Zhao Zhenhua saw the move, grabbed Hao Guolan's hands, twisted her waist, and threw her to the side.

"Oh, oh my mother, I've killed someone! Zhao Chenghai, you old man, how did you raise a little wild seed and kill the old lady!" Hao Guolan knew that he was not an opponent, so he simply lay down on the ground and rolled on the spot.

Rolling and letting go is the basic skill of the three aunts and six wives, and it is a necessary survival trick.

Hao Guolan is a master of this way, who has obtained the true inheritance of her grandmother's mother-in-law, and is well versed in the essence of rolling and letting go. She rolled left and right, Shi Yanzi was like a fight, scolding in her mouth, and greeted Zhao Zhenhua's eighteenth generation ancestors one by one. The old gray Zhao Chenghai she scolded is Zhao Zhenhua's father. In fact, Zhao Zhenhua is the eldest son in the family and is not married. His father, Zhao Chenghai, does not have the conditions and qualifications to pick up ashes.

Hao Guolan's performance was so involved that she forgot that there was a ditch on the side of the road.

Everyone was about to step forward to pull a hand, but they saw Hao Guolan's little short legs kicking on the ground, and her round body rolled north very neatly, plopped, and fell into the ditch on the side of the road.

This ditch is behind Zhao Zhenhua's pigsty and belongs to Zhao Zhenhua's family.

When planning the village many years ago, the road was planned with ditches on both sides of the road, one for drainage and the other for irrigation.

Zhao Zhenhua's father, Zhao Chenghai, was a hard-working man, digging and widening the ditch to raise fish. Therefore, in the entire Dongwan Village, the ditch behind Zhao Zhenhua's house is the deepest, widest, and has the most water storage.

Hao Guolan fell into the ditch, splashing a few feet high, and then scolded repeatedly, climbing up with his hands and feet.

However, this section of the roadbed is relatively high, the ditch is deep, Hao Guolan has short hands and short feet, like a big turtle, crawling and slipping, plopping, and falling into the water again.

The villagers were not busy salvage, but they laughed together. Everyone also knows that this ditch can't drown people, and now the weather in autumn can't freeze people to death. Hao Guolan fell into the ditch, which was nothing more than taking a bath.

Song Jiacai, the little bachelor, said with a smile: "Mother, Huazi has lost a lot, he didn't want to come to Xiyan, but the water in the ditch at home was drunk a lot by Hao Guolan!"

The crowd laughed again.

Zhao Zhenhua didn't smile, nor did he look at Hao Guolan, just stared at Annette Lu's face, staring intently.

The Sven man who took the kiss was so angry that his face turned pale, and he took a hand and pulled Hao Guolan up.

"Zhao Chenghai, you old man who picks up ashes, has no children and no tail, and raises this uneducated little wild seed, the old lady will fight with you today!" As soon as Hao Guolan landed ashore, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the entrance of the village. She wanted to go around to the front of the village and go to Zhao Chenghai to scold. The son is shameless, the father has to be faced, right?

Zhao Zhenhua was still expressionless, staring at Annette Lu.

On the second van, a middle-aged man wearing a hat walked down, with a greasy round face and a small red flower hanging on his chest, on which were written the word groom.

The greasy man walked up to Zhao Zhenhua, stuffed two packs of filter cigarettes into his pocket, frowned and waved his hand: "The cigarette is given to you, let's go!"

Zhao Zhenhua snorted, took out a cigarette and threw it on the ground, and said, "It's not just to give me two packs of cigarettes, it's the people present, two packs of cigarettes per person!"

The greasy man with safflower was furious, took off his hat and shouted: "You kid don't know how to lift, don't beat people at home, and no one beats you when you go out! You are blocking my way today, don't let me see you in the county in the future!"

When the greasy man took off his hat, the villagers around him muttered at the same time: "Wow, it turned out to be a bald ......"

Song Jiacai laughed even more: ", there is a spark on the bald man's head!"

The greasy man with safflower turned red, hurriedly buttoned his hat again, and turned around and glared at Song Jiacai.

"Hahahaha——!"

At this time, Zhao Zhenhua laughed, laughed, laughed loudly, and laughed so loudly that the momentum was amazing.

The greasy man with safflower glared and scolded: "What are you kid laughing at? Get out of here, don't force me to do it!"

"Hahahaha......" Zhao Zhenhua couldn't help laughing, looked at the greasy man with safflower, and said:

"There are four big ones in Dongwan Village, mosquitoes are bigger than flies, wasps are bigger than sparrows, women's buttocks are bigger than millstones, and sons-in-law are ...... Uncle, how old are you this year? When are you going to celebrate your 60th birthday?"

"You ——!" The greasy man's face was red to his neck, which was no different from the color of the safflower on his chest.

The villagers laughed and quickly held back. Everyone can make fun of the bald groom, but they must take into account the face of the bride Annette Lu's family, after all, they all live in the same village.

"Give you cigarettes. I don't know when, the bride Lu Xiulian got out of the car, holding a cigarette and a few packs of loose cigarettes in her arms, walked to Zhao Zhenhua, stuffed it in his arms, and whispered: "My father is dying of lung cancer, waiting for money to see a doctor." ”

After speaking, Annette Lu turned around and walked to the van.

Zhao Zhenhua was stunned, staring at Lu Xiulian's back, his eyes were in a trance.

Today's Annette Lu is wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam, under the thin waist of the willow, her buttocks bulge abruptly, it seems that it is really bigger than a grinding plate......

"Oh, the cigarettes are coming, two packs per person!" Song Jiacai cheered, rushed to Zhao Zhenhua's side, grabbed the cigarette, and threw it at the villagers around him.

