Duan Fang found a small stick and held it in his hand all day long. He didn't do anything now but stare at the black sow and its sixteen little piglets. The small thatched hut is no longer a dormitory for a pig farm, and now, it is a huge pigsty. Duan Fang lives in a pigsty, which is good. Because of the old camel's hand, Duan Fang has been guilty. But Duanfang accurately found a way to remedy, that is, to take good care of their little sixteen sons. In fact, there is nothing to do with the injury of the old camel and the little sixteen, but Duanfang recognized one, since the old camel is such a precious little sixteen, as long as the little sixteen is fed, he will be worthy of the old camel. Of course, this has its price, and Duanfang must let seventeen pigs live with him. The first few days were fine, but slowly, the smell was no longer strong, it was simply strong. The little piglets pulled everywhere, urinated everywhere, and were diligent and hurried. The little pig is no longer a little pig, it is simply a small wallet, and when it falls, the end will pick it up. Otherwise, you won't even have a place to put your feet. Of course, having said that, in fact, there is still no place to put your feet in the hut. Think about it, sixteen little piglets are sixteen little balls of meat, they keep moving, playing, chasing, all dazzling. You have to be extra careful when you kick out, if you are not careful, the small meat ball will become a small meatloaf. Duan Fang was cautious, this was not entirely for the old camel, for fear of touching the piglet and hurting the old camel's heart. The main thing is that Duanfang can't bear it, he has been together day and night for so long, Duanfang is familiar with every little guy, knows their temperament, who is naughty, who is lazy, who is bold, who is timid, can recognize it, and it is not good to hurt anyone.

Why does Duan Fang always have a small stick in his hand? The only use is to protect the little sixteen sons. The end party does not allow other piglets to touch it, not even its mother. The end side was worried that it was being bullied. When it was time to feed, the old camel was right, but the little piglets were going to grab the teats. At this point, the black sow has no heart and lungs, it is not as good as a woman. The women have to lift up their blouses, lean over, and deliver their nipples to the children's mouths with unmistakable precision. Look at the black sow again, it doesn't care about anything, it is on one side, it lies down, it pulls down. Eat it. Nothing else, it doesn't matter. The two rows of ** are there anyway, and they can't fly, so you can grab them. Whoever grabs it goes to whom. Can't grab it? Can't grab it. In fact, this is exactly what the end side can't agree to the black sow. The little sixteen sons are so thin, so small, where can they grab them. How can you, a mother, not be partial? You're fine, humming and smacking your lips. Is there a mother who does this? If you are not partial, you will be partial for you. There is a way to do it at the end. When it was time to feed, Duan Fang blasted all the little piglets away and circled them. This is good, the two rows of nipples are all chartered by the little sixteen. The little sixteenth son was overjoyed, shaking his head, and he looked a bit like the demon king of the mixed world playing the harmonica. When the little sixteenth son is full and has drunk enough, he will play with his mother's nipple and hold the little sixteenth son away, and then open the meal for the other fifteen children. Whoever doesn't listen, if he doesn't listen, he beats him with a stick in his hand. Duan Fang must raise the little sixteen sons for the old camel well. Duan Fang has thought about it, and when the little sixteenth son grows up, he must let it enjoy all the glory and wealth. Just let it be seeded, one bride a day. Only in this way can we be worthy of the pain on the old camel's hand and the scar on the old camel's hand.

Since he had the little sixteenth, Duanfang's heart has been on it, and he has become indifferent to himself. If you don't make it to the army, then it's not right. No one can die. Duan Fang was not sad, on the contrary, he found fun in the little sixteenth. Man, that's it, when the heart dies, he is happy. It's not bad to play with the piglets all day long. Isn't that how the old camel has been for decades? Duan Fang is not allowed to think about anything, life is for living, not for thinking. Don't think about it, the days will pass by themselves.

