The mother-in-law entered the house, gave up her seat and didn't sit down, and shouted at the xylophone vigorously, nephew and daughter-in-law, we have words first. I can live as long as I want, and you are not allowed to go out. What's the matter, my house hasn't been built yet, so you're going to rush out.

Muqin smiled, Second Aunt, you can relax. If your house isn't built for a day, and it's not dry for a day, don't move it for a day. Even if it's covered and dry, if you don't want to move, you still live in the west courtyard. I don't want you to move away. As soon as your loud voice lit up in the west courtyard, my house doesn't have to close the door day and night. Anyone who heard it was frightened and fled. I can rest assured.

In a word, it amused a few people again.

This mother-in-law is a rectum. If there are any words, I can't hold it in my stomach at all. Now he poured it out in a hurry, but there was nothing left, like a baby cub who didn't know anything about the world. When she heard Xylophone say this, she was convinced. After many years of communication, she knows that xylophone is a master of words, and she will never swallow the wish she made into her stomach again.

She rejoiced again, and said, "I will believe your words, and the words of the old thing cannot be trusted."

The "old thing" she refers to both sour dates and sour apricots.

For some reason, the sour apricot woman can bond with the whole village, young and old, but she can't get along with this woman warmly. On weekdays, the sour jujube lady has to count the sour apricot women. She is said to be a hypocrite, with a bare face, but with teeth in her belly. The little savings left by the old man let her swallow it alone, and did not leave a little bit of fine slag for the sour dates. Everyone who heard it laughed, saying that the old man only left her a good skill in delivering babies, you came late, didn't catch up, if you came early, you will pass it on to you. The mother-in-law pouted and said, I'm not rare, it's disgusting to touch other people's stinky stomachs, isn't it. When the sour apricot woman heard about it, she could only shake her head and smile bitterly, unable to say anything.

In fact, there are only two reasons why this mother-in-law and sister-in-law can't get along: one is that the sour apricot woman is popular, and everyone respects her. There is no one who lifts her in front of and behind her back, and there is no one who doesn't give her a thumbs up. This made the mother-in-law feel indignant. The same brothers, the same sisters-in-law, why do you have to distinguish between tall and short. In terms of hard work, in terms of strength, she is not much shorter than her, why let her have the upper hand everywhere. The second is that she only gave birth to a single seedling, and she gave birth to four cubs with a split leg, all of which were moisturizing and moisturizing, making her eyes hot. She was wronged by the sour jujube behind her back, saying that if the previous man was not sick, she might be able to give birth to ten or eight. If the sour dates are okay, if you don't give birth to five or six, you will starve the woman to death.

Sent away the two sour jujubes, the xylophone said to Maosheng, before the wind rose, the rain came first. If you don't want to do it again, the trouble will follow you behind your ass, and you can't get rid of it.

Maosheng has already let the sour jujube woman lead out a belly. He had a gloomy old face, and he didn't say anything all night.

Xylophone smiled secretly, if they did two, I really don't know how to live this day.

Mao Shengniang finally set foot on the land where her ancestors had lived and multiplied for centuries.

After sending the letter, she hesitated repeatedly for more than a month before she made up her mind to return to her hometown. She has no way back.

Mao Xiang squatted in prison, his daughter-in-law had long since disappeared, Xingzi was only seven years old, and he had no financial resources. The only way out is to go back to my hometown. Even if he dies, he will die with the coffin of his hometown covered with the loess of his hometown. You must not be a wild ghost in another land.