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didn't return overnight, and in the face of his parents' inquiry, Meng Fan gave a slight explanation.

Sitting at the dinner table, he was not very hungry because he had eaten barbecue in the evening, but he just looked at the little widow who was eating with his eyebrows down, and was thinking about something.

"The pillar boy is quite pitiful, too. When Meng Qingshan learned that the pillar was back, he sighed with emotion, "Did you burn the paper man you burned for him? If it is broken, remember to burn it for two more for him." ”

"Uh......" Meng Fan remembered the pillar's special requirements for female paper figures, and was a little embarrassed, "Probably...... Let's use it again. ”

"You're going to see the creek too. Meng's mother was also pleased, "Why don't I go and have a look, I'm still good sisters with her mother." ”

"Don't get involved. Meng Qingshan sandwiched the vegetables for Meng's mother, "Maybe the people left early." ”

Meng Fan smiled, took the opportunity to lead the topic to the little widow, and said to the little widow: "That...... Didn't your man come back?"

"My family...... Man?" the little widow was stunned for a moment, opened her red lips, took a small sip of porridge, and paused before she said, "It must be buried too far...... Probably he ...... Too lazy to come back. ”

"Hey, this girl!" Meng Qingshan listened to it for a while, but he didn't think deeply.

The little widow is in her twenties, just when Fanghua is in time, Meng Qingshan calls her daughter, but it doesn't seem so abrupt, maybe she deliberately avoided her widowhood, with her age and outstanding appearance, she can still easily marry when she returns to her parents' home.

Meng Fan's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he knew that what the little widow said could not stand up to scrutiny, because ...... The men of his family died outside, they were burned, and all that was buried in the grave was ...... A box of ashes!

Ashes...... Naturally, there is no way back.

This little widow...... There's really a problem.

didn't break this clumsy lie at the dinner table, and after eating, Meng Fan didn't go back to the house to practice as usual, but sat in the courtyard and set up a paper figure. If it was before, they would have been hiding in their own rooms and tossing, as if they were doing it behind closed doors.

After Meng Qingshan and his wife cleaned up the pots and bowls, they also came to the yard, carried a small bench, sat next to the hill-like pile of corn, fixed the hand-cranked corn threshing machine, and threshed the corn cob...... This is probably a farm job that many farmers can't escape.

As for the little widow, she squatted next to Meng Mu with some curiosity, handing the corn one by one, watching the corn creak and threshing in the threshing machine, and a very funny look appeared on her little face.

But after watching it for a while, I felt that it was not interesting, and when I saw Meng Fan being a paper man, a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water cut pupils lit up, and I came to Meng Fan, and I couldn't take my eyes off Meng Fan's paper man.

"Brother......" The little widow stretched out her cat-like little tongue and licked her delicate lips, "Can you tie a paper figure and give it to me...... I'll give you the money. ”

Meng Fan glanced at the little widow and ignored her: "How can you have money?"

To this little widow, the so-called ...... of the family Strange man, Meng Fan is ready for a long-term struggle, it is estimated that a fight is enough to choke, just with the kind of earth-shattering means of letting the dead go home, he is beyond his reach, and he is ashamed of himself.

It is estimated that the fight is not enough to be slapped by others.

If you can't fight in martial arts, you can talk about solving it, so let's talk about solving it.

The principle of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages...... He still understands.

The little widow raised her beautiful eyes, looked at the sky, and thought for a moment: "That house...... Yes, isn't my house collapsed, but the money...... It's probably buried underneath. ”

Meng Fan pursed his lips, bent a peach wood strip, made a rib, and fixed it on the skeleton with steel nails, he improved a lot of the craftsmanship of the paper man, and the path he took was very different from that of Mrs. Zhang, after doing this, he said with a smile: "Just when you have money, what kind of paper man do you want?"

This is a custom version.

The little widow became happy, supported her chin with her slender fingers, looked like she was thinking seriously, and thought for a long time before she said solemnly: "I want a great general, wearing armor, holding a big long sword, nine feet tall, and the kind of ...... that is majestic."

Meng Fan smiled and said, "What do you think...... Spring is also possible, but how can there be a person who is nine feet tall?"

"Yes, yes. The little widow stood up, ignoring Meng Fan's words about her Sichun, tiptoed, stretched her little hand high, compared a height, seemed to feel that it was not enough, stood on the bench again, and said with a smile, "That's it...... Not...... It's really that tall, nine feet. ”

Meng Fan glanced at the height of the little widow, which must be more than two meters high, according to the measurement system of today's society, that is, more than seven feet high, and if it is not nine feet, nine feet must be three meters high.

