Chapter Eighty-Five: Meet the Stupid Woman Again

Although the previous atmosphere was a little sad, but neither of them was a person who dragged mud and water, maybe sad, but time will not keep people's emotions behind, rather than this, it is better to enjoy the years after working hard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The wind blows down the fallen leaves, swirling and falling slowly........

When Jinxiu and Wuxian drove the carriage from a distance to see the gate of their uncle and aunt's courtyard, they saw a bunch of people surrounding their uncle's yard, Jinxiu frowned, "Wuxian, hurry up!" Wuxian naturally also saw the situation at the gate of the courtyard, and almost the movements of his subordinates were not slower than the speed at which Jinxiu said this.

"Oh, Liu, your family is a good relative, look at these families don't want anything good, tsk, it seems that you can't wait to leave our small village when you climb the high branches!"

"Qin, what do you say, we just moved our household registration to live with my son and nephew, so why can't it be related to impatience. This is the voice of her aunt, a gentle and soft woman, but a little strong in her bones.

"Why don't you just say that you will move? And take out all these family and divide it, what kind of life your Fan family is doing, who in our village doesn't know! The poor can't even eat enough, and there are carriages coming to your house every day for the past two days. I only listened to the woman's voice as if she had been injected with hormones, and she spoke more and more vigorously, as if what she was saying was the same thing, and she didn't see the pointing and pointing of the people around her, and she was immersed in the story she had made, and even believed herself.

This made Jinxiu's brows furrowed, and the anger between the eyebrows became heavier and heavier, Jinxiu in his previous life has always been a person who walks on the edge of life, maybe he will be martyred when he will be martyred, and there are countless people who have died in his own hands, since he hit this dynasty, he has slowly felt the warmth of his family, and the violence in his heart has slowly been suppressed, you can't let a person who is used to the bloody world live like an ordinary person, so Jinxiu in his previous life has always been a person.

But Jinxiu had never had this impulse before today, but listening to this disgusting clamor today, the blood in Jinxiu's body was a little ready to move. This reminded her of the last time it was because of these stupid women that Junyang never left the house to play with others, and endured those young children's heart-piercing words and bullying. Thinking of this, a few green tendons popped out of the corners of Jinxiu's forehead, but after suddenly taking a deep breath.........

Jinxiu suddenly smiled, but this smile made people shudder a little, as if the flower on the other side of the road that was born in Huangquan was beautiful, but it seemed to go to hell,

Wuxian naturally saw it, but he just looked at the splendid with some interest and appreciation, as if he wanted to engrave this kind of splendid embroidery in his heart, so he turned his head and continued to drive, secretly poking and poking in his heart to recall the beauty of his daughter-in-law.

"I took out the belongings and distributed them to everyone, just because everyone is a villager, what do you mean by foul language?" Uncle Liu's voice increased slightly, which showed that Baozi was not without temper.

"Uncle doesn't have to be angry, this kind of woman just likes to talk about right and wrong, and wants to step on her feet and scold someone to see who is doing well, what is the reason for that? Because she doesn't, she is jealous, so she is angry!" Just when Liu was about to be angry and cry, he only heard a splendid voice from outside the crowd, faint, but strangely transmitted into the crowd of discussions, clear. Liu hurriedly looked at the crowd.