At the other end of Wangjiazhuang, in the team headquarters, Wu Manling was not very good. It can be said that it is getting worse by the day. She began to regret letting the Demon King go. If he doesn't let him go, it must be Duan Fang who goes, and she and Duan Fang may have been "better". Now, having fulfilled the Demon King of the Mixed World, she and Duan Fang, not to mention "good", even general communication has become a problem. Wu Manling's heartache is actually here. It's too much of a. But Wu Manling's most painful thing is not this place. Wu Manling's most painful thing is that after this toss, Wu Manling unexpectedly found that she was really in love with Duanfang. Wu Manling is young in the end, where can she understand such a common sense - men and women can't stand the toss. A toss is definitely bad. Neither men nor women are human beings after all, they are gnocchi. The younger you are, the more moisture you have, and you can't rub it. As soon as you rub it, it will come up, and it is especially easy to entangle. Tear it out again, and it will be difficult. It can't be torn clean. It doesn't make sense to love this thing at all, let's just say Wu Manling, the most real situation is actually just her apology, and she feels that she owes the end of the party. Apologies come over, apologies pass, and Duanfang's figure lingers. Once it lingers, it sinks from the mind and eventually descends to the heart. When you get to Kokomi, you're done. These days, Wu Manling's mind has been hovering the scene of Duan Fang bidding farewell to the Demon King of the Mixed World. The way he smoked, the way he restrained, the way he pretended to be calm, and of course, the way he picked up Wu Manling's arm and slowly put it down. These movements are stubborn, but they are soft, they are cold, but they have his inner measure. A male general like Duan Fang is like this, the more down-and-out, the more powerless he is, the more he has his charm. Wu Manling fell into it little by little, calling every day should not.

It's been so long, and Wu Manling has been looking forward to Duan Fang coming to quarrel with her. Wu Manling really hopes that in this way, Wu Manling will at least have a chance to explain, and at the same time have a chance to promise. There is room for their relationship. The end side just doesn't come. Wu Manling also knew that Duan Fang would not come. This is where the end can be evil, the place of hate, and the place where the end is fascinating. Since he doesn't come, let's go find him myself. But Wu Manling didn't dare. If the talk is not good, it will not be easy to get it back. Wu Manling had no way at all. If only there was a matchmaker now, help them match, Wu Manling twisted a few times, and finally agreed. However, the best days have long been delayed by themselves, who still has the courage to be a matchmaker for the branch secretary, there will be no one. A person's life has really been settled, and he can't afford to delay any step, if he really delays, only you know the warmth and coldness here. Wu Manling locked herself in the room all day long, as if she was waiting for something, but in fact, she didn't wait for anything, but she was still waiting in her bones.

Wu Manling's whereabouts of Duan Fang are generally known, and she is usually on the pig farm during the day. At night, hang out in the village with a bunch of little brothers and do nothing. That's basically how his days were passed. Even if Wu Manling made up her mind to go to him, his whereabouts like this would be troublesome. At night, there was a group of people around him, and they couldn't see him. Looking at his style of calling for wind and rain, he has become the village party secretary. Wu Manling has not thought of a way, for example, to run a night school for literacy, and for example, to organize a literary and artistic propaganda team, so that Duan Fang can be called over and asked Duan Fang to help. But when he thought of the unshaven beard, he looked like he was discouraged, and it seemed that he would not agree. If the end side doesn't come, then it will be in vain, what are you tossing it about?

Unrequited love is boundless. Wu Manling's days are getting stronger and stronger, but they are getting less and less, and Wu Manling has deeply realized the meaning between this thick and widowed. Who would have thought that at such a time, I would catch a cold again, and I would be very sick. Speaking of illness, the people of Wangjiazhuang have always had a stubborn opinion, only when they see blood, it is a big deal, general headache and brain fever, it doesn't matter, it will be carried over for a few days. Wu Manling was lying on the bed, dead. His face burned crimson. At noon, a rare guest came, it was Zhiying. This Zhiying, on the day she got married, Wu Manling was drunk for the first time and felt uncomfortable for several days. Where would Wu Manling have thought that Zhiying would go back to her parents' house at such a time, get out of bed, and be so happy. Zhiying is fat, and her son, who can just walk, is even fatter. The two fat men entered the door, and they were crazy and even more enthusiastic than Wu Manling. Unexpectedly, Zhiying's son was not afraid of dogs, and after a few tests of each other, they became hot. Wu Manling saw Zhiying's son for the first time, so she must hug her and let herself "take a good look". The little guy said he wouldn't say anything, he "didn't want to". Wu Manling scolded a foul language, and she was so affectionate. The house was immediately popular. Think about it, two boudoir close friends in the early years, and with children, where can they not be affectionate. Manling went back to the bed, got into the quilt, took Zhiying's hand, and the two chatted slowly. The more you talk, the more you talk, one fifteen ten, fifteen twenty, twenty-five thirty, thirty-five forty.