How can there be a man who is three meters tall!

The little widow must have made a mistake.

But the little widow's expression was very determined, as if to her, it was nine feet.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan's gaze suddenly froze, and he glanced at the little widow meaningfully.

In some dynasties in ancient times, the measurement system was somewhat different from that of modern times, such as the Qin Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Western Jin Dynasty, and the Northern and Southern Dynasties...... At that time, the one foot was much shorter than the modern one, only a little more than 20 centimeters.

According to the measurement at that time, a seven-foot man was actually about one meter seven, and nine feet was nothing more than two meters tall.

And the height of the little widow is just over two meters high, and it is right to say that it is nine feet.

But...... The measure calculated in this way is not in this day and age!

Could it be that this little widow is from ......

Thinking of this, Meng Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling that such an inference would inevitably be biased, if the little widow came from ancient times, if she took the Northern and Southern Dynasties as a calculation, she would have to be more than a thousand years old!

How long can this little widow live!

"How old are you this year?" asked Meng Fan, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Well...... the little widow counted her fingers with a careful count, and counted them, but her fingers were not enough, and she shook her head in discouragement, and finally said in a tricky way, "In your thirties, no one has asked me...... I forgot. ”

"Well, let's just be in your thirties. ”

Meng Fan was a little ridiculous, he naturally knew how old the little widow was before the accident, a little more than twenty years old, but the little widow in front of him was much younger than before, like seventeen or eighteen years old, although the appearance looked almost the same.

And her speech and demeanor are nothing more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

There is something wrong with the little widow now.

Moreover, she doesn't seem to know much about the previous little widow, and it seems that it is definitely not the original and genuine.

If you regard this confused but mysterious little widow as an opponent, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Brother...... "The little widow asked softly, as if she remembered something again, "and those people still say that you ...... Bad words, no?"

"Who?"

"Those...... The bad guy who says bad things about you behind your back. ”

"Say no more. ”

"Oooh. ”

The little widow lifted her chin with a proud expression.

Meng Fan saw it in his eyes, and he also understood something in his heart...... According to the little widow's opinion, he adjusted his skeleton and tied up the general without saying a word, while the little widow watched with interest from the side, and from time to time pointed and commented on what was wrong here, what was not good there, as if it were ...... It was as if she had really seen this great general.

It is not difficult to make the so-called nine feet tall of the little widow;

It's not difficult to wear armor, it's easy to make it with cardboard in a cardboard box, and it's also very realistic to paint and paint it.

It's just that the big long knife is not very easy to get, and it was reworked several times, and finally the blade was made of a wooden board and a wooden stick was used as the handle, which barely reached the satisfaction of the little widow, and she almost went to fight a real knife.

"Yes, yes, that's it, I like it!"

Seeing that the general had finally done it, and standing majestically in front of him with a big sword in his hand, the little widow cheered, and her beautiful eyes shone with a little starlight, like an innocent child of a teenager.

"But...... I would also like. ”

The corners of Meng Fan's mouth hooked a wicked smile, and with a wave of his hand, he took the general into the Qiankun pendant, rubbed his somewhat stiff waist, and walked towards his room with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, I've been busy for a long time, and my back hurts...... Let the general press me on the waist. ”

Seeing that the general was taken away by Meng Fan, the little widow was dumbfounded, stomped her feet with a bright red and delicate little mouth, and the beautiful arc on her chest trembled: "You...... You...... The general is mine!"

Meng Fan didn't know why the little widow had a soft spot for the paper man, especially the big general, and with bad intentions, he straightened the little widow, and when he saw the little widow's angry appearance, he was still a little proud in his heart.

Inevitably, I was a little worried, worried that the little widow would be angry and do something shocking.

The matter was really expected by Meng Fan, although the little widow did not shock the world this time, but it also scared him.

In the early hours of the morning, in the dead of night, Meng Fan, who was cultivating cross-legged, suddenly smelled a fragrant wind, felt that there was suddenly one more person in the room, and suddenly opened his eyes to take a look, and found that the little widow's amazing little face had already come to his eyes, only a few centimeters away from his face, and she said faintly: "Brother...... Can put the general ...... Give it to me?"

Exhale like an orchid, that's roughly what it looks like.

"It's okay to send it. Meng Fan hid backwards, lonely men and widows, it's always a little bad to stick so close, could it be that this girl wants to be tempted by beauty, this beauty is indeed very weighty, he settled down, and said, "Before giving it to you, we have to talk...... Well...... Let's talk about it. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )