In fact, Mao Lin had long seen Mao Sheng and the sour apricot woman coming from Hexi together. guessed that they went to Jinlian's house in Hexi to pray for God.

He secretly said in his heart, it's good, no wonder the villagers are in trouble. Even the mother-in-law of the old branch secretary and the men of the current branch secretary have all begun to believe in gods and ghosts, and if nothing happens, it will be strange every day.

The good thing has just kicked off, and the next scene is even better. Look at your xylophone, sour apricots, Zhenfu and other goods, how to save the field.

Once you can't save it and smash the scene, you can hold it up below. If I don't press these people down and crush them into rotten meat, I will walk upside down with eggs as brains and hair.

He didn't want to meet the two of them, so he pretended not to see or hear, and hurriedly ran towards the Four Seasons' house. These days, Maolin has been in a state of frenzy to the point of madness.

A bold and arrogant idea that kept rolling in his heart. He couldn't hold it down if he wanted to, and he couldn't put it down if he wanted to, and he was a little nervous when he tossed it.

This idea has been around for a long time. Although he has never dared to show it, even Xue'e has never mentioned it, and even he himself has never taken it seriously when he can't sleep at night.

However, there is always a kind of ** burning in my heart from time to time, and it has never been extinguished from the moment when the xylophone overturned the sour apricot and took over the power.

It should be said that it was the successful usurpation of power by the xylophone that greatly touched and inspired the evil and ignorant Maolin.

He finally understood that no one is a hard rock that is difficult to shake. As long as you have a pickaxe and a right gap and strength, you will easily tell him to get out.

Make room for yourself and sit on it. In recent years, he has been at the mercy of a xylophone like a poor dog with a tail.

has been yelled at all day long, but he can't find the slightest opportunity to fight back. With the duel between himself and Mao Xiang, after the duel, the xylophone treated himself with a very different attitude and performance from Mao Xiang, especially the effort to help Mao Xiang become a family, which made Mao Lin completely discouraged.

He felt hopelessness, and then an inexplicable threat. This threat comes from the marriage between the two families of Xylophone and Sour Apricot, from the sudden return of Mao Xiang and quickly laid a solid foundation, from the fact that he and Zhenfu completely tore off their faces and openly became enemies, and from the increasingly strong Xylophone's increasingly cold attitude towards himself and dispensable disposition.

At the second study meeting on the detention of apricots, this attitude and performance have been exposed. Maolin has every reason to believe that in the long run, he will not have much time to live in the political arena of Xinghua Village.

The fate of the sour apricot is his own fate. I don't want to wait for death, so I have to fight back, but I can't find the right time to start.

For this reason, he was depressed and troubled day and night. This time it was very different. His not-so-sensitive nose immediately sensed a kind of aura that could not be avoided, that is, Xinghua Village had come to an end in the years when the xylophone turned its hand into the clouds and rained.

This gale uprooted all the majesty and ardent hopes that the xylophone had accumulated for more than ten years, and completely blew it into the western sky.

The xylophone made the villagers pay so many costs for no reason, such as the management of apricot forests, the sale of apricot fruits, the detention of apricots, the widening of the main road, etc., but it did not bring the villagers any tangible benefits.

Even, he brought the whole village into death and couldn't get out. The foundation of the xylophone had completely rotted in the minds of the villagers, withered away, and there was not even a trace of whisker buds left.

At this time, Mao Lin, as long as he ascended and shouted, he could completely drive her off the stage without much effort.

At that time, looking at the political stage of Xinghua Village today, who else could compete with his Maolin.

The world of Xinghua Village is nodding to Song Maolin and beckoning. [End of Chapter]