In this way, Zhao Yan will no longer find any other way to set the fire, and go directly to the stove to pull out the fire? If Huang Xiaocao is 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. Anyway, he is alone, even if he goes home, he will go to his uncle's house. His eldest aunt has never looked at him unpleasantly, and her attitude towards him is not as good as Ye Miao's eldest aunt Zhang Di, after all, Zhang Di always cares about face, and she can get by with Ye Miao's face. And before Zhao Yan became a soldier, as long as he watched him enter the house, Zhao Yan's eldest aunt had always treated him with eyes, not eyes, noses, not noses.

Celebrating the New Year in Sweet Water Village this year is actually a surprise for Zhao Yan. When the fire burns here, then he can do another thing, a big thing in his life.

Rather than going to Ye Chen's house for the New Year, Yi.9 prefers to be in Ye Jianguo. After all, his fair sister's skills in cooking with one hand are comparable to that of a chef.

Zhao Yan swallowed his saliva, as if he had seen all kinds of delicacies that exuded fragrance under the heat. No, where can the chef compare to his fair sister. According to Ye Han's words, the chef cooks for the salary, and he cooks for everyone to eat comfortably and happily.

Not to mention that 1.9 meters is a person with high emotional intelligence. If Ye Miaoxiao knew what he was thinking, he would definitely remember what those people in his previous life often said: "The dishes are all made with heart and love, and naturally they are full of sincerity and happiness." ”

Seeing that the fire was only big and not small on the one meter and nine sides here, he knew that it would definitely burn, and Wei Dali over there was getting angrier and angrier, and he had already raised the shoes on his feet and threw them at Huang Xiaocao.

It turned out that Wei Dali felt that he had lost face in front of Ye Jianmin like this, and he couldn't control his temper for a while and was angry at Huang Xiaocao.

Huang Xiaocao tilted his head and avoided his shoes, but he had to bow his head and be careful to pick up Wei Dali's shoes. Because generally, if Wei Dali can't find the shoes after throwing them, he will only beat her harder.

Ye Jianming's face still had the joy of finding the great unity just now, and Wei Dali, who saw the Chinese New Year's Eve at this time, found himself and didn't talk to him, he only knew how to beat women, and he couldn't help but fight in one place.

"Wei Dali, don't talk to me like this next time, don't ask me to say those words like this again!" Ye Jianmin finished speaking, patted his pocket, turned around and left.

Wei Dali secretly cursed in his heart: "Neurotic", this Chinese New Year's Eve, who is not at home for lunch, but this Ye Jianmin still wants to come to his house, Wei Dali deduced from this that this old boy must not be well-intentioned.

Wei Dali has a lot of bad ideas in his heart, and his stomach is full of bad water. It is inevitable that you will also think about others with your own heart. He touched the hole in the front of his clothes, and beckoned to Huang Xiaocao again.

Huang Xiaocao saw that the terrifying look on Wei Dali's face was gone, and walked over tremblingly.

"After lunch, you go and ask Lin Hong or Zhu San's daughter-in-law, or go to Zhang Dahua, aren't they going to set up some cooperative? I heard that they also embroider flowers for people, you ask them to embroider a five-pointed star for me!"

The more Wei Dali spoke, the more he felt that his thoughts were good, he pointed to the country, who spit on the stars and felt a little thirsty, just wanted Huang Xiaocao to go to the small pot house to pour a bowl of water for him, and when he looked up, he found that the east wall of the house was full of smoke. Wei Dali glanced at it in a panic, and immediately ran wildly, what a, how could there be a fire!

Huang Xiaocao was still thinking about how to refuse Wei Dali at this moment, she really didn't want to see Zhang Dahua. Not to mention the various connections between Zhang Dahua and Wei Dali before, which made Huang Xiaocao hate Zhang Dahua very much.

But in the face of Zhang Dahua's mother-in-law, Wu Qiniang, who came to her every time to ask for money, Huang Xiaocao was unhappy and felt that Wu Qiniang was disgusting, and on the other hand, she was faintly proud. How to say it, Huang Xiaocao's grandmother used to be a maid for a big family, but she didn't hear her grandmother talk about the wives and concubines fighting in the backyard of this deep house.

After coming and going, Huang Xiaocao felt that he gave money to Wu Qi Niang, which was like an ancient woman paying a salary to a concubine. For Zhang Dahua, of course, Huang Xiaocao can't look down on it. Huang Xiaocao felt that Zhang Dahua was a two-legged and one-forked master who came to make money and was shameless.

But this is such a woman, and now she is divorced, why is she Zhang Dahua? She is a broken shoe like that, shouldn't she be scolded by the villagers in old age and decrepit, and chased and beaten by Wu Qi?

"Dead woman, stunned, what are you still standing there doing? Don't you see the fire in the small pot house?"

When Wei Dali said this, he only felt that his stomach "growled" again, and he secretly screamed that it was not good, and when he walked to the small pot house with his legs between his legs, he couldn't help but say that he scooped water and poured fire.

But people have three urgencies, and this urgency is not something you can endure if you want to. Wei Dali saw the small pot house burning, and didn't care about the smell of feces all over his body after a while, he poured water hard, and when he found that Huang Xiaocao was panicked and came over, he couldn't help but scold: "Dead woman, don't hurry up." ”

I looked at the courtyard again, and several of my sons had fallen into the dung pit, and none of them came. Wei Dali gritted his teeth and insisted, he didn't dare to imagine what the back of his pants looked like now.

Huang Xiaocao can't care about Zhang Dahua and Zhang Xiaohua at this time. She had broken bowls and eaten less, but her symptoms were much lighter than those of several men in the family.

"What to do, what to do!"

Remembering that there was still fifty yuan hidden in the depths of the stove of the small pot house, Huang Xiaocao couldn't rush in immediately, but now the small pot house was already on fire, and the spark of one meter nine had now become a momentum, and the door of the house was sealed at this time, and whoever went in was looking for death.

But the fire must be saved, next to this small pot house of Wei Dali's house is the partial house, and the partial house is Wei Zijian's house further away from the main house, Wei Zijian is Wei Dali's baby pimple egg, and there are a lot of good things in the house. If this is burned, Wei Zijian will be angry, and her Huang Xiaocao will be unlucky.

Otherwise, how can I say that Huang Xiaocao, a woman, is a solid-eyed and straight-minded woman. Is it time to worry about Wei Zijian's anger? Shouldn't we be worried about how their Wei family will spend this year if their home burns down? How should their Wei family live in the future?

Huang Xiaocao was still worried there: Wei Dali seems to have a tunnel, if this is discovered, what will happen?