If there is no paper, you can use the desktop instead. If there is no ink, you can use clean water instead. If there is no pen, you can use your fingers instead. But the little fat man is increasingly discovering that the only thing he doesn't want to be replaced is: going to the toilet.

In this era, there is no toilet paper. The place where toilet paper is placed is replaced by a long bamboo stick. Please note that it is a handful.

Actually, it’s clear if you think about it. Will others wash the toothpicks you used and then pick them up?

The answer is obviously no.

Like toothpicks, toilet chips are also disposable.

Therefore, the used toilet chips can only be thrown away. Washing and then using them is completely unstoppable. The benefits of using bamboo are also obvious. If you take local materials and cut them a little bit, you can use the toilet for half a year.

In this way, making toothpicks and toilet chips can obviously be considered a craft.

Well. Since it is craftsmanship, naturally some people are proficient in it, while others are not proficient in it. So, the mother who cannot hold her hands and cannot carry her shoulders is naturally in the unproficient in it.

So the question is here.

Every time you use a bamboo stick shaped like a fish bone spur or a serrated sword to scrape it around your tender buttocks. This feeling can be imagined. What's more, this painful experience is that there is no possibility of perfection in practice.

Because the serrations or needles of each bamboo stick are completely different, regardless of length, size or growth angle.

Do you have to have chrysanthemums and have ass hurt every time you go to the toilet?

The fat man decided to challenge the limits of human beings again.

During this period, the toilet and the pigpen were often connected together. The pigpen wall protruded outward, and used as the base of the toilet to build a toilet. The door was opened on one wall, and there was a ramp outside the door that was convenient for up and down. There was a rectangular pit on the floor of the toilet, which was opened at the bottom of the pigpen, and the feces could fall directly into the bottom of the coil.

So at present, it is not the dog but the pig that cannot change the shit.

According to the Han Dynasty, counties with more than 10,000 households were established, and the rank was 1,000 minuscule. The fat man's grandfather was a high-ranking official who had received a salary of 1,000 minuscule. This huge old house was left behind. Because it was a family of officials, the toilet of the fat man's house was built separately and had nothing to do with pigs.

The whole is an overhead dry-railed building. The upper part is a toilet and the lower part is a seddon tank. The surrounding railings are paved with bricks outside the railings. Further out, there is a large water tank, and a tiger sack that makes drowning instruments and a seddie-filled seddie-filled seddie-filled seddies.

It is said that when my father was alive, there were old servants who were responsible for cleaning. However, later they became poor due to illness and lost their family. All the servants were dismissed.

Of course, from the perspective of the fat man, even this literati-level toilet is far worse than later generations.

"My mother, is there a potter in the village?" The fat man who had returned from the toilet asked angrily.

"The Geng family made pottery from Laoyadu for generations, but there was no in the village." My mother answered casually.

"Where is Laoqiu Ferry?"

"In..." The mother stopped the needle and thread in her hand and looked at him seriously and said, "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I'll ask casually." The fat man's eyes rolled and he began to cheat with a smile.

"Who was the one who wanted to hide his weakness before?" My mother was both angry and funny.

"Hehe..." The fat man stuck out his tongue and turned his head to run to the stable. After all, it was in the countryside, and purslane was much easier to find than Zhuo County. My friends came to deliver it every day, and what they wanted was just licking a bite of bamboo chopsticks covered with honey. In the hearts of the children, this has become a must-do every day, and it has even surpassed play, with a very ritualized smell.

The mare kept chewing on fresh grass, and her body improved greatly and could run normally.

Another family in the village that raises horses is the Liu Wu family. There are only these two horses in the entire Lousang Village. If you want to learn riding, the fat man can only go to find his third uncle.

In the generation of Fatty’s father, the order should be that Fatty’s father is the eldest brother, Liu Wen’s father is the second brother, Liu Wu’s father is the third brother, and Liu Xiu’s father is the fourth brother.

Because his father studied hard in his sage books and got married in his thirties, he ranked third in the generation of fat people, only longer than his fourth brother Liu Xiu.

The third uncle is skilled in bowing and horses, often goes to wild forests to hunt, and his family is quite rich.

In this era, whether you study literature or practice martial arts, you need to spend a lot of money. Don’t you see a horse, a armor, swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks and forks? Nothing is worth 100,000 yuan!

