste is weird. Gu Qing reluctantly changed some sauces and vinegar. The kitchen should

Gu Qing has almost everything ready.

Gu Qing had almost eaten all the meat from the Ding family. Maybe it was because Gu Qing was starving when he first came to this world. After robbing the Ding family’s house, Gu Qing gathered all the meat in the house, like a squirrel spending the winter.

Just as carefully, he hid it under the bed, then opened his stomach and ate the stuff without feeling any distress.

If eating meat can be regarded as a kind of dietary therapy, the effect is very good. Gu Qing was pleasantly surprised to find that he had gained weight, his arms and legs were much thicker than before, his abdomen was no longer as thin as a reed stick, and even his face was

It looks a little rounder than before. Compared with the unhappy face before, Gu Qing's face now looks...unhappy.

My predecessor must have been defrauded of a lot of money in his previous life, otherwise he would not have grown up to be so bitter and hateful.

The meat at home was eaten very quickly. Gu Qing did not eat alone. He often asked Song Gensheng to come to the house to share it with him. Sometimes he also asked Song Gensheng to bring two pieces of meat back to his biological father. The Ding brothers were quite wealthy, and these days they had been

Gu Qing was exhausted. He was almost done with the meat and spent all the money. Gu Qing had a faint sense of crisis. If the matter of selling pottery was not solved quickly, he would return to a state of abject poverty.

"The meat will be cut off at home tomorrow..." Gu Qing was chewing a piece of dried pheasant meat, and suddenly felt that it was tasteless and uninteresting.

Song Gensheng, who was immersed in feasting, suddenly raised his head, looked at him doubtfully, puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely: "Is your family out of food?"

Gu Qing sighed sadly: "There is food, but there is no meat. To me, cutting off meat means cutting off food."

Song Gensheng stretched his neck, widened his eyes and tried to swallow the meat in his mouth, like a rooster looking up to the sky and crowing.

After taking a breath, Song Gensheng said: "The meat you gave to my father yesterday was still hanging under the beam and he couldn't bear to eat it. Do you want me to steal it for you?"

After saying this, Song Gensheng was stunned and pursed his lips in fear.

What did I just say? Did I say that I was going to steal something? And I stole something from my own home... I read a book from a sage.

Song Gensheng found that he had changed and became bad.

Gu Qing's expression was very pleased. He patted him on the shoulder and said: "I don't need to meet you anymore. Since you took the initiative, let's go and steal the meat from your house. You must be sneaky in everything you do. Don't do it."

Expose your whereabouts, and if things fail, your father will investigate, so don't involve me."

Song Gensheng looked at him in disbelief: "You really want me to steal it? I just said it casually..."

Gu Qing said sternly: "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold, haven't the sages taught you?"

Song Gensheng suddenly fell into a deep conflict and couldn't extricate himself.

Of course, a gentleman must do what he says, but today's "words" and "actions" are about stealing things. Stealing is definitely not allowed by sages. As the saying goes, "A man with lofty ideals will not drink from the stolen spring." Then the question arises.

Now, which words of the sage should we listen to?

It is a logical paradox to keep one's word and steal things, and to break one's word and gain weight to defend one's integrity.

Song Gensheng was stunned for a long time, still unable to make a choice, and his expression was struggling and tangled.

Gu Qing didn't hear anything for a long time. He turned to look at him and asked curiously: "What's your expression? Are you choking on meat?"

Song Gensheng took a deep breath and said seriously: "...What I said about stealing meat just now, can you treat it as if I didn't say it?"

"Okay." Gu Qing said happily.

Song Genshang breathed a long sigh of relief and showed gratitude: "Thank you for your understanding."

Unexpectedly, Gu Qing said again: "Let's put it another way. I invite you to steal the meat, is that okay?"

"Ah?" Song Gensheng turned pale.

"Friends have the duty to help those in need. This is also what the sages said." Gu Qing added: "Look at me, I have no money and no meat, and my family is about to run out of food. Is it considered a 'crisis'? Is it considered a 'poverty'? As a

As a friend, shouldn’t you help me?”

Song Gensheng's expression was struggling and tangled again.

A new logical paradox is here again.

To fulfill the righteousness of friends or to defend one's integrity and not to steal?

Song Gensheng suddenly hated himself for why he wanted to study...

After standing up, Song Gensheng walked out in despair, muttering: "Don't pay attention to me, I want to be alone..."

Gu Qing looked at his back in confusion, his eyes full of doubts.

Are all scholars in this era like this? Silly.

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Two days later, another guest came to Shiqiao Village.

This guest was a fat man, weighing about two hundred pounds. From a distance, he looked like a big meat ball that had fallen during a landslide. He could not restrain his inertia and rolled from the end of the mountain road to the entrance of the village.

By the time he reached the entrance of the village, the fat man was extremely tired. The luxurious silk gown he was wearing was soaked with sweat and clung to his plump body. He looked like a dexterous fat man wearing tights and doing aerobics.

The fat man also brought a few followers, and the salesman who traveled from village to house was also beside the fat man, laughing and fanning him.

Taking out a pure white handkerchief from his pocket, the fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped, "That's too much. Why didn't you tell me earlier that the kiln entrance was in such a remote mountain village?"

The salesman said with a bitter face: "Shopkeeper Hao, you have forgotten something. I have told you several times that this mountain village is very far away and the mountain road is difficult to walk..."

"'It's very far', 'It's hard to walk', heh, how did I know it was so difficult? Well, let's go into the village, if it weren't for those pottery..." The fat man sighed and continued walking listlessly.

Walking into the mountain village, shopkeeper Hao was greeted by strange villagers looking at him with a smile on his face. He nodded frequently and greeted the villagers. His originally round and lovely face looked more friendly, making people unable to feel any disgust towards him.

The salesman led Shopkeeper Hao to the door of Gu's house. Shopkeeper Hao looked up, then looked at the houses of other villagers, and said with a smile: "The house is quite grand, and it looks like the family is well off."

The salesman's cheeks twitched and he didn't have the heart to explain.

After meeting Gu Qing in the village last time, the salesman had already inquired about recent events in the village, including the fate of the Ding brothers, including Gu Qing's occupation of the magpie nest...

The salesman stepped forward and gently knocked the knocker on the door. After a while, the door opened, and Gu Qing stood inside the door and looked at them quietly.

When Shopkeeper Hao saw Gu Qing for the first time, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then he immediately began to reflect on himself.

Did I do something wrong? Did I not manage my expression properly? Did I dress inappropriately?
Chapter completed!