The people from the old shrimp family did not come over that night.

Therefore, in the opinion of everyone, there will be a bloody and bloody story, which ended in a hurry in the waiting of Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze, and disappeared in the all-night long conversation between Lao Shrimp and Zhang Hu.

The noisy, ordinary, and ordinary stories on Shili Street continue comfortably.

But Mo Xiaohe's life doesn't look easy.

Mo Xiaohe didn't go out all day, and even changed his habit of shopping on the street every morning, and asked Zhang Ze, the fat man, to help him buy it.

Then he stayed at home, and moved the sword given to him by Uncle Ying to Mo Xiaoyan's bedroom, as if he was preparing to fight with the people of the old shrimp family at any time.

Mo Xiaohe squatted at the door of his house, watching the rights and wrongs of the people on Shili Street.

Most of the people in Shili Street are hard, the houses are piled up with earthen tiles and earth walls, and even the road in front of Zhang Kee's grocery store is just a dirt road paved with stone loess.

Summer is coming, and the big sun at noon is like a big fire hanging overhead, and it also burns the big trees and small trees that grow around Shili Street.

In this weather, for the elderly, the best choice is to wear shorts, step on slippers, drink tea and eat some snacks in the Zhangji grocery store bare-chested, and then froth at the mouth...... Tell the people you haven't been to, the people you've never seen, and the things you've never heard of as if you had experienced them yourself.

The old ladies will find a big tree in groups, move a stool, eat melon seeds, or take out the unfinished needlework at home to sew and mend.

Sometimes several horse-drawn carriages whizzed past in front of the Cheung Kee grocery store, and together with the gentle breeze, the mud and sand on the yellow earth were scattered everywhere, like a sandstorm.

It's very lively.

It's a pity that the rich people are not here now, and there is a lot less fun in Shili Street, but for the old ladies, there is still something to see and something to play, after all, in this kind of place, everyone has it.

Not far from Mo Xiaohe's house, there is a Zhang Laosan, this old man is very good-looking, it looks good for the old men, and for the old ladies, it is even better.

Zhang Laosan's father, like Uncle Ying, was also a soldier, and he lost his life in the early years of war, and the bones he saved were buried in which place.

After his mother raised him and his sister, she invited a fortune teller, saying that it was also magical, this gentleman didn't know how to find it, so he found the grave behind the door of Zhang Laosan's house, and said that the person lying here was his father, so Zhang Laosan's mother, and Zhang Laoniang, built a house here and lived for decades.

After these years, Zhang Laoniang was old, Zhang Laosan quit his job in Ximen County, and came back to take care of his mother full-time, and the living expenses were paid by his daughter-in-law and sister who had serious affairs in the county.

Zhang Lao, a man in his thirties and fifties, wears a pair of glasses, and dresses neatly when it is cold, looking like a scholar...... But when it comes to summer, he is more unrestrained than anyone else.

The old men who were born in Shili Street, when it comes to rudeness, no one can compare, but in the summer, they are the most bare-chested.

And Zhang Laosan is unusual, he even has a bare lower body, only wears a pair of loose big pants, and then lies on the swing in front of his house, his legs are greatly apart, and the black thing hidden under the crotch of his pants is also exposed to bask in the sun and blow the wind, which is really chic.

In this scene, the married daughters-in-law and old ladies just look at it and laugh, while the yellow flower girls are often blocked at home and dare not come out.

After all, this third child is an educated and somewhat learned person, at least it looks like it.

After all, he wears glasses and holds a book in his hand, and when he sees a place of fascination, he will laugh wildly, or entertain himself with a play, or even whistle a few times through the air.

It's just that the laughter, the opera, and the whistle match his lying posture, as if he is seducing old ladies.

It seemed that he was tired from the sun, Zhang Laosan stood up from the swing, helped his eyes, and walked to the door of Mo Xiaohe's house, wearing only pants and slippers, with a big belly, but like an artist who appreciates art, pacing slowly in front of the couplet written by Mo Xiaoyan, nodding from time to time, and praising a good word in amazement, which is amazing, as if he likes it very much and understands it very much.

At this time, Mo Xiaohe was sitting on the threshold of the door of his house, Zhang Laosan's legs were also wide open when he walked, Zhang Laosan sometimes stopped in front of Mo Xiaohe's eyes, blocking Mo Xiaohe's sight with his crotch, and it would be a long time to stop...... But both of them are very calm people, although everyone knows who they are, and they are neighbors, but no one pays attention to anyone.

This will Zhang Laosan blocked Mo Xiaohe's vision with his crotch again, and after blocking it for a long time, of course Mo Xiaohe still ignored him.

When Zhang Laosan didn't block him, Mo Xiaohe's eyes only had flowers and plants, sunshine and breeze and people coming and going, and when he blocked it, Mo Xiaohe's eyes only had Zhang Laosan's crotch, his eyes didn't blink, and his expression didn't change at all, this is what he learned from Uncle Ying.

Finally, Zhang Laosan couldn't hold his breath anymore.

Zhang Laosan held his hands behind his back, his legs were still spread wide, and his head hung very low, this posture was like a child standing to urinate observing his little brother.

"Who wrote these words?" Zhang Laosan said.

Mo Xiaohe ignored him.

"Your sister's handwriting is very good, I have never seen it in my life. Zhang Laosan spoke again.

Mo Xiaohe still ignored him.

"Do you know how to read?" Zhang Laosan still said.

Mo Xiaohe still ignored him.

"If you don't understand, I understand. Zhang Laosan never tires of it.

Mo Xiaohe still ignored him.

"There is a Mr. Bao in Ximen County, and he is worth a thousand gold. But at this glance, it seems that the comparison between Mr. Bao and your sister seems to be unsightly. Zhang Laosanwen crepe.

Mo Xiaohe turned a deaf ear.

"Do you know what the word unsightly means?" Zhang Laosan didn't plan to give up.

Of course, Mo Xiaohe still ignored him.

Zhang Laosan shook his head at Mo Xiaohe, and didn't care whether Mo Xiaohe ignored it or not, so he sat down next to Mo Xiaohe, his mouth was like a river.

Of course you can't read words. ”

"This is a poor and remote place, and there are many people living in Diao, all of whom are rude and unreasonable barbarians, how can they be literate and sleepy?"

Zhang Laosan's eyes looked towards the angel, and he seemed to be unable to think of ancient texts, "By the way, isn't your sister a fool?

Mo Xiaohe ignored him, he was really too lazy to pay attention, but he didn't allow others to call his sister a fool, and if he scolded him, he would beat someone.

So Mo Xiaohe will finally ignore him.

He jerked his head up slightly, his eyes rolling up.