A Simple Divination, Confession And Punishment

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In the afternoon, most of the stalls in the farmers' market had been covered with transparent plastic covers. Several stalls were emptied one after another, and only a few fresh seafood stalls were still open.

　　Mantis shrimp fished out the dead fish from the water tank and threw them into the trash can. He saw Gamber take off his greasy apron and glance at the empty pork stand. He smiled and said, "Gamber, we're sold out again today. Are you still selling this afternoon?"

　　"Sell it? Why not?" Gamble washed his hands in a small bucket. His hair on both sides of his bald head was already gray. After washing his hands, he stood up tremblingly and slowly took the rag from the table to wipe his hands.

　　I sold a pig in the morning.

　　Gamber's face was full of smiles. "I'll sell another one this afternoon."

　　The mantis shrimp brother picked up a fly swatter and swatted away the insects. "You are over 70 years old, and you are still risking your life like this?"

　　"We have to fight for our lives!" sighed Gamber.

　　He is already in his seventies, and his wife died early, so he doesn't know how many years he has left to live. Friends of the same age have retired and are enjoying their old age at home, playing with their grandchildren. But he still has to do it, and keep doing it.

　　"I understand. You have no choice." The eldest brother thought of Gamber's son and advised, "It's not a good idea for Ah Si to continue like this. How can a person not socialize? Once you leave, he will isolate himself again. It will be even more difficult for him to start a family and a career."

　　"It's impossible. How can he start a family and build a career when he's like that? What girl would like him?" Gamble waved his hands. "There's really no other way. The relief money from Hong Kong can help. I just want to save more money now. Otherwise, one day I'll be lying in bed unable to move. That would be like crying out to the heavens and the earth for help but no one can help me."

　　"Again." The eldest brother thought of the terrible scar on half of Zhu Si's face and felt panic. "I can't help but be scared, let alone other girls. By the way, Gan Bo, what happened to Ah Si's injury?"

　　When Gan Bo heard about the scar, he obviously hesitated for a moment before he slowly said, "I was fighting with his mother in the living room that year, and I didn't notice that Ah Si went to bring the hot soup."

　　Then, half of Zhu Si's body was destroyed by the hot soup.

　　There was a loud bang.

　　Zhu Si threw the cart to the ground, and the pig on the chopping board fell to the ground.

　　Gamble was shocked.

　　"Silly piglet, what are you doing?" Seeing the pig about to fall to the ground, Gan Bo anxiously held the pig and said, "Hurry up and move the pig onto the chopping board. How can you sell it if it's dirty?"

　　"Money, money, money!" Zhu Si suddenly became furious. The scars on half of his face were squeezed together, making it even more terrifying. He pushed Gan Bo to the ground with force, "Silly piglet, silly piglet, you still call me by my childhood nickname! Even the kids outside know to make fun of me!"

　　"You only care about money all day long! Have you ever tried to care about me?"

　　Gan Bo was also anxious and angry. He was old and there was no way he could carry a pig weighing more than 100 pounds onto the chopping board more than one meter high by himself.

　　Afraid that the pig would fall to the ground and get dirty, he hurried to move the pork, and the big brother from the mantis shrimp stall also stepped forward to help. It took the two of them to move the pig onto the chopping board together.