Listening to the people in the brick kiln, he wanted to borrow two of them to gloves. Er Baozi looked at Long Shao and said, "Let's use each other?" Er Baozi saw Lao Xia take off more than half of his gloves.

The kiln owner looked at it and said, "Why don't you bring more to others for use? Take off your gloves. You and Lao Xia's land will be used for these two tall and short friends."

The square head moved bricks in his hand. He heard the kiln owner's words and was unwilling to take off his gloves. Thinking about the kiln owner's words, he moved his bricks. Lao Xia took off his gloves and handed them to a short friend who was helping.

The kiln owner saw that the square head did not take off his gloves, and he said, "Square head, gloves."

The kiln owner called again, and stopped moving bricks to the square head. He said, "Kiln owner, don't have gloves?"

"What's wrong? It's for others to use?" said the kiln owner.

"Grinding hands?" Square head held the bricks in his hand. After saying that, he stacked the bricks and reluctantly took off the gloves. He reluctantly took off the gloves, fiddled with the gloves, and reluctantly handed them over. The kiln owner took the gloves and said, "Let's use them for use, do you see how they grinded their hands?"

Fangtou didn't want to look at it, so he glanced at it and turned around. He turned around and reluctantly went to unload the bricks.

The square head went to unload the bricks. The kiln owner turned around and stretched his gloves to the tall friend, saying, "For you, you can use it. Let's talk about it when he grinds his hands."

"Oh." Shao Long took off his gloves.

Erbaozi wore gloves, and then Long Shao wore gloves. Erbaozi patted the gloves and said to Long Shao: "This glove is very good, specializing in anti-wearing hands. There is iron on the gloves."

"It's pretty good." Mr. Long looked at the gloves and said.

"Unlocking bricks." With gloves, Erbaozi dared to take them out even if he unloaded bricks.

The worker from the brick kiln, who helped Long Shaoer Erbaozi, unloaded bricks and tiles in front of the shop on the side of the road. The butler and Qian Xiwu poured another glass of new wine. The butler shook the wine pot, and there was still some wine in the wine pot, not too much.

He shook it, put the wine pot, picked up the wine glass, and said, "Drink, come." The butler stretched out the wine glass and clinked the glass with Qian Xiwu.

Qian Xiwu held a wine glass and hit the glass with the butler. As soon as the wine was poured, some wine spilled down. "But, drink." At the same time, Qian Xiwu said.

The two of them took a sip and put down their glasses. The two of them drank two glasses and were drunk, their faces were flushed, and they were panting. They put the glasses, gasping, and holding the barbecue to eat.

Everyone in the yard was eating barbecue horse meat. They didn't drink alcohol, but they just chewed it. The horse meat was very fragrant and they ate it. The shopkeeper sat on a chair and ate it with a plate on his legs. He said, "The horse meat was very good, and it was better than the chef."

The shopkeeper was praising himself. After hearing this, the two servants all smiled at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper chewed the barbecue, and he said, "After the meal is over, you two will help them with their work, and there are more people to do their jobs."

"Ah, I know the shopkeeper." The two servants gnawed the barbecue and looked at the place where they were unloading the bricks. When they thought of working, the smiling faces of the two servants gradually dissipated.

The family in the yard ate barbecue, the people unloaded bricks in front of the collapsed house, and the two sat opposite each other and drank and ate meat. There were fewer people on the street.

The waiter on the second floor saw the two tall and short ones leaving with the butler at the stairs. The two left with the butler. The shopkeeper had ordered them to stare at the two people. The two and the butler disappeared in front of the inn gate. He wanted to get off, ran over, lay next to the inn gate, and looked at the two people.

The two men and the butler went to the collapsed house, and there was a brick cart there. After the two men came over, they unloaded the bricks and the butler drank with others. There was a carriage beside the road. The waiter raised his foot and stretched his neck, looked at the door frame for a while, and hid in and said, "The shopkeeper asked me to stare at the two people. Those two people have gone so far and work for others. The butler is there too. Don't be a stare, right?"

The waiter felt that there was no need to keep an eye on the spot. No one was in the inn anymore. What else did he watch? Wherever people left, it was the thing that the head-in-chief who investigated the case did. He was not the head-in-chief, so why bother to worry about it?

