Lu Fei smiled, "It's really painful. I thought it was really a monster with a human head and pig body. After a long time of trouble, the uncle was dazzled."

Moyue smiled and said, "This is also normal, you think that year, there was no food to feed the pigs, and the pigs ate grass and were not hungry. Then they had to be old enough to eat. If the pigs want to eat, the uncle who feeds the pigs can only keep feeding the pigs. I ran to the mountain to fight hogweed."

Luffy smiled, "Poor uncle, he raised pigs in that era, and he was afraid that he was going to turn into a spinning top. He worked nonstop every day."

Mo Yue smiled and said, "That was true in that era. But isn't it also true in modern society? As a man, working hard every day and earning money to support his family, wouldn't it be justified?"

The village chief laughed, "Well, you two should stop discussing it, let me continue. Who knows, the village chief shouted for a long time, the uncle still looks like dementia, watching those little piglets giggling, the village Looking at him nervously for a long time, I can’t stand it anymore, raised his slap, slapped it heavily, and cursed, you bastard, what are you laughing at? You laugh for nothing? Are you laughing? The brain was kicked by the donkey? The uncle was beaten, and he smiled happily, you don’t understand. He stretched out his fingers covered with pigweed and continued to giggle. Look at those little pigs, you will understand The village chief is not very annoying, yes, I don’t understand, I don’t understand, I don’t know anything, you know all of them. From my point of view, those piglets are fine, and the one with the problem is you. Look at you, this long time , What else can you do besides giggling? The village chief's impatient reprimand did not wake up the uncle. The uncle still pointed at a few pigs and sneered. The village chief, let me tell you, these pigs are not right. The village chief said angrily, that's enough, don't talk anymore, I can see it now, it's not these little pigs that are wrong, it is you! You are the one with the problem. The uncle laughed, you don't I understand. The number of these little pigs is wrong. The village chief sneered, what is the wrong number? What are you talking about? The uncle pointed at the little pigs, and still smirked, alas, these little pigs are missing one. The village head Hearing this, I can’t help but chuckle, huh? One missing? What are you talking about? I now find that I and you don’t seem to be talking about the same thing anymore. Is your thinking still normal? The uncle nodded stupidly, yes, of course we were talking about the same thing. I remember clearly that this sow gave birth to a total of nine piglets, but now, only eight are left. That is to say, there is another one missing. When the village head heard this, he shuddered and seemed to understand something. Ah, I seem to know what you want to say. What you want to say is that sows live together. There were nine little piglets, and now there are eight left, and one little piglet is missing. The uncle nodded first, then shook his head, alas, the village chief, you still don’t understand what I mean, I mean, This sow gave birth to nine little piglets in total. Among the nine little piglets, one little piglet looks peculiar, which is different from the other eight piglets. However, it happened to be the peculiar little one. The pig is gone. When the village chief heard this answer, he couldn’t laugh or cry. Well, according to your statement, where did the strange-looking piglet go? Uncle frowned. In my opinion, the piggy must have been stolen. Let’s go. The village chief laughed. I said, my little brother, you are really a funny monkey invited. If you say that your big fat pig is worried, I believe it. But this newborn little piggy He stole it and can’t support it. What do you mean by stealing it? As for the newborn piglet, if it weren’t for a sow in the house that was breastfeeding, it would be impossible to feed it. Uncle frowned. , You have to ask me, what did he do for stealing, I can’t figure it out, I’m not the pig stealer, it’s hard to figure out his thoughts. However, what I’m curious about now is that my sow gave birth to nine babies Piggy, among the nine little piglets, the only one The peculiar-looking piglet was stolen. Thinking about this, I feel panicked. The village chief smiled bitterly. That's enough. For a long time, you have been talking back and forth about that peculiar-looking little pig, what does that little pig look like? The uncle put his index finger to his mouth and hissed, the village chief, don't ask so much. Seriously, I really don't want to mention its look, because it looks so weird. I have been raising pigs for so many years, and this is the first time I have seen such a strange pig. Seeing that he refused to speak, the village chief became more curious and wanted to continue to ask questions. But seeing the uncle shook his hand vigorously, as if to signal him not to speak, he had to shut up and stared at the uncle to see what he had to do next. The uncle was originally squatting on the ground, and there were a lot of straw on the ground. The straw was dry and soft. The uncle prepared it in advance to give the sow and the newborn piglet a warm and comfortable environment and spread it in the pigpen. The uncle stared at the straw on the ground and muttered to himself, oh, since a thief came to steal the piglet, the thief's footprints are bound to be left on the ground in the pigpen. The village chief couldn’t help but laugh. Well, it’s a pity that now the pigsty is covered with straw, and people will not leave footprints when stepping on the straw, so if you want to find the footprints of the thief, it seems you don’t worry about it. The uncle shook his head vigorously, no, as long as a thief gets into the pigpen, he will definitely leave a clue. I don't believe I can't find it. I believe that there must be footprints just below these straws. After speaking, he really knelt on the ground and began to chop the straw. The village chief sighed, isn't this crazy? Didn’t you just lose a little piglet? Are you still checking your footprints? Let me say, a little piglet, if you lose it, you lose it. You might as well just be the sow and give birth to eight little piglets. Why bother pouting your **** and looking for footprints in the straw? Uncle impatient and authentic, no! You don’t understand, that little pig looks very special. Can't lose it. The village chief laughed so hard that he could not stand up, huh? What are you talking about? It's just a little piglet. It has been stolen. If you say you can't lose it, won't it be lost? The fact now is that it has been lost and stolen. The uncle is impatient and authentic, enough, don't talk about it. Don't think you are the village chief, I should listen to your thoughts. That peculiar-looking little pig was stolen by some **** in the village. Otherwise, it is impossible for a newborn piglet to escape by itself. Seeing the uncle’s serious appearance, the village head couldn’t help but want to tease him. Well, according to you, it was a little piglet who looked very different from the other eight piglets. Since it looks different from the other piglets, you How can you be sure that it will not behave differently from other piglets? For example, it sneaks out of the pigpen by itself? "