一八年前的一个深秋的夜晚,月光满地。黄大发去村南的坟地里逮黄鼠狼,半路上,拣了一个孩子,一个尚未满月的孩子,粉嘟嘟的,胖乎乎的,在襁褓中蜷成一团,睡着了。这是一个男孩,美中不足的是,他长了一副“兔唇”。这是谁家的孩子?为什么将他扔了?这些对黄大发来说都不重要,重要的是,他快50岁的人了,一直打光棍,这回却白捡了一个儿子。还有什么比这更让他高兴的事呢?该给这个孩子起个名字了,黄大发想啊想,用了三天时间,给他取了个名字:满仓。 One late autumn night of 18 years, the moonlight filled the ground. Huang Dafa went to the graveyard of the village south to catch the weasel. Halfway, she picked a child, a child who was not yet full moon, a chubby, chubby, curled up and fell asleep. This is a boy, the only fly in the ointment is that he had a pair of “rabbit lips.” This is who the children? Why he was thrown? These are not important to Wong Fat, it is important that he almost 50-year-old man, has been playing stick, but this time picked up a son. Anything more delighting than this? The name is given to this child, Huang Taifu think, spent three days, gave him a name: full warehouse.