Folk tales: The world's cowhide is a big blow, bragging to the fate of the west

The world's cowhide is a big blow, you blow I blow everyone blows. How to blow the swaying posture, how to blow to the peak, that depends on the technology.

The most famous bragging master in Chinese history, Zhao Kuo, blew down a large cowhide and lost his life on the battlefield, and also accompanied by 800,000 elite Zhao troops, who were killed by the Great Qin Wu'an Junbai overnight. The State of Zhao was devastated from then on until the fall of the country.

This topic is too heavy, and the world's major events have their own big guys to manipulate, and my generation of grass people don't need to worry. Or have a small life, tell a little story, and entertain yourself.

It is said that in the early years of a village in the Central Plains, there was a cattle man, known as a big cowhide. This person has a god mouth, let's, let's, the dead toad can say pee. The light says big, never say small, all day long cowhide shakes the sky.

On this day, the big cowhide was blown at the head of the village again, blowing the five horses of the Yangtze River, and the spit stars flew randomly. In the middle of the climax, an idle man suddenly said, "You are such a cow, do you dare to go to the old cemetery in the middle of the night?" The old cemetery is an open space at the head of the village, and the dead people in the village are buried there. Inside the old graves and new graves, large graves and small graves, a large piece of Wuyangyang, there are hundreds of them. On weekdays, it is ghostly and terrifying, and no one dares to go there.

The big cowhide was on his head, and he said in passing: "Isn't it just a few graves, what's the matter, I'll go around at night." The idler said, "You really dare to go, tomorrow I will have a drink and dinner." When everyone listened, they came to the spirit and coaxed one after another. The idler said, "Then why prove that you have gone, and we can't follow?" The big cowhide thought for a moment and said, "In the middle of the night I will take a sleigh and go to the old grave to make a sleigh." When you get there early in the morning and see that there are sleighs, invite me to dinner. Everyone agreed, "Be well." And the coaxing thumb up, saying real cow to the big cowhide. When the big cowhide heard it, his heart was triumphantly like a cat licking, full of smiles, and drifted away.

In the evening, the big cowhide came to the village with a wooden hammer and trembling. I regret it to death as I walk. Whoever loves to brag is basically provocative. No self-confidence, afraid that people will look down on them, just talk big. The big cowhide is actually very afraid, but it is really difficult to ride a tiger when it is put up by everyone to this point. Go back, tomorrow you will be laughed to death, go in, really afraid, the big cowhide is just walking around the edge of the cemetery.

At this time, the night was deep, the moon was dark and windy, and the stars were sparse. The wind blew through the treetops and made a strange chirping sound. The big graves in the old cemetery are like monsters of all sizes, crouching in the dark, ready to pounce on and eat people. From time to time in the distance came the eerie laughter of the owl, extremely terrifying and eerie.

The big cowhide was frightened, and his hands could not stop shivering. The cold air in the ridge ditch whizzed, as if someone had been blowing air behind his back, and he turned his head violently, and there was nothing. He looked around, and there was no one there.

The big cowhide sighed, gritted his teeth, and moved step by step into the old cemetery. After moving for half a day, I came to a large grave. The big cowhide legs were soft, and he fell to his knees and trembled and said, "Grandpa and Grandma, forgive me for disturbing you." I'll hit a sleigh and leave, don't leave me behind...", and then he took out his sleigh and hammer, and began to beat the sleigh with his hands, not knowing where he had hit. After a long time of busy work, I made the sleigh well.

The big cowhide finished beating the sleigh, together, did not stand up. Looking down, he felt a pair of large hands stretch out from the grave in the darkness and pull him aside. The big cowhide screamed bitterly, prostrated his head like pounding garlic, and shouted in his mouth: "Spare your life, spare your life...", together, you were still pulled by death. The big cowhide struggled desperately, but instead pulled tighter and tighter. Just then, an owl suddenly skimmed over his head and let out a piercing rattling laugh. The big cowhide screamed and fell on the head of the grave.

Early the next morning, a group of people came to the old cemetery. They saw a man lying in front of the grave in the distance. A closer look reveals a large cowhide. Everyone pulled him and couldn't move, and when they looked closely, it turned out that the people in the past were all wearing long shirts and coats, and the big cowhide hands were busy, passing the stalk through the coat and firmly nailing it to the ground in front of the grave. Everyone turned him over and looked at him, only to see that the big cowhide had round eyes, a big mouth, and a livid face, and had been dead for a long time. It turned out that the big cowhide was scared to death in front of the grave. When everyone looked at it, the frightened mother made a sound and ran away.

The big cowhide died, and the idler and the watcher gathered the money together and buried him. Since then, no one has bet on going to the old cemetery in the middle of the night.