The villagers of Dongwan Village are familiar with Mao Xuan, and although they despise the enemy strategically, they attach importance to the enemy tactically.

Seeing the two patrolmen walking away, the villagers held a meeting on the spot to study the deployment and counteroffensive matters, and formed an early warning team, a flat shoulder team, a firewood knife team, a harpoon team, a musket team, and a death squad.

Zhao Chenghai drew a map on the ground with a branch and allocated troops, and the third master picked up a handful of small stones and did a sand table deduction.

Everyone studied for half an hour, came up with a plan, and the personnel were all assigned to specific positions, and then they showed a smile of "winning thousands of miles away in strategizing" and dispersed.

Song Jiacai turned defeat into victory, triumphant, thanked the villagers, and turned to go home.

Tieqiao was frowning at the door of the house, and when he saw Song Jiacai's appearance, he asked, "Why are you fighting with people again?"

Syllable!

Song Jiacai slapped Tieqiao in the face and scolded: "What's wrong with fighting? Lao Tzu fights with others in order to support his family! Lao Tzu doesn't fight, you drink the northwest wind every day!"

Tieqiao's skin was white, and after being slapped, bright red fingerprints immediately appeared on his face.

However, Tieqiao didn't cry, but just sneered: "Supporting your family? The most useless thing in Dongwan Village is you! Smoking, drinking, gambling, and stealing fish if you have no money to spend, you really know how to support your family!"

"Slut, what are you talking about!?" Song Jiacai's self-esteem was trampled on, and his anger rose from his heart, grabbing Tieqiao's hair and punching and kicking.

"Brute, what kind of ability is it to beat a woman!?" Tieqiao was also angry, waving his hand to scratch a few bloody marks on Song Jiacai's face.

"Do you dare to fight back, Lao Tzu will kill you today!" Song Jiacai was even more crazy, taking out the residual power of the patrol officer of the big war just now, and teaching his wife a crazy lesson.

When the villagers heard the noise of fighting, they rushed to watch.

So, looking at the lively location, he moved from the road behind Zhenhua's house to the front of Song Jiacai.

The kind-hearted women of the village stepped forward to pull it.

But Tieqiao and Song Jiacai grabbed each other's hair, and it was difficult to pull away for a while.

Song Rengui was helping in Da Yaozhuang today, ramming and shouting for others, and when he heard the news, he ran over, kicked Song Jiacai in the stomach, and scolded: "Beast, you hit the iron bridge again!?"

Song Jiacai was kicked with a sigh, let go of the iron bridge, slapped his uncle in the face, and scolded: "I beat my wife, you are an old thing? Who is she, I beat her, why do you protect her?"

Song Rengui covered his face and shouted: "You are the eighth grandson of the king, and you finally have a wife, but you still look like this mud can't support the wall......! It's my goddaughter, from now on, if you dare to beat her again, Lao Tzu will fight with you!"

"Fart, when will Tieqiao become your goddaughter!?" Song Jiacai scolded.

"I, I, I ......" Lao Mazi was excited, suddenly pounced, knelt down at Tieqiao, and shouted: "I will recognize her as my goddaughter now, and from now on, Tieqiao will be my daughter!"

Suddenly, the audience was silent.

Song Jiacai was stunned, Tieqiao was also stunned, and the villagers were even more dumbfounded.

Lao Mazi knelt to Tieqiao, is this a goddaughter, or a godmother?

This kind of operation is not even on ancient books and TV, right?

Song Jiacai was stunned for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "The old thing is crazy, crazy! After drinking a few cups of cat urine at noon, he is crazy, hahaha!"

The villagers couldn't help it and laughed sneeringly.

Song Rengui knew that the program was reversed, got up with a red face, took out a kitchen knife from the house, waved it and shouted: "Anyway, Tieqiao is my daughter, Song Jiacai, you are a dog, dare to beat her again!"

The villagers hurriedly snatched Lao Mazi's kitchen knife, and came to appease Tieqiao and criticize Song Jiacai.

It just so happened that Song Jiacai's son Song Lixin was also woken up and cried in the house.

Tieqiao wiped away a handful of tears, turned around and picked up his son, trembling and coaxing in his arms......

Zhenhua happened to have a break in class, came over to inquire about the situation, and when he saw the appearance of the iron bridge, he couldn't help but sigh secretly. It's a good woman, but it's a pity that it fell into the hands of Song Jiacai, a bastard. This damn Qi Lei, what a sin!

The villagers gradually dispersed, but they were still talking on the road, and they couldn't help laughing when they talked about Song Rengui's admitting to his daughter.

After dinner, Zhenhua and Yilan sat on the bed watching TV and talked about it.

Zhenhua said: "Why is Lao Mazi so stupid, he thinks Tieqiao is his goddaughter, but he kneels to Tieqiao......? Is it Alzheimer's disease?"

Yilan was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Perhaps, Lao Mazi has an indescribable feeling for Tieqiao." When he saw that the iron bridge had been beaten so badly, he became confused when he was excited......"

Zhenhua frowned and thought about it, and sighed: "There is also such a possibility...... After all, Song Rengui has never had a woman in his life, and he has some feelings for Tieqiao that he dare not say, and it is difficult to say. Alas, speaking of which, it's all the sins of this bastard Qi Lei!"

Yilan suddenly smiled, looked at Zhenhua, and asked, "When Qi Lei brought Tieqiao to you, why don't you?" If Tieqiao follows you, I think she will be very happy." ”

"Go, go, it's the marriage that can't be dissolved, the two of us are destined, even if I asked for Tieqiao, I will still divorce and marry you in the future!" Zhenhua said with a smile.

"You want to marry me after you're divorced? It's almost the same to marry an eighty-year-old lady!" Yilan rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm divorced, and when I'm eighty years old, I'll marry you, an eighty-year-old lady. In short, you still can't escape my clutches!" Zhenhua smiled, turned off the lights and turned off the TV, and showed his clutches......

Happy times always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is the end of the year.

Zhenhua looks back on the days of this year and feels that he has changed a lot, and the village has changed a lot.

More and more people are going out to work. It used to be difficult to work part-time, but now it's much easier.

Those who can't go out to work basically give full play to their advantages and start a small business on the spot.

For example, Zhao Chengquan, the cousin next door, began to make maltose, rushing to the market every time, and going to the countryside when he was not in the market, selling it everywhere. In the village, there are also people who make noodles, go out to make breakfast, and buy tricycles for transportation...... In short, people's minds have changed, except for Song Jiacai, everyone has begun to think about making money.

Zheng Huailiang's feed shop has been open for more than a month, and the business is good.

The village secretary of Dongwan Village is served by Ge Shoudao, the original host accountant.

The first thing Ge Shoudao did when he took office was to soak in the office of Gong Wei, the township leader, all day long, and asked Gong Wei to build a village office for Dongwan Village. Without an office, Ge Shoudao said that he could not work, and all the work could not be carried out.

Gong Wei was entangled by Ge Shoudao and had no choice but to promise to solve it after the year.

Although everyone is making money, the most profitable is Qi Lei, who is working hard outside.