The waiter came back and greeted him when he saw the person who collected money at the counter. When he saw the busy waiter on the first floor, he also greeted him. The waiter on the first floor was busy and replied with a smile.

The waiter on the second floor went upstairs and returned to the counter to sit. Seeing that the door of Room No. 3 was not closed, the waiter went over and closed the door. He closed it and returned to the counter to sit.

The waiter sat at the counter, looking at nothing left and right, and then lay on the counter. The waiter lay on the counter, closed his eyes and rested.

The guest room next to No. 3 was well-dressed. A man in his forties was eating in the room closed. The tenant ate half of the three plates of good dishes, and drank 30% of the pot of good wine. The ten small buns he asked for had not arrived yet. He knocked on the plate with chopsticks and shouted, "Waiter! Where are my buns?"

The waiter fell asleep. In his drowsiness, he heard someone shouting, but he didn't care too much and didn't get up.

Seeing that no one responded, the tenant knocked on the plate and shouted hard: "Waiter! Where are my ten buns!"

"Waiter! Where are my ten buns!" the tenant shouted.

The tenant pulled his neck and shouted. The waiter woke up immediately on the counter. He said in panic: "Who! Who is shouting!" He stood up and pressed his hand on the counter.

"Waiter!···" the tenant shouted a long time after pulling his neck.

"Here!" It was the tenant who was about forty years old who was well dressed in the forty years. The waiter hurriedly left the counter to go to the tenant's house. The waiter ran away, opened the door and entered the house, nodded and asked, "Customer, what are your instructions?"

The tenant knocked the plate down hard with chopsticks, and knocked the plate down sharply and loudly. The chopsticks were bamboo and the plate was ceramic. The ceramic plate was almost broken by him. The tenant knocked the plate down hard with force and said, "Why did you respond?"

When the tenant heard the sound, the waiter responded to the sound, which was exactly the counter on the second floor. It was so close, why did he respond? The waiter smiled ashamed and said, "Customer, I'm sorry, I fell asleep. I lay on the counter, lying on my tumbling, and then fell asleep?"

"Why are you sleeping during the day like me?" The tenant slapped the table and looked out the window. It was still bright outside.

"Customer, I'm used to it. If I have nothing to do, I will lie on the counter and my eyes closed when I lie down?" The waiter smiled ashamed and replied to the tenant, and then the waiter asked, "Customer, you sleep during the day, don't you look like me, and you will lie down while I have nothing to do and my eyes closed when I have nothing to do?"

"What do you mean? What do you mean when you close your eyes? I am sleepy?" The tenant knocked on the plate with chopsticks and replied.

"Yes, it's sleepy, sleepy. Misch, mischievous." The waiter smiled at the guest official and covered his mouth with his hands.

The tenant tapped the plate with chopsticks, cut it, and looked out the window. He turned around and asked, "Where are my ten small buns? I'm almost finished eating the dishes?" The tenant tapped the plate with chopsticks and pointed at the dishes on the plate.

"Oh! Xiaolongbao, yes, I'll show you now, see the chef, have you steamed the buns?" The waiter pointed out and looked at the tenant.

"Go quickly?" The tenant knocked off the plate with chopsticks.

"Hey, yes!" The waiter looked at the dish on the tenant's plate, then went out, took two steps to see the dish, and turned around. Seeing that the waiter took two steps to see his dish, he wanted to knock on the plate again, the waiter turned around and went immediately. He looked at it and didn't knock down the chopsticks.

The waiter went, and the tenant lowered his head to eat his food, picked up the chopsticks and threw the food into his mouth. After eating two bites of the food, he picked up the wine glass and drank it. After drinking the wine, he swallowed it, and let it go, and put the wine glass on the table.

The waiter ran into the kitchen and asked with a smile, "Are those ten small buns ready?" The waiter pointed upstairs.

"Okay." The chef, who was called Pang Er, went to open the big bowl he was holding, and there were ten small buns piled up on the plate below.

"Okay?" The waiter looked forward and went to serve the plate. The fat chef took the plate with one hand and handed it to the waiter.
Chapter completed!