Xylophone didn't seem to want to see Mao Xiang's gloating and smug face, so he turned his head and didn't squeak. Feng'er didn't talk either, she just cared about adding tea and water to everyone.

Mao Xiang also saw the meaning of the xylophone, hurriedly restrained the smile on his face, and sat upright. He talked to Sour Apricot and Xylophone about the weather, the year, and so on.

Mao Xiang always had a feeling of apprehension and anxiety in front of the xylophone. Especially when Xylophone sat and talked to him, this feeling became more and more intense, and even gasping for breath had to be affected somewhat. He couldn't explain the reason for this. When Zhu'er was preparing for the store, Mao Xiang didn't plan to come up with much money in his heart. I just want to deal with it, block the full moon, and block the mouths of outsiders. Who knows, Xylophone actually found him solemnly and asked him to contribute money and efforts. At that time, Mao Xiang didn't even dare to leave room to think, so he agreed in a panic. Afterwards, he regretted it so much that he scolded himself for being too unproductive. As soon as the xylophone spoke, he couldn't help but agree. I don't eat her, I don't drink her, I'm afraid of the xylophone. But what is said is like water being spilled. If you don't do it, how can you get mixed up in the village. He could only grit his teeth and stomp his feet ruthlessly, took out the money, and bleed himself once for no reason.

Sour Xing interjected, it just so happens that the two of you are also here, and you have a good thing to discuss. A village in Beishan brought a letter, preparing to let the pillars meet at the fifteenth day of the first month. What do you mean?

The full moon said happily, okay, okay, let's come down. It's best to strike while the iron is hot, the sooner the better, and you can't delay it.

Sour Xing asked Mao Xiang again, what do you think.

Seeing this, Mao Xiang had to say, okay, let's set it on the fifteenth episode. I'm okay with that.

After a few more people chatted for a while, Mao Xiang got up to leave, saying that there were still a few doors that had not been turned, and they had to be finished before lunch. With that, he pulled the full moon out of the house. The xylophone followed him out of the door. Sour Xing put on crutches and sent them out of the yard. When passing by the door of the pot house, he deliberately shouted loudly to labor to come out and deliver it.

The old couple of sour apricots, Feng'er, and labor sent the servants out of the gate. When the two of them just turned around to leave, Sour Xing deliberately told Lao Dao loudly, you are also at home, and you have to go out for a walk. Remember, you must go to your Maolin brother's house to sit down. Go to the New Year's greetings and talk.

Busy with work, he ran back to the house and put on a blue tweed army coat, and hurried out again.

The arrival of labor greatly surprised the Maolin couple.

Since the failed petition attempt, and after being dismissed from the official and losing the black gauze hat, Maolin began to fall into a situation where life is worse than death, unable to get out, unable to pull out his legs, and unable to get out. Squatting at home, the energy and emotions of the past have escaped without leaving a trace. He was reflecting on what he had done and what had gone wrong to get to this embarrassing situation.

From when he was a production team leader, until the end of the petition, he racked his brains over and over again to recall the scenes he had experienced, and the possible causal connections between each scene. During this period, his mood fluctuated greatly, sometimes angry, sometimes aggrieved, sometimes angry, sometimes regretful. So, it was accompanied by his unprovoked and unwarranted behavior. When he is angry, he kicks the table and smashes the bowl, shouts and roars, and initiates a thunderous rage, igniting the anger of the sky; when he is wronged, he chokes and weeps and tears streams down his face, like a poor man who is lonely and helpless, and he is speechless when he asks the heavens; when he is angry, he swears and curses, and he can't relieve the hatred in his heart by swallowing the person who doesn't like him immediately; when he regrets it, he slaps himself in the face, tortures himself with all his might, scolds himself for holding a pig's skull, is blind, is born with a foolish heart, and does some foolish things that even animals can't do。 So day and night, and sometimes capricious. or crying, or scolding, or excited, or frustrated, making Maolin seem to be confused and obsessed. The whole person was nervous. [End of Chapter]