Feng'er said, but I have already agreed, how can I take back what I said.

Guoqing replied, I don't care, anyway, you are not allowed to do this errand that offends people.

Feng'er didn't explain to him anymore. She knew that no matter how much she explained, it would be in vain. National Day has been scared of her father's resignation, and often tells her how her father has risked his life to do things for the villagers, and in the end, how to make the villagers turn their faces and ruthlessly knock off the stage, and now they have fallen into the appearance of no one and no ghost, how pitiful and pitiful it is.

Feng'er decided to find her father-in-law to weigh this matter for herself. It's not so much about weighing, it's better to ventilate to my father-in-law and let him support him. Since he was impulsive and had already agreed to the xylophone, he must not go back. Otherwise, it is not her Feng'er's usual way of behaving in the world.

Feng'er told Sour Xingti about this when the family was sitting in the house in the east courtyard after dinner that day.

Before that, the National Day told Feng'er over and over again, we must not do this kind of thankless errand, and we will go to the xylophone to say goodbye to Ming'er, and take back what I said today, 10 million, 10 million. Feng'er ignored all of them, didn't talk about them, and was busy with the things in hand. Guoqing thought that Feng'er had listened to him, so she was extremely happy. He felt that what a man said outside the courtyard of his home, a woman had to obey. Otherwise, how can you call a man, just call a woman. Therefore, after dinner, in order to show off his status and power in the small family to his family, he took the initiative to go to the health center during the day to talk to Feng'er, and asked Feng'er to do something with her. In the end, he deliberately exaggerated his firm position and clear attitude, so that his family understood that he was protecting his father's face and maintaining the dignity of the He family's oath not to be in the same league as the xylophone.

At that time, the sour apricot swayed slightly. He immediately held himself in and listened to the generous speech of the National Day in a muffled voice.

The people couldn't help it, and said urgently, why are you so stupid. If you do it with a xylophone, why will you suffer a loss? Sister-in-law, since the xylophone has fallen in love with you, you must do it, and you must do it well. How many people are looking at this seat and sighing. If you don't, you're a stupid person.

Guoqing shot back, you completely asked the xylophone to Chihuali and let her be captured. Why should we work for her and work for her? Live her little life in peace, and see how many days she can jump. People with such prestige as our father told her to get her down. She's a white-eyed wolf who doesn't recognize anyone. Follow her, maybe one day you will get impatient and eat your sister-in-law when you turn around, and you won't even be able to spit out a single bone slag.

The people said, you will give people a headache and brain fever, how can you take the pulse of the world. He has no political acumen at all, and he thinks that he sees problems accurately and thoroughly, and he is a fool.

On National Day, when he saw that the people did not speak well, he got angry. He still had to make it clear to the people, and when he heard his father's impatient "um, um" twice, he hurriedly squeezed back the words that were bulging into his throat.

Sour Xing's heart was first surprised, and then wondered. He was surprised how Xylophone could take a fancy to Feng'er, she was his own daughter-in-law. Surprised, he quickly turned around the brain parts that had not been activated for a long time, speculating about the purpose and intention of the xylophone. or intends to repair the deadlocked relationship between the two families, or intends to find a wronged leader from his family to accompany him, so as to reintegrate the power factions in Xinghua Village, or Feng'er itself has the ability to make the xylophone look at it, regardless of previous suspicions, and so on. He couldn't figure it out for a moment, and he couldn't figure out the key to it. For the rhetoric of the National Day, Sour Apricot disdained. He felt that what the National Day was carrying was simply the mind of a baby who didn't understand, not like the words of the person he raised with sour apricots. He admired the people's words, although he was a little radical and paranoid, and he had his own reasons. He really wanted to hear Feng'er's opinion on this matter, so he asked Feng'er what she thought.