After chatting for two hundred in one breath, Zhiying noticed Manling's face and touched Wu Manling's forehead. Zhiying was taken aback and said, "Sister, why is it burned like this?" Wu Manling was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Zhiying's "sister" was not someone else, but herself. It's been years since I've heard such a name. Very pro. Intimate and close to the lungs. Wu Manling grabbed Zhiying's hand, pressed it on her cheeks, and rubbed it slowly, like a coquettish puppy. Zhiying said, "I'll take you to get an injection, right?" Her son suddenly said on the ground: "Don't fight!" Wu Manling looked at her little nephew, smiled, and shook her head. Zhiying coaxed the child to get used to it, and said: "Be good, obedient, let's get an injection." Wu Manling still shook her head. Just shook like that, but tears came out. For so many years, everyone has treated her as an iron lump, and she can bear anything. She cared about everyone, but no one ever cared about her. I'm also a girl's family. Thinking about it like this, Wu Manling was aggrieved and threw herself into Zhiying's arms. Zhiying gave way, aimed at the back of Wu Manling's head is a gentle slap, and scolded: "It's a dog, don't look at it!" Before Wu Manling could understand, Zhiying glanced at his abdomen, and there was it in his stomach again. Wu Manling stretched out her hand, picked up Zhiying's clothes, and directly sent her slap to Zhiying's belly. She's touching. Zhiying's round and smooth belly was just under her slap. It's tight, it's hot. How happy she is. What a happy woman Zhiying is. Everything. Wu Manling was sad for a while, but she had nothing. Thinking about it like this, Wu Manling couldn't hold it anymore and buried her head in Zhiying's arms. Zhiying stroked her hair and understood, this iron girl who can call the wind and the rain, her eight characters are still missing, and she still looks like a female bachelor. Zhiying hugged Wu Manling tightly and said, "Everyone knows that your conditions are high, sister, don't be too picky." This is Wu Manling's saddest sentence. It also hurts people and wrongs. Wu Manling raised her head, looked at Zhiying with tears in her eyes, and said, "Sister, I didn't pick it." I didn't really pick on wow. Zhiying whispered, "I don't believe it." There are people all over the world, there is always something you can see, right?" As soon as the topic came here, Wu Manling stopped talking, and her eyes were in a trance. This is another pain in her heart. Unspeakable. Zhiying stabbed Wu Manling and said, "Yes, right?" Wu Manling glanced outside the door and said, "Yes, there is." Zhiying moved her ass and said, "Who?" Wu Manling was silent, just stunned. Zhiying said, "Who? Tell me, who is blessed to be my brother-in-law." Wu Manling finally spit out two words: "Duanfang." This time it was Zhiying's turn not to speak, and for a long time, Zhiying still said: "My mother said that he and Sanya are getting better." Wu Manling said: "I don't care about this. Zhiying said: "It's the same." What about him, what about Duan Fang, does he know? Did you pick it up?" Wu Manling shook her head again. Wu Manling said: "I offended him. He won't forgive me. If I don't deserve this branch secretary-" Zhiying interrupted Wu Manling's words and asked eagerly, "How could you offend him? "Having said this, Wu Manling can't go on, this involves the Demon King of the Mixed World, and her nightmare. Don't say it's to Zhiying, it's to her own mother, Wu Manling has to keep her mouth shut. Wu Manling looked stunned and said, "Let's not talk about this." Zhiying sighed and said, "You, you always keep everything in your heart, or so." How can this work? You have fallen in love with other people, but they don't know, how can this work?—— I'll go and tell Duan Fang to go!" Wu Manling grabbed it. Wu Manling said: "Leave it to fate." ”

This sentence doesn't seem like Wu Manling said. Although Zhiying said that he was married, after all, he had stayed in Wangjiazhuang for so many years. Wu Manling's least favorite sentence is "resigned to fate", whether it is in a meeting or in the tweeter, Wu Manling said the most is precisely "man wins the day". Zhiying put her hands on Wu Manling's thighs and said, "Sister, have you forgotten what you said?"

"What did I say?"

