"Hey, isn't that An Xiucai's house? It's on fire!"

"It's true, hurry up and put out the fire, don't bring my house down."

Although our houses are not connected to each other, but they have thatched roofs. Just a little spark can catch them. We are not afraid.

Therefore, everyone didn't care about eating, and came out with the buckets at home, and hurried to the door of An Que's house.

Just looking at it, everyone was stunned. It wasn't a fire, but something was burning in An's yard. It was a bright day.

"What's going on?"

"What's burning, so much?"

Everyone didn't know why, so they just watched the fire in An Que's courtyard outside the courtyard.

"Look, does that look like a book? Why does it look like a book to me? It looks square and square." A middle-aged man asked himself a question.

Seeing that the house was not on fire, everyone was not in a hurry to fetch water to splash it on. They all stood outside the courtyard of An Que's house, looking at the fire in the courtyard, and gossiping.

"It's like."

The other nodded.

Isn't it like a book? Is this An Que Xiu crazy? So Jingui's books were actually burned like this?

"Does An Xiucai think these books are too old? They were all burned! Those are books. Those of us who have been working all year round can't afford books. They just burned them like this?"

"This An Que scholar, how much money does the family have to do such a thing?"

Everyone shook their heads, thinking that An Que was too complacent. You know, no matter how old those books are, they are still books. If they are sold in the town, they can be sold for a lot of money.

"Scholars, scholars, is that why they don't take sage books seriously?"

They were all startled. Didn't An Que really go crazy recently? In the morning, the fields under his name were returned to everyone.

At night, he was still burning books in his yard?

Is this a plan to no longer obtain fame?

"It's on fire, what are you still doing, put out the fire!" Mrs. An ran over from a long way away, howling while running.

She just heard someone say that her house was on fire, and she thought it was some daughter-in-law who didn't extinguish the fire after cooking, so she set the house on fire.

So running all the way, even crying and howling, such a big old lady even fell twice on the way back, she just didn't cry out the pain, and ran back alive.

"Firefighting, my house, why don't you put out the fire? You guys, do you still have a conscience? What about my house!"

Seeing everyone standing at the door of her house without moving, she got angry and cursed at the person who was standing at the door of her house.

What's the matter with these people, shouldn't they quickly fetch water to put out the fire in her house? If her house burns down, let's see if she doesn't scold them to death and let them build a house for her family!

"Old aunt, your house is empty, and your grandson is burning books." A woman said rudely to Mrs. An with a bucket in her hand.

They came to fight the fire out of love, and it was also their duty not to come to fight the fire. Could it be that if they didn't come to fight the fire, it would be unreasonable?

How can there be such a thing, co-author Mrs. An's house is on fire, or is it the fault of others like them?