The Fairy of the Police

everyone says, "the police are the king of the flowers." speaking of which, i know a story.

once upon a time, there was a child named poo-ju, and it was a precious child.

indeed, when the pillars were small, the father died, and the widow mother was only with him, and she saw him as a baby.

but what can be done, when you're 10 years old, when you're 10 years old, when you're 10 years old, when you're 10 years old, when you're older, you're going to do a long job, you've done a lot of work.

the two of them did it for a year, and they didn't have to face a dumpling for 30 nights, without lighting the lights, or five nights later, to hear the firecrackers out there, but they couldn't say what it was like.

that year, zhu was a very strong young man.

after the first three months of the month, she and her mother talked, "we work for each other every day.

i'm going far this year, and maybe somewhere else will be a little higher." the mother lamented that she could not leave the pillars, but was afraid of poverty, so she promised her son.

boon's on his way.

it took seven days and seven nights to walk to a hillside.

there was a village, a large gate in the street, with two flag poles and a stone lion, and it was known at first sight that he was a former official.

he looked at him and walked out of the door with an old man in a yellow sarcasm and a purple sarcasm robe.

and the pillars thought, "this is a rich lord." he didn't wait for him to say, "what do you do?" "i'm a long-time worker." the old man laughed and said, "i'm about to hire a long-term worker, so stay with me.

remember, call me master liu." "mr.

liu, i'm not from here.

i've walked through the six capitals of sanzhou to make more money." master liu asked, "how much do you want?" "i want 30 bucks a year." master liu thought about it and said, "if you want to hang 30 bucks.

but there's one thing i told you to do, and you're gonna have to do it for me.

and it is in the heart of it that it is: the work in the field, the plowing of the field, and the likeness of it; the work in the home, the mud and the walls, the grinding and the grinding, and the likeness of it; and the strength of it, no one is like me; it is the cattle who lay the sheep, and it is they who are the masters.

he wanted to go, he didn't have anything he wouldn't do, so he said yes.

master liu has many long-term workers in his home, and they call him master liu in person and they call him liu wolf behind his back.

poo-ju thought, "what the hell is wrong with a wolf?" after reading buddha's burning incense every day, the wolf ordered the next day's camping.

he did not command one or two, but a set of piles.

plum wakes up in the middle of the night and throws pancakesAfter that compound.

It's even more so in the daytime: the barn, the ash-grass, the pig, the horse, the cow, the sheep.

We'll have to pick up dozens of water at night.

It's hard for him to think, from day to night, that he can earn the 30-year-old, and that she can spend a year.

After the month of January and the month of February, the wolf Liu has done well and quickly, not only to do what he ordered, but to do what he did.

The willows have just been green, the leaves have just haired, and one day the wolf Liu said to the pillar: “Go into the mountains and lay the sheep, and carry the dry grain for seven days.

Remember, when you hand over the sheep to me in the winter, the flock will be 200 sheep." How can they become 200 by winter when they have only a hundred sheep in the left and right number of the pillars? The old wolf of Liu had a hip-hop saying, "That's all you got.

If you don't want the 30 bucks, we're done." And the pillars were not squeaked, and he drove the sheep into the mountains.

The pillars were in the cave, and he ate hard dry food and drank cold water.

And during the day he went up to the hill and went up to the slope, to make the sheep eat good grass.

At night he was afraid that the wolf would drag the sheep away, walking around in the flock, and was afraid to sleep.

And the earth upon which the pillars of gold are strewn, and the sky is sacrificial, and sheep are set on the mountains, and none speaks to him, nor is he accompanied.

There are flowers of all kinds all over the mountains, and when the pillars stand in front of the stone, they fall upon them in the spring with green branches; when the pillars sit on the slopes of the mountain, the bouquets sway with red bouquets; and when the bouquets drink sheep in the hills, the fragrances come out of the wild.

One day, the pillars set their sheep on a hillside, and saw a large police stand, like human beings, with hundreds of husks in the green leaves.