"You say, Man will conquer heaven. ”

"It depends on what the matter is, and it needs to be analyzed on a case-by-case basis. ”

"What's the specific problem? It's all your fart. It's you who can't wipe your face. I don't know you, she-donkey, and you won't bend down, and you won't bend your hind legs. You can't have to ask people to come to you for everything. This can't be done. - To put it mildly, Duan Fang really doesn't deserve you. But it depends on where you stay. If you're willing to climb down from the tree, in my opinion, you're worthy of it. Hey, what about this kind of thing, what is worthy of it? If you don't have him in your heart, he won't be worthy, and if you have him in your heart, he's my brother-in-law. "Zhiying has given birth to a child in the end, he is a person who has come over, and his words are different from the past. I have no front teeth to speak. Wu Manling loves to listen. Wu Manling pinched Zhiying's mouth and said, "Tear you up!" After laughing for a while, Zhiying pulled the topic back again. Zhiying said seriously: "Sister, you are not too young, let's find a 'good' one and marry early." Look at it, it's burned like this, and there's not even a person who hands tea and water. Poor to see. ”

Zhiying thought for a while and said softly: "I got married, closed the door at night, and the lights went out, okay." ”

Wu Manling's heart suddenly chuckled. Married, at night "close the door, the lights go out, okay." This sentence is tempting, but it is not provocative, and it has a solid agitation. If you talk about it in detail, from the fact that Wu Manling "closed the door and turned off the light", this kind of thing can be regarded as "existing". Not really. Wu Manling both knew and didn't know the taste. They are two natures too. are two different things. is married, "good" or "good" is another matter, Wu Manling thought, she won't hate it. Wu Manling vaguely pushed the topic back to Zhiying's side, a little confused, and said, "He's okay with you, right?"

Zhiying, of course, knew who "he" Manling was talking about, glanced at the child on the ground, and said, "Not good!"

Wu Manling is a layman in the end, where can she understand the mystery of a married woman's speech, and said stupidly: "What he promised me, why is it not good?"

Zhiying said: "It's a dog's day, it looks honest. Silly face. Can't touch it. As soon as you touch him, he wants it. You say, it's just a bed, how can you not bump into it?" Zhiying touched his stomach and said, "It's all like this, and I won't let it go." He was still crazy, and when it was critical, he asked me to call him dad. ”

Wu Manling asked puzzledly: "How can you call him father." ”

"He hurts me. Rare me. I know. ”

"What is that? Are you really shouting?"

Zhiying's face flushed. But he laughed. Zhiying said honestly, "I shouted." I love him too. ”

"Yes?" said Ms. Wu. I've already understood eight or nine points. As soon as I understood it, I didn't understand it even more. What is "that kind of thing"? How can it be? What the hell is it? Why did you let Zhiying be "like this". Wu Manling was blackened. Zhiying opened a small window for her, and it seemed that life was not only on the outside of the house, but also hidden in the house. It has its own mysteries. It has its own unseen brilliance, as well as its fun. Recruitment. so that people's hearts are rippling. Wu Manling said, "Yes?"

Zhiying said: "Sister, don't look at the fact that you have read more books than me, and have seen a wider world than me, you have to listen to me in this matter." Put the shelf down and go and tell the end side. Duan Fang is not stupid, how can he not know your good? I'm afraid that he can't climb high. What is offended and not offended, as long as it is good, men do not have such small hearts. Listen to me, that's right. ”

Wu Manling suddenly took Zhiying's hand and said, "Zhiying, you call my mother." ”

Zhiying was stunned for a moment and understood. Suddenly there was a burst of laughter. My shoulders shook with laughter, my waist bent, and tears overflowed. Zhiying said: "Sister, I treat you as an understanding person, and you are a stupid ×." ”

Wu Manling laughed. Say, "You're a stupid ×!"

In a sense, Wu Manling's determination was made by Zhiying for her. She decided, and only she knew, how unstoppable her heart was. She still came to the pig farm, of course, pretending to be passing by. Before entering the house, a group of pigs blocked Wu Manling at the door. Duan Fang was holding a small bamboo stick, his hair was messy, his beard was long, and he was very sloppy. He is playing with the little piglets, and it seems that he is training the little piglets, telling them to "stand upright", "take a break", and "keep up with the forward". The little piglets ignored him, but Duanfang was still the head of Xingxing. Wu Manling stood outside the door, looking at him. After glancing at it, he turned around and brushed his hair behind his ears. Duan Fang still saw Wu Zhishu in the end, he put down the small stick in his hand, went out, and stood in front of Wu Manling. Wu Manling actually had a sentence in her mouth, if she had changed her usual life, Wu Manling would have said: "Duanfang, shave your beard." But Wu Manling just couldn't help it and wanted to tremble. This one is broken. So Wu Manling couldn't speak. Still Duanfang spoke, Duanfang was quite polite, and he was also understanding. Duan Fang said: "Wu Zhishu, I actually know what you want to say." I don't hate you anymore. It's too cold here, so you might as well go back. ”

"You, you know, I think, what do you say?"