This is what I mean when I am poor and do not practice martial arts.

And Liu Wu practices martial arts.

There are also saddles and stirrups. However, the saddles are too short, and the stirrups are only half. It seems that they were specially made to help Liu Wu practice horses. Liu Wu was a hunter and was able to ride horses.

Uncle San was very happy when he heard that Liu Bei wanted to learn riding and archery skills. In particular, he received a few gifts from Fatty Mother and five hundred cents of money. The gift was brought by his uncle that day, and his mother was not willing to eat it. The 500 cents of money was also the rest of the pawnshop. Anyway, with a golden cake to accompany him, my mother was naturally willing to pay for the money for the fat man. She was indeed willing to give the money to the fat man. She was quite willing to spend money.

However, with the current body of the fat man, step by step is the best way to learn riding. You should start by riding a sheep, then ride a donkey, and then ride a horse.

But the fat guy doesn't think so.

Is riding a sheep just like?

Uncle San saw that his figure was indeed more solid than his peers..., so he agreed cruelly.

So the fat man's daily routine changed again. He practiced writing in the morning, catching insects and herding horses in the afternoon. In the afternoon, he practiced riding and shooting with his third uncle. Although he did not ride a sheep, he also started by riding a short donkey.

Riding a donkey...just make do.

In order to prevent calluses from growing on his hands, his mother sewed him a pair of leather gloves. She was afraid that his thumb would be broken by a strong bow or simply cut off, so Uncle San made him a horn and finger.

The fat man was worried that he would become a band-legged, so he began to design the high bridge saddle and double-sided stirrup again. As for the sole, this is a bit difficult. Just like this horse, if the size is wrong and the nailing of the horseshoe is disabled, the fat man really wants to cry without tears. Because he is short, there is a third-step soft ladder on the stirrup. If he climbs the ladder and gets on the horse, it has solved the shortcomings of his shortcomings.

In this era, there is also a queue for admission. The old patriarch asked people everywhere, but the great scholar who had never left his name in history was only willing to "record disciples" with literary cultivation and military preparations. As for "his family career", let's roam a number first and queue up.

It doesn't matter to the little fat man.

Because before going to bed, my mother would always dip it in clean water and write an article on the painted surface of the book.

The little fat man can always keep it silently before the water mark is killed.

My mother wrote good characters, but it was not small seal script, and her beautiful fonts were more inclined to official script. This way, the fat man became more curious about his mother's origin.

Speaking of which, his ancestors were kings and princes, and his grandfather had been an official. Although his father did not serve, he also praised him as a filial and honest person. This is a prelude to becoming an official! If he did not die early, he would become an official sooner or later. He is also considered a top-notch family in Zhuo County.

In this way, my mother must have been of extraordinary origin.

From daily performance, we can tell that one or two is completely developed by the young lady.

"Dun'er, do you remember?" He looked up and saw the little fat man staring at his fingers in a daze. The woman was about to pull her ears.

Before she could pull her, the little fat man suddenly grabbed the green jade fingers that his mother stretched out and said softly: "What a beautiful pair of hands, but I want to weave mats and sell shoes, caress me... Mother, why don't I remarry?" Thinking of the murmuring when I went to the ancestral hall exam that day, the little fat man suddenly felt a burst of self-blame and ashamed.

If my mother really remarries, she will definitely live a good life.

But he actually knew better that even though he had not become Liu Bei, the mother who had finished his family business in history, even though weaving mats and selling shoes, he did not leave him. Instead, he raised him with great difficulty, making Liu Bei, who later had one of the three parts of the world.

The little woman was stunned, pretending to be angry and gradually became powerless, "Did you hear it?"

"No. But seeing my uncle smiling and going angrily, what else can I do?" Tears rolled in my eyes, and the little fat man held back his smile. When he thought of his mother who should have been with his father, who was playing the piano with her plain hands, he used these hands to weave mats and sell shoes and worked hard for the rest of his life. The little fat man's heart hurts like a knife.

"Dun'er, don't mention remarriage again. I won't give up on you because I won't give up on you."

"Which family is it?" the little fat man sniffed and asked happily.

"I've said it's time to mention it again." The woman glared at her eyes and began to pretend to be a Yan mother again.

"Mother, don't keep glaring at me, as I will become ugly over time." There was no lethality at all, and the fat man couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Damn it...will you really become ugly?"
Chapter completed!