Chapter Twenty-Three: A Mess of Porridge
Mrs. Zhang's body trembled, looking at the boss who was being framed and glaring, "What are you doing!" What are you guys doing! ”
"Do what?" The jailer snorted coldly, "Le Ji is in business, what do you say we are doing?" ”
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"Are you all fucking crazy!" Mrs. Zhang struggled and shouted desperately, "That fucking eye of your mother saw that the old lady was a musician [Note 1]? The old lady is a citizen, and the old lady has already entered the civil nationality! ”
Sprinkling and rolling has always been what crazy women are good at, biting their teeth, hitting their heads, kicking their feet, twisting their chests, and not pulling any of the eighteen martial arts.
The crazy lady Zhang scolded and scolded endlessly, "You dog officials, a group of beasts!" Don't think that the old lady doesn't know what you're helping! When you don't mention your pants at night, why don't you say that the old lady is happy! ”
Mrs. Zhang shouted loudly, and the surrounding passers-by stopped to watch, chuckling and looking at the excitement.
The officials were embarrassed and indignant, and the leader shouted, "I haven't eaten!" Not a single crazy can be taken away! ”
Passers-by burst into laughter, and one of them raised their voices and mocked, "I'm too tired at night, and I haven't eaten enough." ”
The crowd erupted in laughter again, attracting more people to look sideways.
"Fuck." The official pinched the whip in his hand tightly, and viciously smacked Mrs. Zhang.
A man's strength is always great, not to mention that two people are still carrying it together. No matter how spicy Mrs. Zhang is, she can't resist the hard dragging.
Looking at the back of Mrs. Zhang, who was dragged into the mansion, the passers-by let out a burst of boos, and the enjoyment dispersed one after another.
Shopkeeper Lin, who was squeezed around, finally came back to his senses, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the corner of his forehead, and felt panicked.
What the hell was just now?
He shuddered, shrunk and trotted home.
The house was unusual, filled with the screams and scolding of women, and it felt harsh outside.
Ji Qi hid outside the door and saluted him with embarrassment, "Shopkeeper Lin, your concubine's room is making a lot of trouble inside, and I can't heal it inside." ”
I didn't let you cure it.
Shopkeeper Lin glared at her angrily, and didn't mention what had just happened, and hurriedly returned the salute and swept over.
The room was very noisy, Shopkeeper Lin rubbed his head, pushed open the door and shouted: "What's the noise, Lao Tzu is not dead." ”
The room fell silent for a moment, and everyone stared at each other, and the next moment the room was filled with crying and scolding.
"You dead thing with no conscience, you said that you would help me be a flat wife, why did I only go for a few days, and you were fascinated by that fox and couldn't find the north, right?" The little concubine with her stomach Lihua beat his chest with rain, "You say! Don't you want this son anymore? You say! You say! ”
She said as she beat her stomach excitedly, "I'm not alive anymore, I want to be on an equal footing with a biao, I can't afford to lose this person!" ”
"What a mess." Shopkeeper Lin grabbed her hands, blew his beard angrily and glared, "You don't fucking take care of the baby in your hometown, what are you doing here!" ”
"Do what you do." The concubine pulled out her hand, slapped the shopkeeper Lin and cried, "You are still pretending to be stupid in the family letter you wrote yourself, you dead thing with no conscience, you are just bullying me to be a concubine, you were deceived by that fox thing, are you sick?" ”
Shopkeeper Lin was suddenly hurt by the noise, and roared angrily: "What kind of dog skin is upside down, Lao Tzu has been very unlucky in the past two days, how can I have time to write you a letter to my family, a thief crooked thing." ”
He glanced at Mrs. Lin who was sitting on the side weeping and sobbing, and quickly walked over and pulled her up, "Cry, cry, cry, you know crying, hurry up and boil a basin of water for Lao Tzu to remove the mildew, this prison in Tianfu is really fucking yin." ”
"You have no conscience!" Mrs. Lin pushed him away, "You have to be unlucky, you have to be unlucky, don't think about dragging me into the water, dragging Yi'er into the water." I can't live this day, I want to leave, I want to leave! ”
Shopkeeper Lin was slapped on the head, and left? Did he hear it wrong? "You're guts fat now, aren't you? Do you dare to mention and leave? How dare you mention and leave? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu divorced you! ”
The concubine who was hiding on the side hurriedly added fuel and vinegar and said, "What's polite?" It's all seven out, and if you don't give her some color, you don't know who she is? ”
Mrs. Lin's red eyes sneered, her son was still sick, he, a father, didn't come back overnight, and a concubine room climbed on his head, is it his own fault? Who's used to it? Who's giving justice to this?!
She screamed like crazy with red eyes, and pounced on the concubine who was hiding behind Shopkeeper Lin.
The concubine screamed and held her stomach and stepped back repeatedly, "What are you going to do?" Kill! Come on! ”
The door creaked open, but no one cared who came in.
"You bitch!" Shopkeeper Lin pushed Mrs. Lin away, and glared at the person lying on the ground viciously, "My son has three long and two short, can you afford it?" ”
Your son? Your son is lying in bed!
Mrs. Lin's tears couldn't stop flowing, in the past two days, Miss Dongjia put ointment on Yi'er, the abscesses on his body scabbed and began to fall off, and the blood was not too vomiting, I thought everything was getting better, but Yi'er woke up and slept for a while.
Miss Dong said that the insect poison has not been cleared, and it will be good to apply a few more needles.
Isn't it going to work? Miss Dongjia is not a doctor after all, she thought, is her Yi'er unable to be saved?
Mrs. Lin was sad in her heart and struggled to get up.
"Mother......" The person on the bed called softly, "Mother, don't be afraid. ”
There were hot tears in the corners of Lin Yi's eyes, and he looked at the couple of men and women in front of him, full of resentment.
He slowly moved off the bed, and the heavy smell of medicine on his body accompanied by the sour smell of abscesses permeated the room.
His small body trembled and moved towards the shopkeeper Lin and the concubine, and pointed at the concubine viciously.
It's this woman, it's this woman who bullies her mother!
The concubine was frightened just now, and then looked at Lin Yi, who was covered with pus scars, and retched back with a pale face.
"You...... What the hell are you! She waved her hand desperately in fear, only to feel a burst of colic in her stomach, "Get out!" Get out of here! ”
Shopkeeper Lin also frowned deeply, but he didn't like the words of the concubine.
He can scold his son, but it doesn't mean that others can speak casually.
"Yi'er, Yi'er, don't ...... She doesn't deserve ......" Mrs. Lin cried and rushed over to hug Lin Yi, and the mother and son hugged each other and cried.
The concubine came back to her senses a little, and rushed to the mother and son in a rage, and slapped her head and face like crazy.
The room was once again in a mess, and Shopkeeper Lin couldn't help but pull the concubine's hand and throw it back, "Fuck stop!" ”
The little concubine took a few steps back, and sat down on the ground, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she covered her stomach with both hands, "Son...... Son ......"
Note 1: Fourteen years ago, Hongwu household registration was divided into four types, namely military registration, civilian registration, craftsman registration and music registration, Hongwu fourteen years later changed to the Lijia system, this is too complicated, Xiaobai chose a basic paragraph that does not burn the brain~~