Xingzi doesn't give way, and you look down on people too much. Hundreds of people have a hundred tempers, although some people are like this, but there are still many good people. Like a sour apricot, like a ......

Xingzi was about to continue, Mao Xiang raised his hand and slammed the wine glass on the dining table to the ground. The crisp sound of the glass was like a thunderbolt, which shook the family into a daze. Zhu'er's baby cub was so frightened by the formation in front of her that she cried "wow".

Mao Xiang roared, Xingzai, I'll tell you, you can listen well. This money can be lent to anyone, even if it is buried in the soil as fertilizer and thrown into the water to play for water, I will leave it to you. You just can't lend it to the preserved fruit factory, not a penny. If you dare to take out the money in the field and buy it, I won't rely on you.

Apricot was furious by Mao's sound. The cheeks that were still immature were crimson, and they were red all the way to the roots of their ears. He said angrily, Dad, you are too narrow and selfish. Patronizing himself, he has never put others in his eyes, what else can he do?

Mao Xiang was also completely enraged by Xingzai's words. He roared hoarsely, "Apricot boy, you little rabbit cub." As soon as I asked you to take care of things for a few days, my wings became stiff, and I wanted to fly. Dare to teach Lao Tzu a lesson, it's really good for you. You dare not listen to my words, and you dare to talk back to me, because you want to find a smoke.

The apricot boy's eyes were also red, and the green tendons were jumping, and he was leaning up his neck like a annoyed little rooster. He shouted, "If you want to whip me, then you can beat me." I'll just sit here and stay put, and let you fight it. Since I was a child, I haven't tasted my father's scolding, but now I finally have tasted it. If you beat me again, let me taste what it is like to be beaten.

Mao Xiang had already raised a thick slap. Before the slap fell, when he heard the words behind Xingzai, he suddenly stopped in mid-air. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh again, making a dull and powerful sound. He shuddered and scolded, Xingzai, get out, get out, don't let me see you again.

Apricot stood up and walked out the door. He said casually, get out, who would like to see you.

The full moon left his grandson, who was crying in his arms, and hurriedly went out, trying to pull the apricot boy who was angry. As soon as the front foot stepped into the yard, before he picked up the apricot, there was a faint noise behind him. It was a mad Mao Xiang who reached out and overturned the dining table on the floor of the house, and the greasy vegetable soup and broken porcelain pieces of the dishes were splashed everywhere on the floor.

The full moon frightened. She restrained her legs and feet, not knowing what to do. Seeing this scene, Zhu'er didn't dare to talk much, let alone stay longer, and hurriedly left her hometown with Xiufang and Wa Cub boringly, leaving Mao Xiang and Full Moon in the dreary courtyard of the house.

This matter did not end there.

That night, Mao Xiang and the full moon quarreled for half the night, causing the surrounding neighbors to not sleep well. Although the villagers did not know what the two were arguing about, they all understood that it must be a big matter. Otherwise, the two people, who have never spoken loudly and loudly, would never quarrel so recklessly in the deeper hours of the night. Someone wanted to get up to persuade him, but after hesitating, he turned over and lay down. It's not that they're not sincere, but they're afraid of touching the mold. Today's Maoxiang is not the original Maoxiang after all. If you make him unhappy, you may have many disadvantages for yourself in the future.

Early the next morning, Mao Xiang went out of the house in a huff. He didn't wander around the gravel yard anymore, and rode the brand-new and shiny motorcycle he had just bought, and went straight to the main road out of the mountain. In the afternoon of the same day, in the town credit cooperative, a huge sum of 100,000 yuan was transferred from the account of the stone field and into the account of the preserved fruit factory. It took less than ten minutes before and after.

A few days later, Mao Xiang returned to Xinghua Village again.

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