Mo Shiwu's Dumpling Restaurant

"Master, I beg you, please do me a favor, can you give my son a good time tomorrow? I kowtow to you, I kowtow to you!"

Surrounded by unfamiliar scenery, Mo Shiwu didn't know where he was.

He saw a gray-haired woman in ragged clothes was kowtowing to a fat man, her forehead hit the ground with a muffled sound, every time there was more, a layer of dust and bruises appeared on the woman's forehead.

It wasn't until the woman's forehead was bleeding that the oily man sitting in front of her put down the wine bowl in his hand and waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, don't kowtow to me either. I'm alone Executioner, it would be unlucky for others to take a second look, isn’t it that you kowtow to me here to shorten my life, I can’t bear this..."

The woman panicked when she heard it, and she didn't know what to do when she cried.

Seeing this, the man still took a sip of the wine slowly, reached out his hand to the tearful eyes of the woman, and rubbed it slowly twice.

"They are all poor people, and I don't want to embarrass your son, but you see, as an executioner, I have to prepare all the knives myself. I chop off heads one by one. The blade is about to curl up. I just want to give it to you." Have a good time with your son, he won't obey me with the knife in my hand..."

His voice was so long that he kept glancing down at the woman who was still kneeling on the ground out of the corner of his eyes.

"But, but I don't have anything valuable, I only have, only this." The woman understood the man's meaning, and with trembling hands, she took out a few things like copper coins from her body.

"Hey, these are fine too, enough for me to buy half a whetstone." The man quickly snatched all the money from the woman's hand.

"No, sir, sir, I left this for my son to buy a coffin. I can't give this to you, I can't give it to you!"

An old and frail woman has never won a fat and strong man, and even threw herself to the ground several times in a row.

"You can't even buy a coffin board with this little money, and you still buy a coffin. I think you are really stupid. No wonder the kid you teach is also a stupid bastard! Bah! I tell you, if you leave now , I think for the sake of this little money, you can save your son from suffering tomorrow, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The woman was kicked out of the house. It was probably the weather after autumn. Mo Shiwu saw that everyone on the street was wearing thick clothes, only the woman had a thin one with many patches.

"If you don't have enough coffins, you can buy some needlework, if you can buy needlework..."

The woman kept repeating this sentence, and gradually walked into the distance.

The street in front of Mo Shiwu instantly changed into another look. It was evening just now, and it suddenly became noon when the sun was shining.

Everyone in the street hurriedly ran in one direction, and Mo Shiwu followed and walked to an open area at a street intersection.

"If you want me to say that he should have died a long time ago!"

"That's right, a murderous demon, why keep him, killing him is a good thing!"

"Yes, kill him!"

For a moment, the crowd gathered at the street broke out, 'Kill him! ' shouted.

Mo Shiwu saw that at the front of the crowd, the woman was staring at the young man kneeling on Xingtai motionless.

"It's not my son's fault, my son is right, he is right. Why kill him, why?"

The ethereal voice reached Mo Shiwu's ears.

"What if he doesn't kill people, we can't live without killing people..."

"My son killed all those rich and bad people. They were so bad that they deserved to die. It was right and right to kill them."

"We only took enough money for food and clothing, and the rest was given away to everyone. Didn't you get the money my son gave you in the middle of the night? Why didn't you say something fair for my son? Why did he give you money?" Your money, are you still screaming to kill him?"

"Why, my son shouldn't die, he shouldn't die..."

The voice was getting louder, Mo Shiwu watched the people on Xingtai lowered their heads while the woman was bewildered "why", and saw the executioner who just robbed the woman's remaining money swung a knife at his head.

The blade touched flesh and blood, but the head did not fall off.

"It hurts, mother... I hurt, my son hurts so much!"

The heart-piercing shout hurt Mo Shiwu's eardrums, and Mo Shiwu raised his hands and tightly covered his ears, but it didn't help.

"Damn it, I, Zhao Laoer, have chopped off so many heads, and it's the first time I've met someone who can still talk at this time... Master, what a fucking bad luck!" The executioner spat an old phlegm on the side.

Then, again and again, the beheading action was repeated.

Blood and flesh splattered on Xingtai, and the audience cheered and cheered.

"Mom, I hurt..."

There was a final whimper that was as breathless as a gossamer, and the head was finally chopped off.

The round one rolled down from the table, round and round... and rolled to the woman's feet.

"Son, son, it doesn't hurt anymore. Mother is here. If mother blows to you, it won't hurt anymore."

The woman held the bleeding head, rubbed her face affectionately, and gently blew on the bloody neck section.

"Is she crazy?"

"Crazy is crazy, who knows if she has ever killed someone? Crazy deserves it!"