Zhao Zhenhua glanced at Lu Xiulian, who had already gotten into the car, and retreated to the side in a daze.

Hao Guolan ran over out of breath and got into the car scolding. The convoy to welcome the relatives started again, and Annette Lu sat in the passenger seat with her head down, still expressionless.

The greasy man with safflower sat in the second van, and when he drove past Zhao Zhenhua's side, he turned his head and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, gritting his teeth and scolding: "Mom, the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people! Boy, don't let me meet you in the county in the future!"

Zhao Zhenhua didn't speak. He felt that there was no point in saying anything.

Lu Xiulian has already given an answer, her father has lung cancer and wants money to see a doctor, so he can only marry her off in exchange for a bride price. If she used the bride price money to see her father, Lu Xiulian didn't say it, but Zhao Zhenhua could guess it. This is not a little understanding, but the old rules in the area of Dongwan Village, and even in the whole county, it is natural to marry a daughter and receive a bride price.

Song Jiacai scattered a few packs of cigarettes, swallowed a few more packs, threw the remaining pack of cigarettes to Zhao Zhenhua, and grinned: "Huazi, this is yours!"

Zhao Zhenhua didn't take the cigarette, let it fall to the ground, turned around and walked to his backyard, and laughed nervously: "Hahaha, there are four big ones in Dongwan Village, the woman's ass is bigger than the grinding plate, and the son-in-law is older than the old man...... It turns out that it's all true!"

Mazi's father Song Rengui was very confused, staring at Zhao Zhenhua's back, frowning and muttering: "This baby is in a hurry because she didn't get into college, right? ”

……

Zhao Zhenhua returned home from the back door and met his father Zhao Chenghai coming back from the front door.

Zhao Chenghai had a few blood marks on his face, his eyes were murderous, and when he saw his son, he immediately slapped him and waved it.

Zhao Zhenhua did not hide, but raised his face and met his father's slap.

The slap finally didn't come down, Zhao Chenghai held back at the last moment and scolded:

"You are a bag in the world, why don't you let the car hit and die? You have been studying for more than ten years, but you have not been admitted to the university, but you have learned to block the road and rob you? You want two packs of cigarettes, and if you smoke them, you can become an immortal? Hao Guolan threw me into the field, scolded me, and scratched my face! I, how can I ...... Raise you bastard!!"

Zhao Zhenhua snorted, turned around and entered his room, shook his hand and closed the door, with a bang!

The force of the door closing was so great that the four adobe-roofed huts trembled slightly, and dust fell in a torrent.

Zhao Chenghai looked at the roof, cursed a few more words, sat down on the threshold, took out the earthen cigarette without a filter, inhaled most of it in one breath, exhaled the smoke heavily, and sighed.

Zhenhua's mother, Ke Cuihong, also came back from the field with a hoe.

She also knew that her son was happy to smoke cigarettes, frowned, looked at her husband Zhao Chenghai, and asked, "What about Zhenhua?"

"It's dead!" Zhao Chenghai threw the cigarette butt on the ground and kicked it hard.

Cui Hong shook her head, put the hoe behind the door, walked to the door of her son's bedroom, and raised her hand to knock on the door.

Zhao Zhenhua opened the door, without saying a word, walked sideways past his mother, passed by his father's side, went out of the gate, and stood in the open space in front of the door to bask in the sun.

Cui Hong wanted to speak and stopped, thought about it, pulled Zhao Chenghai into the backyard, and discussed something in a low voice.

……

At lunchtime, Zhao Zhenhua filled a bowl of rice, picked two chopsticks and pickled chili peppers from the table, and turned around and walked to the door.

"Zhenhua is eating here, I have something to tell you. Mother Cui Hong said.

"You say, I can hear you. Zhao Zhenhua took the bowl and sat down on the threshold, leaning against the door frame on one side, with his back to the door, and his face was facing the Eight Immortals table in the hall.

Zhao Chenghai faced the door, sat above the table of the Eight Immortals, erected his chopsticks, pestle on the table, and scolded: "Eat the food at home, and still pick it out, no wonder you are getting poorer and poorer!"

Zhao Zhenhua didn't speak, he changed the direction with the bowl, still sitting on the threshold, his face rushed out, his butt was facing his father, and he continued to eat, thinking to himself, this time I was pulling it home, I will see if I can pull out the money!

"Bastard!" Zhao Chenghai was helpless against his son's non-violent non-cooperation, gritted his teeth and cursed, and continued to eat.

His original intention was to let his son sit at the table and eat, but who knew that this bastard actually gave himself an ass.

Cui Hong sat on the east side of the Eight Immortals Table, holding the bowl, sighed softly, and said, "Zhenhua, Xiulian...... You're already married, so let it go. The threshold is high, our family is poor, and we can't climb the ......."

Zhao Zhenhua didn't look back, and said angrily: "Don't mention Lu Xiulian, who wants to climb her house?"

Zhao Chenghai was furious, and used chopsticks to mess around on the table, glaring like a cow: "If you don't climb people's homes, why are you going to make a fool of yourself in the morning!?"

Zhao Zhenhua snorted again, representing his own answer.

Cui Hong hurriedly gave her husband a look, waved her hand and shook her head, and then sighed: "Okay, let's not mention Xiulian...... Zhenhua, you are not too young, your marriage, your father and I have already discussed. Now, there are two paths that I want to discuss with you. ”

"What are you discussing? I don't have to worry about my business, I'm happy to beat a single!" Zhao Zhenhua said.

With a snap, Zhao Chenghai slapped the chopsticks in his hand on the table and glared at his wife: "It's useless to say anything to this bastard, all his books are read to the dog's stomach! It's all your fault, telling him to study all day long, now it's okay, read out a stunned young man who has no father and no mother!"