Liao's father was very depressed: Brother Hua had to go to school at twenty-eight, and it was only a few days. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info in the future, he will eat public dinner, but he is afraid that he will not be free. It's hard to get home.

The village chief and Lao Qi were a little embarrassed.

Lao Qi is straightforward: I don't dislike my brother, the fabric brought by Brother Hua is very good.

The village chief lit a cigarette pouch and said: Well, Brother Hua is a good boy, and when he goes to Beijing to see a doctor in the future, he will have to find a doctor and go to his house to live.

Father Liao: What else are you looking at? If you die, Brother Hua can't give away the coffin in vain!

The village chief was furious: The dead are great! Send a white-skinned coffin, and the poor will not kill him!

Liao's father shook his head.

After a while, the village chief Coco said in his voice: Brother! There is a way that one guest does not bother the two masters, Brother Hua has done a lot of things these days, so he is simply helping everyone!

What are you going to do?

Village Chief: First, I always dream, I dream of old people, many old people complain that there is no monument, Qingming burned paper to find the wrong grave, and the paper money is not easy to divide.

Liao's father scratched his scalp: They can't tell where they are buried in their own families, what can a junior do to make a brother, and where to cut stones?

Village Chief: It's easy to do, there are stones at the bottom of the Liaojiawan River, old man, how many can be carved.

And what about the second piece?

The village chief whispered: You tell Brother Hua to tell the dragon and water the ground for our village. Although we are all watering the ground, this year everyone grows a lot of rice, and there is still a shortage of water.

Liao's father thought about it: I'll tell Brother Hua'er, but I can see it in the past few days, that mouse dragon is very lazy and loves to sleep, and I will ask Brother Hua to ask if it is successful.

That's fine!

At this time, someone came on horseback and dismounted.

It turned out that the patrol police from the Zhuang Town Police Station came over with a messenger from the city's government.

The messenger found Xiao Guizi and Xiao Lizi, whispered and left.

When the patrol saw Lao Qi and the village chief, he was also happy: You are all here, great. The mayor and the director of the town have announced that there will be a meeting in the afternoon, take care of the meal, and hurry up!

The village elder Qi immediately went home to say goodbye and went.

Xiao Guizi and Xiao Lizi discussed in a low voice, and called Miao San over to discuss.

Then he began to fetch water and bathe Miao San.

Everyone watched curiously.

After washing for a long time, Liao Hua asked: What are you doing?

Xiao Guizi: Miao San is not a black cat, he has to wash out his true colors! Otherwise, he is so black, too common, and there is no royal style!

The parrot had tears in her eyes: It can't be compared to before, it's crippled! What a disappointment to the grace of God! Wash hard, wash off the skin, and wash it out a bright color.

Da Hei is dissatisfied: Well, if you want to be pretty, you need to be soapy. Do you understand soap? That's black!

Erhei and Xiaohei snorted!

Hu Yao came out: Black boss! That's not right, right? You can't be black, just reject other colors, look at me, how good are four colors, it's enough to draw a map.

Get out of the way!

Liao Hua asked Taijiu: Do you want to think of a way? Miao San's skin is about to be washed off!

Taijiu asked: Stop, what color are you going to wash?

Xiao Guizi: It's best to be orange, bright yellow is not good, in the palace it is not for the minions to wear.

Taijiu asked: Is there such a cat?

Yes, nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and one is particularly fat!

Taijiu took a look: Well, Miao San is the one who is particularly fat. Liao Hua, you do this!

Liao Hua was highly skeptical: Is it possible? You won't borrow my hand to retaliate against Miao San!

Taijiu was furious: Believe it or not!

Directly into Liao Hua's pocket, went to sleep.

Hu Yao: I think it's okay! You can do it, if it doesn't work, ask Miao San to rectify him.

The four dogs snorted in unison, in approval.

Liao Hua touched his chin: Miao San?

Miao San meowed, very pitiful.

Xiao Guizi: Let's do it! When the palace teaches the rules, this is the routine! Miao San is a make-up class, not a grievance!

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