Wang Xiang can be regarded as avenging an arrow, laughing, recognizing the way and running away.

There was a small pond not far away, Wang Xiang didn't think about it, jumped into the pond, and had a tragic winter swim.

After a thousand days of fat nourishment, the subcutaneous fat that Wang Xiang has accumulated over the years finally played a vital role in keeping out the cold.

He jumped in the pond to wash his head and take a bath, and when the activity was turned on, he found that it was not very cold.

After washing, Wang Xiang washed his clothes briefly, wrapped his coat and lifted it in his hand, wrung out his shirt and put it on his body, and continued to run back.

He had to run.

On this cold day, his clothes are soaked, and if he doesn't run, he will be frozen into a human-shaped popsicle when he returns to Dongwan Village.

Ten miles away, Wang Xiang ran back in one go, and there was almost no stop on the road.

rushed to the front of the house, but Wang Xiang was not in a hurry to enter the door, and ran in front of the door, panting and shouting: "Xiuzhen, quickly take the broom, quickly take the big broom!"

According to the countryside, falling into a dung pit is a particularly unlucky thing, and you need to sweep it from head to toe with a broom to get rid of the filth on your body. Without a broom, Wang Xiang didn't dare to enter the house, for fear of bringing filth into the house.

At this time, it was lunchtime, Xiuzhen was sitting under the stove to light the fire, and when she heard Wang Xiang's call, she hurriedly came out to check.

Seeing Wang Xiang's appearance, Xiuzhen was taken aback, glared and asked, "What are you doing here, how do you wear a single dress?"

"Don't talk nonsense, get the broom, get the broom!" Wang Xiang continued to run in place.

Xiuzhen still didn't understand, and asked, "What are you doing with a broom?

At this time, the people next door to the left and right were alarmed and stood in front of their own door to peek.

"Hey, what is Brother Xiang doing, militia training, are you ready to go to the battlefield to fight devils?"

Zhenhua also felt funny, and walked over and asked, "Uncle Xiang, is this a long-distance running race with anyone?"

Wang Xiang was angry, and glared at Zhenhua: "You little bastard is embarrassed to ask me, Lao Tzu was miserable by you today and suffered a big loss!"

Zhao Chenghai also walked over and said with a smile: "Brother Wang Xiang, when did you become Zhenhua and his son?

"I ...... Forget it, I'll talk about it when I get home and take a shower!" Wang Xiang was dumb and couldn't say that he was suffering from eating Coptis chinensis, and yelled at Xiuzhen: "I let you take a broom, what are you doing?"

Xiuzhen glared at her husband, took out the broom from behind the door and handed it over: "Give!"

Wang Xiang said angrily: "What are you doing for me? Take a broom and sweep it for me, sweep it from beginning to end, and my mother will fall into the dung pit!"

"What? Why did you fall into the dung pit for such a big person!?"

The villagers also reacted and laughed together, out of breath.

"I just walk without my eyes, can't I fall into the dung pit?" Wang Xiang glared around.

Xiuzhen couldn't help laughing, and swept it in front of and behind Wang Xiang with a big broom.

Wang Xiang completed the "defilement" ceremony, threw the clothes in his hand outside the door, went into the house, and shouted repeatedly: "Get me hot water, get fragrant soap, I want to take a bath!"

The villagers were already laughing and shouting: "Xiuzhen, fill the big basin of hot pigs with hot water, let Wang Xiang soak it, and then use the planer to shave the pig's hair and scrape Wang Xiang's body twice!"

Everyone knows that Wang Xiang is a businessman, pays attention to harmony and makes money, and can withstand jokes, so he dares to say so.

"Get out, get out of here!" Wang Xiang poked his head out again and glared at the villagers and waved his hand.

The villagers scattered in a hurry and went back to their homes.

Zhao Chenghai returned home, accompanied the carpenter to drink and eat, and couldn't help laughing, and said: "Wang Xiang next door fell into the dung pit, such a big person, and he didn't drink, why did he fall into the dung pit?"

Cui Hong happened to come over with food, and was taken aback when she heard this, and asked, "You said he rang uncle?"

"Isn't he who else? I don't know whose manure pit he fell into, and he was still at the door just now, and asked Xiuzhen to sweep his whole body with a broom...... Laughing to death. Zhao Chenghai said.

Cuihong knew that the big thing was not good, put down the vegetable plate, pulled Zhenhua and turned his head and left: "Zhenhua, come with me to see your Uncle Xiang!"

Zhenhua was puzzled and didn't understand why his mother had such a reaction, but he still followed his mother out of the door.

Zhao Chenghai didn't understand either, and shouted at his wife's back: "You are insane, Wang Xiang fell into the dung pit, and he has a fart relationship with you!?"

"You're crazy!" Cuihong glared back at her husband and walked away with her son.

Wang Xiang had already taken a bath at this time, lying on the bed, covered with three quilts, and holding a warm water bag in his arms.

Cui Hong entered the door, and when she saw Xiuzhen, she asked, "His aunt, Zhenhua and his uncle are back?"

Xiuzhen shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I haven't had time to ask him yet, sister-in-law, you can ask yourself." ”

The bedroom door was open, and Wang Xiang replied in the room: "Don't mention Cuihong's sister-in-law, I have suffered a lot of losses today!"

Cui Hong was even more panicked, and took Zhenhua into Wang Xiang's bedroom.

Wang Xiang sat up wrapped in the quilt and scolded indignantly: "The little tailor Zhang Kexiang must not be Monk Zhang's species! I see that the little tailor is very sensible, and Monk Zhang's stunned young man can't raise such a girl!"

Zhenhua was shocked when he heard this, and then realized that what happened to Wang Xiang today might be related to him, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Xiang, what the hell is going on?"

"What's the matter, what do you say?" Wang Xiang glared and said:

"Your mother asked me to go to Zhangguigang to explain to you, but as soon as I mentioned your father's name, Monk Zhang broke the two bottles of wine I brought and threw away the malt cream. The little tailor's mother beckoned the women of the village and chased me with a dung spoon! I ran so fast that I stepped into the little dung pit in the field!"

Zhenhua was dumbfounded.

Cui Hong was even more at a loss, sweating profusely, wanting to cry and laugh, but she couldn't laugh and cry.

Wang Xiang snorted, and suddenly smiled proudly: "Fortunately, your Uncle Xiang had a few moments, crawled out of the dung pit, and shook off the dung juice on the faces of the women of Zhangguigang, hehe, the women of Zhangguigang, you have to take a collective bath today!"