In ancient times, there was a rich man named Zhao Jiu, who was also called "Zhao Mazi" because of his pockmarked face.

Zhao Mazi was disgusting, had a vicious and treacherous heart, and was especially delicious. Every year, he relied on his wealth and power to force the whole village to treat him to food and drink during the Chinese New Year. Otherwise, he would change his ways to rectify others in the coming year.

Within a few years, many families were destroyed by him, and the people hated him to the point of itching.

One year, the crops were not harvested, and many families went out to escape and beg for food. Those who did not leave could not even lift the lid of the pot on the 30th night of the New Year, so after the first day of the New Year, Zhao Mazi asked people to invite him to dinner.

At that time, there was a family surnamed Li in the village, and the couple had no children. Because of the poor harvest, they finally saved a little food and were robbed by Zhao Jiu.

The male owner's name was Li Xiaoer. He hated Zhao Mazi so much that he slapped his head and came up with a way to rectify him.

Early on the first day of the first lunar month, Li Xiaoer came to Zhao Mazi's house: "Master, you are the first to be invited by my family this year. You have to go early tomorrow morning!"

"Good! Good!"  Zhao Mazi smiled and agreed.

The next day, at dawn, Zhao Mazi put on his robe and jacket and came to Li Xiaoer's house. Li Xiaoer hurriedly let him into the house, brought tea and lit a cigarette, saying, "Master, wait a minute, I'll go cook vegetables."

Just listening to the jingling of pots and spoons in the kitchen, Li Xiaoer and his wife were busy. The fragrance of rice and dishes drifted into the house. Zhao Mazi was so anxious that his saliva was watering, and his stomach was "purring."

Li Xiaoer entered the room, and Zhao Mazi was refreshed. But Li Xiaoyi didn't have any dishes or bowls in the second hand, he just said, "Master, I'm really sorry, you have to wait a little longer, the dishes will be ready soon."

After saying that, Li Xiaoer poured Zhao Mazi another cup of tea, lit a bag of cigarettes, and turned to the kitchen.

After waiting another hour, it was noon, and the dishes had not come yet. Li Xiaoer told him to wait and come right away.

But at this time, Zhao Mazi was so hungry that he couldn't support it anymore. The thief's eyes looked around and saw a piece of dough cake in the cabinet; he looked into the kitchen and saw Li Xiaoer and his wife still cooking, so he quickly took out the dough cake and swallowed it in three bites.

"It's delicious! I have something in my stomach this time, just wait."

In fact, Li Xiaoer had seen it from the kitchen a long time ago. Taking this opportunity to quickly serve two plates of dishes, he looked into the cabinet and shouted on purpose: "I told you to steal food! This time you ate my medicine cake and told you to beat the dog with meat buns – there is no return!"

When Zhao Mazi heard this, his eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Little two, little two, I ate the cake!"

"Oh, no, why did the master eat the medicine cake? That's the most poisonous medicine!"

Zhao Mazi's face changed color, and he cried out, "Little two, little two, what should I do?"

Li Xiaoer was so anxious that he scratched his head and didn't know what to do.

His wife also ran from the kitchen and stamped her feet in a hurry: "Think of a way to save the master!"

Zhao Mazi's cries and the noise of the young couple alerted the neighbors. After a while, the yard was surrounded by water.

At this time, Zhao Mazi only felt his stomach growling, profuse sweating, covering his stomach, shouting, "Fellow villagers, think of a way to save me!"

People laughed in a low voice, and one of the elderly walked out of the crowd and said, "If you want to be saved, I'm afraid you have to pour something in and push out the medicine cake, maybe you can be saved."

Zhao Mazi shouted, "Little Er, hurry up! Hurry up!"

Li Xiaoer asked, "What's the best?"

The elderly hesitated for a moment and said, "Now that the old master's life is in danger, I am afraid that ordinary things will not matter. Only one thing can be saved. I wonder if the old master will drink or not?"

"Drink! Drink! Quick, quick!" Zhao Mazi shouted desperately.

As soon as the old man winked, Li Xiaoer hurriedly picked up the manure spoon and scooped two spoonfuls of manure from the toilet, which smelled so bad that people covered their noses.

Zhao Mazi was afraid of death, so he didn't think much about it. He bit the bullet and drank it in one breath, and immediately vomited again.

Vomit, vomit! Zhao Mazi's bile came out, exhausted.

The elderly and Li Xiaoer smiled and said, "This time it's not in the way, the master is saved."

Li Xiaoer took a few more bowls of cold water and let Zhao Mazi rinse his mouth.

Li Xiaoer said, "Master, I'm terrified! Please take off your vest and let the house wash. The wine and food are ready, please drink at the bar!"

Zhao Mazi shook his head weakly: "Don't drink, don't drink!" He didn't even care to take off his vest, and even crawled home.

As soon as he left, the house fell back and forth laughing. It turned out that everything was arranged. From then on, Zhao Mazi never dared to go to the houses of hundreds of people to eat and drink.