Duan Fang laughed again. This man's laughter is bad, it's so bad. I wanted to touch him with my hand, but I wanted to slap him even more. He smiled so clearly, so stupidly, so confidently, so humble. Fool around. Not give a hoot. It makes you feel like you owe him. Duan Fang said: "Wu Zhishu, go back, it's too cold here." "You're welcome. Wu Manling suddenly remembered the Demon King of the Mixed World. The Demon King of the Mixed World did such a hurtful thing, but after all, he gave Wu Manling a chance. It can be seen that Duan Fang is not even as good as the Demon King of the Mixed World. This man is bad, too bad. His heart is made of iron. Wu Manling's tremor had already spread to her lips, and she couldn't care about being the branch secretary of Wangjiazhuang anymore. "Duanfang!" Wu Manling said, "I know your heart, why don't you know my heart!"

Because it was blurted out, Wu Manling's words actually showed all the hole cards. Having said that, the situation of the conversation is over. Conversations are often like that, reaching their peak at the beginning and often means hitting rock bottom at the beginning. Wu Manling's words frightened herself, and she also frightened Duan Fang. Neither of them dared to say anything more. Duan Fang didn't believe that Wu Manling could say such a thing, he understood, he didn't seem to understand, and he wanted to listen to it again, but in the final analysis, he still understood. Just don't believe it. Duan Fang said, "You better go back." "It's really too cold here." ”

The end is still so messy, but the beard is shaved and the chin is clean. The man is the strange thing, and sometimes, the chin is all he has. When the chin is clean, the person is raised to a notch, and the whole person is clean together. The clean Duan Fang sat on his bed and kept stroking his chin. There was no one around, but he was cramped. The point is not to find self-confidence. Who is Wu Manling? Secretary of the Wangjiazhuang branch of the Communist Party of China. Who is he? A pig farmer, a thug who is physically qualified but cannot be a soldier. Duan Fang lay down, thinking in his heart, Wu Manling is good, but is this a woman who can marry home? If you get married, will you have a better life in the future? That will be the dictatorship of the proletariat. How did such a thing come out of nowhere? It was so sudden. Duan Fang had never been so thoughtful. Isn't this a toad eating swan meat? It's not that the more he thinks about it, the happier he becomes, but, on the contrary, the more he thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes, and it's not too much to say that he is facing a great enemy. Keep touching your chin.

Duan Fang had a dream. This dream is happy and frightened. He dreamed of his wedding, and Wu Manling married him back. The scene of the wedding was huge, and the entire Wangjiazhuang was dispatched. Revolutionary songs were played incessantly on loudspeakers, gongs and drums were beaten, and firecrackers resounded in the sky. Pei Quan, Da Lu, Guole and Hongqi came to the pig farm, Pei Quan couldn't help but say, and put the red head cover on Duan Fang's head. Duan Fang grabbed Peiquan's collar and said, "What is this for?" Peiquan didn't dare. Pei Quan said: "No, Wu Zhishu has taken care of it, she wants to put a red head mask on you." Duan Fang thought about it and had to agree. Hongqi said at this time: "Duanfang, you have to care more about us in the future, maybe I can go to the army next year." Duan Fang was ashamed and ashamed. Shen Cuizhen interjected on the side and said, "Don't worry, Red Flag, Wu Manling has supported Duanfang and wrapped it around us." Duan Fang was so shy that he wanted to go underground. I didn't expect the red flag to put on a military uniform in a blink of an eye. Hongqi said: "All stand up, send Duanfang!" Everyone stood up, and Duanfang also stood up. Duanfang put a red head on his head, lowered his head, and went to the side of the team headquarters. Duan Fang suddenly found himself barefoot, leaving a footprint on the ground with every step. Looking back, the footprints looked like plum blossoms one after another, and they turned out to be pig footprints. Duan Fang was anxious and said, "What's the matter? What's going on?" Pei Quan didn't pay attention to him, and tied his arms with ropes, and Duan Fang couldn't move his hands this time. Duan Fang was led to the brigade headquarters in this way. The brigade headquarters was full of people, and all the members and comrades were sitting under the stage, they looked solemn and wore grass-green military uniforms. When Duan Fang was led to the rostrum, everyone stood up and played the "National Anthem". Wu Manling was the only one on the podium, standing behind the microphone with her head held high. There was also a chair beside her, which looked square. Wu Manling didn't wear a military uniform, it was an earthy yellow tunic with four pockets, and a snow-white shirt could be seen at the neckline. The high-spirited sound of the "National Anthem" had just ended, Wu Manling made a gesture of "please sit", and all the members of the club sat down with a "whoop". The team headquarters was silent, and Duan Fang was pressed next to Wu Manling, and there was a pillow on the chair. Wu Manling coughed, held the microphone, adjusted the angle of the microphone, and said, "Today, Comrade Duanfang and I got married. If you agree, please applaud!" The powerful echo of the microphone echoed in the brigade headquarters, and the audience resounded with warm and long-lasting applause. Wu Manling said: "Pass." Thank you. Wu Manling lifted the red hood on the top of Duanfang's head. Duan Fang was very shy, he never thought that the wedding would be like this, and wanted to run away, but the red flag and the national music blocked his way. Duan Fang was furious and said loudly: "Hongqi, what are you doing here?" Hongqi said: "Brother Duanfang, I'm sorry, I listened to Secretary Wu." ”

