The treasure she held in the palm of her hand was for others to wipe the table, wash the clothes, and wash the stinky old man's stinky socks! At that time, Lin Hong was so angry that she almost drove Ye Chen away. It was still 1.9 meters to see that the mother-in-law of the captain's family saw that the captain had no smiling face, and it was a good routine to come out.

Zhao Yan naturally knew the purpose of Li Miao's doing this, wasn't he afraid that Ye Miao would secretly follow Ye Chen to Beijing. After all, if Ye Miaoxiao agrees, it is not impossible for Ye Chen to open a certificate to get Ye Miaomiao a temporary job in Beijing.

Zhao Yan scolded Zi Sandalwood's face and his eyes were dark, so he had to add or subtract his captain's words about seducing Ye Miao last time. Only then did Lin Hong know that Ye Chen meant to find a job for Ye Miaomiao in Beijing, and he didn't let his daughter be a nanny, but he just commanded the aunt at the head of the family to do it in the past.

But even so, Lin Hong disagreed. She can let her son get out of her eyes and go outside, but she is reluctant to let Ye Jiao's delicate and pretty little girl go to Beijing alone.

According to Lin Hong, her daughter is so good, it would not be good if she was snatched away.

Ye Chen and the others went all the way north, and Lin Hong's family was also lost for a while because their two sons were not at home for the Chinese New Year. Fortunately, there is Ye Yaoxiao's daughter at home, and Lin Hong just put out two more bowls of rice during the meal, and just sigh.

In the blink of an eye, it is the day of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the custom here in Sweetwater Village is that the family gathers for lunch on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Because of Ye Jianmin's ulterior motives, this year's meals were especially hearty.

The pig's head brought by Ye Yaoyao was boiled and put on a plate, and a plate of garlic and coriander vinegar and soy sauce was served on the side. Ye Miaoxiao put another idea of home-refined chili oil, and as soon as the fragrant pig's head meat touched the garlic-scented dipping sauce, the taste of the meat was instantly magnified tenfold, and the mouth was full of oil when he took a bite.

At the same time, Yi.9 swallowed the last bite of pig's head meat and began to act. His body was full of the fragrance of pork wrapped in garlic, and when he was familiar with the road, he got on the small pot of Wei Dali's house, and took advantage of Huang Xiaocao's efforts to go out, and used wheat straw to lead a fire, and quietly placed it under the stove together.

In the rural area of Tianshui Village, every household piles up grass under the stove, which is just in time for the Chinese New Year, and there is a lot of grass for fried dumplings and fried fritters in the small pot house, so every household has a lot of grass in the small pot house at this time.

Yimijiu saw that the people were not lighting the fire properly, and ran to Ye Jianmin's house with another smoke, and took advantage of Ye Jianmin's efforts to go to the toilet after going to the house, and took the first step to stuff a note in the toilet of Ye Jianmin's house.

Ye Jianmin habitually took a newspaper from the pit of the latrine, he shook the newspaper, and just dropped the words on the note that Ye Chen imitated Wei Dali's writing, Ye Jianmin frowned and looked impatient, this Wei Dali is too unreasonable, it's only been a long time, Ye Dali hasn't done it yet, so he began to urge him to get married, it's really a hypsody!

Ye Jianmin was so angry that he was suffocated by the note as soon as he soaked in feces and urine, and as soon as his pants were lifted, he pinched the note and went out.

After only walking a few steps, he saw a colorful paper on the ground, Ye Jianmin was overjoyed, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up. When I opened it, I couldn't help but be happy: it was actually a great unity! This is a good sign, next year I may be able to get rid of Wei Dali and enjoy the food and so many good things in that cave alone!

Because he picked up the money, Ye Jianmin didn't care about the wording on Wei Dali's note. He thought that he would see Wei Dali for a while, and he had to talk about him well and ask him to be careful. Although the latrines in Sweetwater Village are all built behind their own homes, and no one comes over when they are idle, what if someone else comes?

Thinking of this, Ye Jianmin also looked around to see that there was no one around, and then smiled with satisfaction.

Waiting for Ye Jianmin to walk forward in a majestic manner, the one meter nine in the back slipped over and picked up the note, tore it up and threw it into the Ye family's dung pit.

When Ye Jianmin walked to Wei Dali's house, Wei Dali was picking his teeth and scolding Huang Xiaocao, saying that Huang Xiaocao had washed a big hole in one of his clothes. That tunic was brought back by Wei Dali from a meeting one year. It is said that it was bought in a department store in Beijing, a dress costs thirty-five yuan plus a cloth ticket, Wei Dali generally does not wear it, this is not tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, Ye Jianmin asked Huang Xiaocao to find out and put hot water in a teacup, scalded it and hung it up to wear it tomorrow morning, who knew that as soon as he walked over, he saw a big hole in front of him.

The hole seems to be ground by something, Huang Xiaocao does housework all day long, and it is possible that his hands are rough and grinds good materials. That's why Wei Dali scolded. If it weren't for the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Huang Xiaocao would not have been able to escape.

Ma Yu followed over with Yi Mi Jiu secretly said to Huang Xiaocao "I'm sorry", although it can be seen from the last incident that Huang Xiaocao is not so innocent, but after all, Wei Dali's clothes were made by Yi Mi Jiu with a stone, and now Huang Xiaocao has become a scapegoat, which is really embarrassing.

Zhao Yan felt guilty, and the person had already moved extremely quickly to the Wei family's small pot house. Seeing that the smoke in the firewood pile was getting thicker and thicker, and the wheat straw was burning more and more, I put my heart down.

Thinking again, after a while, Wei Dali was the first to blame Huang Xiaocao again, and Zhao Yan said to Huang Xiaocao again in his heart: "I'm sorry."

Of course, after apologizing, I still have to do what I need to do. Who let Huang Xiaocao tell the people in the village that he was my fair sister after they left, and that their captain played with the village girl and left!

Although Zhao Yan didn't know why Huang Xiaocao targeted Ye Miao like this, Zhao Yan knew that the rural girl was more famous than the sky, and if Ye Miao was passed on like this by Huang Xiaocao, she would no longer be able to straighten her waist in the village in the future.

In this way, Zhao Yan will no longer find other ways to set fires, and go directly to the stove to pull out the tinder to burn, isn't he troublesome? If Huang Xiaocao was beaten by Wei Dali, wouldn't it be better if he didn't speak for three days?

Because it was daytime, the flames that burned slowly along the wheat straw were not conspicuous. But once discovered, it is bound to become a raging fire. Zhao Yan listened to the quarrel outside, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: Quarrel, let's burn hard.

Ye Chen was in a hurry, so the things that he didn't have time to listen to were handed over to Yi Nine. For 1.9 meters, where is the New Year not celebrated? Anyway, he is alone, even if he goes home, he goes to his uncle's house. His eldest aunt is not as good as Ye Yao's aunt, he always has to be careful about face, before Zhao Yan became a soldier, as long as he watched him enter the house, his eyes were never eyes and noses were not noses.

This year's New Year in Sweet Water Village is actually a surprise. When the fire on this side burns, then he will hide in the same room with Ye Jing in the Ye family, and after a few days, he said that Ye Chen asked him to come over to see Ye Jing.