And the year was dry and the wind was heavy, and the corn leaves were drawn, and the flowers were a layer of dust.

The pillar is so pathetic that it says, "Man wants to live a good life and the flowers want a good rain." He went to fetch a bucket of water, poured it on the roots of the field, and gently shook the soil on the flowerbones before catching the sheep.

Then, after a few days, when the pillar walked through the slope, it was only the police dang that bloomed, and its head was as big as an embroidery ball.

The more he liked it, the more he could not see standing next to the police.

I wonder if the flowers are too handsome, or because they smell so good.

From this mountain, the pillars smile for the first time.

The pillar brought another bucket of water and poured it on the roots of the police.

On that day, the pillar of the treasure set its sheep on the slope.

When it was dark, he caught the sheep and went back to his place of habitual residence.

It's only a few steps away, and it sounds like someone's talking, listening to birds again.

He groaned, and he said, "Who comes to the mountains besides himself?" He took a few more steps, but he was able to hear it, and this time it was not a bird's bark, and that sound was so thin and loud, and it was a woman's voice: “Bowl! Bowl! The sun's on the mountain, the wind's blowing, the policeman's light is red, the color is brighter, the light is brightThe wind moves gently, and it looks like it's a smile.

And the pillar looked at it and went forward, and it sounded again: "Bow! Pow! Pow! Drink your water and give you a house." In front of the stone walls, on the slopes, and in the ditches, they shout: "Bowl! Powder! Then the pillars turned back, and there was no one but the petals of the great police, and they reached his feet.

He saw the petal so well, he bended over and picked it up.

Look around, there's still no one.

He's catching up with the sheep again, and there's nothing going on.

Huh! Something strange happened this night, when he turned around in the flock and forgot when he fell asleep, and when he woke up he was already sleeping in the house.

He was surprised: Where's the sheep? He jumped up, heard the sheep out there screaming, ran out of the door and looked.

They were in the yard.

When he looked at the house, he looked at it, and it was different from the usual one, and it was smooth and clean, as if it smelled like flowers.

After that, the pillars of treasure shall dwell in this flowering house.

In the summer he feared that he would warm the sheep and drive them out to pasture with dew, and in the autumn he feared that he would freeze the sheep and drive them to the sun to pasture.

After the severe frost, the grass was dead, the north wind blew up, the snow fell, the pillars numbered, and more than 200 sheep were born, and he drove them off the mountain with joy.

In accordance with local custom, all long-workers work at the beginning of October, and the day when the pillar went down, it was 28 September.

He went all the way and thought, "It's been a year, I'll meet my mother in a few days, and I haven't seen any dumplings, no lights." He thought of it, with a light body and a fast walk, the sheep looked whiter and sounded so good.

Instead of walking on the ground, the pillars went back to the house in vain.

The wolf counted the flock, looked and looked, and said, "It's only three days before you get to work, and you don't have to give me another job." Zhuong listened and thought, "The sea has passed and there's a small ditch.

And he said, "Don't say one.

I can do three or two." Lao wolf smiles and says, "Come with me." The pillar followed him into the house and saw only a large pair of shoes on the ground.

The wolf smiled and said, "You must not go back to my door if you can't break these shoes in three days." He stood there and said that he had not thought he would do the weird thing before, but there was no such thing.

He said, "Why do you have to break your shoes?" The old wolf sank his face and said, "You'll have to wear it.

If you can't break it, don't pay for it." He understood it all at once, and he was angry and hateful, and he thought, "No wonder they call you an old wolf.

You are a wolf heart." It's dark, it's windy, it's snowy, it's squirming sheep all these daysYeah, it's crushed by rocks.

He stood up for a while, and he said to himself, "I'm dying to freeze." After that, go to the hill where the goats normally go.

And the pillars went there in a snowstorm, but they did not see the light and clean house.

He was groaning and standing on a rock。