Next to the village committee, a wood-framed house was a little dark from the smoke.

At this time, the kitchen is also full of smoke, and it is time to cook dinner.

Go to those mountains and cut down some trees, leave them for a while, and when the trees are dry, they are the best firewood.

Or pick up those dry tree trunks and use them as firewood.

Li Fengxian tiptoed into the house of the village party secretary Xiang Guoyuan, Xiang Guoyuan's wife was still working in the field, and he was cooking at home today.

Xiang Guoyuan has a standard "Mediterranean" hairstyle, slightly chubby, but his body is relatively strong.

Although he was over forty-five years old, he did not look like the other men in the village who were over forty-five years old.

In addition to him, the whole person also looks more energetic.

"Oh, Xiang Zhishu, have you become a housewife?" Li Fengxian glanced left and right a few times, making sure that Xiang Guoyuan's wife was not at home, she leaned against the kitchen door coquettishly, scratching her head.

Xiang Guoyuan looked back and saw that it was Li Fengxian, so he hurriedly threw away the work in his hand, dragged Li Fengxian into the kitchen, and slammed the kitchen door shut.

"Dead ghost, so anxious, if your wife comes back and bumps into it, it's not good!" Li Fengxian pushed Xiang Guoyuan.

Xiang Guoyuan said "ahh

Like a frightened cat, Li Fengxian stood on tiptoe and screamed, "I'm going to die, pinch it randomly! Let's go to the pigsty and be safe!"

"Go to a chicken feather pigsty, right here, Lao Tzu has to add firewood to the kitchen!" Xiang Guoyuan pushed Li Fengxian, put her legs up at once, and straddled the kitchen cupboard.

I don't know if it's Xiang Guoyuan's fetish, or I'm afraid of being bumped into by my wife, every time I and Li Fengxian, I hide in the pigsty.

Even if his wife bumped into it, he still had an excuse to feed the pigs, pinching the pig's ears with both hands, and those big and white pigs screaming a few times, and he could still cover up.

The kitchen, this battlefield is not bad, and there has never been a dry firewood in the kitchen!

An unprecedented stimulus made Xiang Guoyuan forgetful, and now he just wanted to add a handful of dry wood to Li Fengxian's stove in the kitchen to burn the fire more vigorously.

"Nyima, lighter, the cupboard will shake the shelves for you!"

Li Fengxian swore foul words and scolded and scolded.

Xiang Guoyuan laughed treacherously, "Damn, I can't imagine that your small stove, burning such a handful of dry wood, and the fire is burning so strongly, it's really fucking sassy!"

"Nima's coin, it's not your dry wood that lit it!It's so cool, the kitchen is so exciting!"

Xiang Guoyuan gasped, and after about twenty minutes, there was a roar, and the fire in the stove was too strong, like a volcanic magma eruption, and the flames rushed straight into the sky.

"Hehe, it's fucking cool!"

Xiang Guoyuan patted the scum on his clothes, glanced at Li Fengxian, who was about to go limp, she also hurriedly stood up straight, sorted out her clothes, and scolded: "You have suffered a thousand cuts, how can you be so capable this time!"

"What? You don't like it?"

"Knowingly, Yang Ronghua is useless, very commotional, but every time he lies on the old lady, he doesn't feel it at all, he is like a dead pig, and he can't move. Li Fengxian's tone was full of resentment.

Xiang Guoyuan was satisfied, despite the Mediterranean, but that bit of vanity was satisfied by Li Fengxian's words, "At the beginning, you didn't look at the rich, what a 10,000-yuan household, you have to marry him, how good it is for you to marry me." ”

Li Fengxian glanced at Guoyuan, "You are content, for so many years, how many pig ears have been caught in the pigsty, and you are still not satisfied!"

Xiang Guoyuan wiped his mouth and nodded, "It's the same, damn, pick wild fruits to eat, quench your thirst and quench your hunger!"

"What are you talking about, who is the wild fruit?" Li Fengxian pinched Xiang Guoyuan, jumped up to Guoyuan in pain, and scolded, "Stinky girl, you want to die, it will hurt to pinch like this!"

"Call you nonsense!" Li Fengxian became coquettish, and it really made Xiang Guoyuan's soul fly.

Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger, and a small stove is a fire, which burns half the sky, half the river and half the river.

The two of them had just tidied up their clothes, still savoring the satisfaction of adding firewood to the small stove.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and then, Yang Ronghua shouted with his voice: "Wife, Fengxian ......"

Xiang Guoyuan and Li Fengxian were dumbfounded, glanced at each other, and said to Guoyuan with a little disgust: "Why did he come? Did you leave any traces and were discovered by him?"

"Don't be suspicious, he'll find something somewhere. Li Fengxian pursed her lips, patted the crumbs of firewood on her body, and tidied up her slightly messy hair.

"Then why did he come here?"

Li Fengxian twisted his waist, and the back figure was fascinated by Xiang Guoyuan, "How do I know if he has a wrong tendon, I'll go out and take a look." ”

Saying that, she had already walked out of the kitchen, standing on the balcony of Xiang Guoyuan's house, and saw from a distance that in addition to Yang Ronghua, there was also Zhang Daman, whom she hated and hated.

Needless to say, with Li Fengxian's shrewdness, he probably guessed why Yang Ronghua came.

A few days earlier, she discussed with Yang Ronghua that Zhang Daman wanted to occupy the private land of Lao Wang next door with strong means.

He is ruthless, so find someone more horizontal than him, Li Fengxian naturally thought of his "cooperative" partner over the years, the village party secretary Xiang Guoyuan.

At least Xiang Guoyuan is the second-in-command of the village committee in Shiyi Village, and in normal times, Xiang Guoyuan bullied Zhang Daman a lot.

It is better to find such a protective umbrella than to be deprived by Zhang Daman of the land certificate of Lao Wang's self-reserved land next door.

Give it to Zhang Daman, that is, the tiger borrows the pig - there is no return.

And to Xiang Guoyuan, as long as he and Xiang Guoyuan catch pig ears in the pigsty a few more times and say something nice, Xiang Guoyuan will not be obedient and return the land certificate to Li Fengxian.

Which is more important, Li Fengxian's heart is bright, his arms can't twist his thighs, Zhang Daman, Diao Min, he has nothing, what to do with the village party secretary Xiang Guoyuan.

"Hahaha, Yang Ronghua, how is it? I'm right, right? Look, your wife is full of spring, and your green hat is green out of the grass!"

Zhang Daman laughed out loud, and had already walked to the balcony of Xiang Guoyuan's house with Yang Ronghua.

Yang Ronghua tilted his neck and looked at Xiang Guoyuan's house, of course, he was looking at where Guoyuan was.

"Oops, it hurts...... Wife...... kiss his wife...... Li Fengxian's hand was already twisting Yang Ronghua's ears, and the lion roared and reprimanded Yang Ronghua, "You useless thing, don't stay at home honestly, what are you doing with this plague god?"

"I ...... I...... He, he, he...... Come get the land certificate!"