Wu Manling glanced at Duan Fang and said into the microphone: "Since you are married, you have to have a child, my opinion is to have a boy, if you agree, please applaud and pass!" The audience once again burst into warm, long-lasting, and stormy applause. Duan Fang couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up. He jumped off the stage, stepped on a lot of heads, and ran desperately. The heads of the audience are extremely elastic, and their necks are as if they are made of springs. Every time you step on the end, you jump high. With the help of the elasticity of his neck, Duan Fang jumped higher and higher, and with a stroke of his two arms, he flew up. His arms are wings, he is sculls, and he seems to be flying in the sky and swimming in the water. He became a magpie, then a rabbit, a praying mantis, and eventually, a yellow eel. His body was soft and smooth, and his surface was covered with viscous secretions. This time it's good, it's much safer, and others can't catch him. However, there is one thing that is very bad, no matter what has become of Duan Fang, he is always recognized by others. Xinglong recognized him. Xinglong kicked him out of the cooperative medical treatment and gave him an idea, asking him to find the Demon King of the Mixed World! Isn't this nonsense, how does Duan Fang know where the Demon King of the Mixed World is? Duan Fang can only hide from Mr. Gu's side. Mr. Gu was not ambiguous, he said, materialism is not against marriage, thorough materialism believes that marriage is an effective form of human reproduction, since the end of the ** is thousands of Chinese children, the end of the side has no reason to hide this fact, the end of the party should be all, selflessly implement the first public ownership, all their own ** to the brigade, that is, Wu Manling. Let Wu Manling take care of Duanfang's **, he can rest assured. Duan Fang can only escape again. Relatively speaking, Kong Suzhen had to be polite, she told Duan Fang very regretfully that she could no longer be Amitabha, farewell, Amitabha Buddhism! Farewell, Duanfang! The peacock flew southeast, wandering for five miles. The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. Zhongshan is pale and yellow in wind and rain, and millions of heroes have crossed the river. With nowhere to hide, he jumped into the river in an emergency. He hid in the middle of the water weeds. However, the tweeter is still ringing. The tweeter can be heard clearly even underwater. Wu Manling's voice came from the loudspeaker, and Wu Manling said, "Duanfang, you can't run." It doesn't matter if you're in the sky, on the earth, or in the water, you can't run. Please note to all members, please take care of all members, please bring slingshots, shovels, shovels, harpoons, and fishing nets, quickly occupy every road crossing and river mouth, and immediately arrest and return Duanfang, and immediately arrest and return!" He recognized Duanfang's yellow eel. Duan Fang was glad how correct he was to become a yellow eel! Pei Quan couldn't catch him. As soon as Duanfang's body was retracted, he immediately escaped from Peiquan's fingers. However, Pei Quan didn't leave any affection for Duan Fang this time, he brought a large fishing net. Just above Duanfang's head, the fishing net "hula" and spread out, covering Duanfang. The fishing nets were collected, and the end was drenched in water, and mingled with Wang Ba, loaches, water women, river mussels, frogs, and snakes. Duan Fang was terrified, and a snake had already entangled its body with Duan Fang. Duan Fang was finally thrown away by Pei Quan and thrown on Wu Manling's marriage bed. Because he was wrapped in a fishing net, he couldn't escape this time. Wu Manling held a vice in her hand. She clamped Duanfang's tail with a vise, and said unhappily: "Duanfang, what are you running?" The sound of revolutionary songs sounded again through the loudspeakers, gongs and drums, and firecrackers roared. Duan Fang was frightened and woke up, covered in sweat. It was already dawn.