Mao Lin squatted in the messy hall, holding his head, and sucking on the choking dry tobacco pouch vigorously. No matter how Feng'er on the side persuaded her, she just didn't say a word. Feng'er had already spoken with smoke in her throat, her voice was hoarse, and she was choked by the smell of dry smoke that kept spewing out from the dense forest. Maybe she was in a hurry, or maybe she was smoky from the drought, and her eyes were damp. However, no matter how much effort and effort were exerted, it did not have any effect. Maolin was still silent, and the baby was still busy packing her luggage.

When the xylophone and the sour apricot entered the courtyard, people automatically dodged a path. There were also a few elderly women who reminded them while giving way to the roadside, nephews and daughters-in-law, you should persuade them quickly. Why don't you leave? The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their old nests. Where can the days compare to our Ansheng here.

The xylophone stopped in the courtyard and said to everyone, it's okay, Maolin is not leaving, not going anywhere. Let's go back, everyone is very busy at home. Anyone who wants to come and pull something, let it go. When the forest is in order, it will be used.

Her words were as resounding as if she had arranged for the villagers to go to work. Everyone was stunned, and they couldn't figure out what the xylophone meant. Seeing that as soon as she entered the courtyard gate, she began to pick people out, so she was embarrassed to stay any longer. As a result, the villagers left Maolin's house one after another. I didn't feel at ease to walk like this, so I stood still far away, stretched my neck, straightened my ears, and nervously inquired about the movement in the courtyard.

Maolin's family never expected that the xylophone would enter their courtyard. I didn't expect it to come at such a juncture. They were all stunned. It wasn't until the xylophone dispersed everyone that Mao Lin first understood the intention and purpose of the xylophone coming in a hurry. He greeted him out of the house and said embarrassedly, "My sister-in-law is here." This house is a mess, and there's no place for you to sit.

Xylophone Qidao, what are you doing? If you don't say hello, you will leave if you raise your ass. Do you think that our Xinghua Village is a bazaar? If you want to go, you can leave, and you don't care if your wife and children will suffer.

Mao Lin squatted down again, picked up his dry tobacco pouch, and was silent.

Feng'er continued, sister-in-law, you can come. I've been talking about it for a while, that is, I can't turn him. Xue'e's sister-in-law and Cao'er didn't want to leave, it was their grandfather who was messing around. Isn't this self-inflicted guilt on yourself, and you're angry.

Xylophone replied simply, it's easy to do. Whoever wants to go, he will walk smoothly by himself. Xue'e and her mother didn't want to leave, so they stayed and lived their own good life. There is food and clothing for us, and there is her mother's. You can't starve to death, and you can't freeze anyone.

Sour apricot hated and said, Maolin, Maolin, I know what you have in mind. Although you have done foolish things, no one has treated you like this, don't they still treat you as usual? I can't think about it. I see, you've hit the evil smell of somewhere. After tossing others, you have to start tossing this and tossing yourself.

Mao Lin suddenly hugged his head and cried. His cry was low and muffled, like the roar of an old cow, or the sound of the wind when the bellows by the stove were pushed and pulled.

Seeing her father crying bitterly, the stick baby seemed to be annoyed. He stood aside and said coldly, My family is willing to move outside to live, what's in the way of you, and it's not your own home. [End of Chapter]