"Ah, it's really bad luck, let's go!"

After watching the excitement, the people scattered away, leaving only the woman holding the still warm head of her son, and a few people who were cleaning up Xingtai soaked in blood.

Not many people are willing to do this kind of thing. It is the old, weak, sick and disabled who do the most humble things to make a living.

"Old sister, let go..."

The person who spoke was a severely hunchbacked old man. He put the broom in his hand on the ground, hunched over and stretched out his hands to take back the head from the woman's hand.

"Old sister, don't make it difficult for us people. We dare not disobey what the officials say. They don't allow you to collect the body. I can't give you this head. But I can help you delay a little time. Go and hire a second cobbler to come Your son's head is sewn up. You need to hire a better one, your son's neck is so rotten, I'm afraid it will take some work to sew it up..."

"It's not difficult for the old brother," the woman returned the head to the man, "I just want to ask the old brother to help me, give me the same things that the uncle who executed the execution today, even if it is a clothes corner also."

"Hey! Wait a minute, I remember something just now."

After a while, a small wooden sign was secretly slipped into the woman's hand.

"But don't let others see it, let's go, let's go..."

The hunchback old man didn't know what the woman was going to do with that thing, he just did it out of instinct, out of a tendency towards the same group.

If he is also in extreme despair, he also hopes that there will be someone like him who doesn't care and only tries to help him to help him.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up, everything in front of him turned into a cloud of black smoke, and then instantly condensed, another picture appeared in front of Mo Shiwu's eyes.

The sound of pattering rain and the sound of footsteps in puddles sounded in my ears.

The night was too dark, and Mo Shiwu searched for a long time before he found the source of the sound.

"Son, you hate mother, mother failed to let you have a whole body."

The woman knelt on the muddy ground and kept digging the ground with her hands.

"But mother still has hands. Mother will dig a big and deep pit for you to lie in comfortably. Mother also found a good stone. Mother will bury you first, and when you lie down, Mother will put up the stone for you again, and my son will have a magnificent tombstone." The woman seemed very happy when she said this, and even laughed lowly.

"Hey, you are the only one with a tombstone in this mass grave. They are not as good as you. They are not as good as you. Even the mountain temple on the top of the mountain is not as good as you. He is almost gone, but my son? There are, and there are people who accompany him to the burial. Hee hee hee..."

The woman's smile became more and more eerie and weird, she staggered and dragged her son into the deep pit, and buried him in the soil one handful at a time.

Trembling all over, she took out the wooden sign in her arms. It was a sign on duty, with the words 'Boss Mo' engraved on it.

The wooden sign was buried in front of his son's tomb, and the woman's emaciated body came out of nowhere with great strength.She vigorously lifted the two-meter-high boulder, and moved it step by step to the front of the tomb, where she had just buried the wooden sign.

"I want to curse the owner of this wooden sign to a terrible death. I want you to die and never be reborn! I want you to be buried with my son, and I want everyone under this mountain to be buried with my son! Go die, go Die!!"

The stone was pushed down by the woman and smashed hard on the wooden sign.Immediately afterwards, the woman half leaned against the side of the stone tablet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the woman slowly slid down the stone tablet.

She couldn't hear the thunder that exploded in the sky, and she couldn't see the lightning that almost illuminated the sky and fell straight on the top of the mountain.

The mountain temple, which has protected the people under the mountain for thousands of years, blocked most of the curses brought by the woman, but the price was that the entire temple was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

"You are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

In the red light all over the sky, Mo Shiwu heard someone calling him.

"Brother, brother, hold on!!"

They dared not use sappers for fear of hurting Mo Shiwu.They could only dig with their hands, Bai Yan and Shiliu wished they could have more hands.

"Fifteen, fifteen!" Bai Yan's fingertips touched a little softness, "I've touched you, and I'll save you right away, hold on!"

They were lucky, and it was Mo Shiwu's face that was dug out first.But after dragging him out, Bai Yan wiped Mo Shiwu's carotid artery, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"CPR, CPR!" Bai Yan had never been so flustered before. When he was a firefighter, he gave CPR to countless people.

Fingertips never trembled...

"1, 2, 3, 4..." Bai Yan counted silently, every thirty compressions corresponds to two artificial respirations.

"Uh……"

Mo Shiwu's body suddenly twitched twice, and then he took a deep breath, coming back to life!

"Brother Bai, I think I'm going to die wronged, more wronged than Dou E!"

This was the first sentence Mo Shiwu said without thinking after his rebirth.

The author has something to say:

Still suffered from lack of culture.

The setting here is that neither the old woman nor the hunchback old man can read.

that is it……