"Uncle him, when are you coming over there?"

After dinner, a room full of people, except for a few young ones, were in no hurry to leave, and the old lady asked a question while smoking a homemade cigarette.

I saw the thin old man sitting in the middle of the hall, smoking a long smoking gun, took a sip of cigarette, and took a long time before slowly spitting out the smoke ring, and then pressed the tobacco in the smoke pot with a slender bamboo strip, and then slowly popped out two words, "It's almost ......"

The old lady was very anxious, "You give me a quasi-letter, my wife and I did this in the first year, and I didn't have a score in my heart." ”

The thin old man glanced at the old lady with his triangular eyes, "What are you yelling about!" ”

The old lady was instigated, but she was obviously very anxious, and she didn't dare to say more, so she quickly took a sip of the cigarette roll, and the bottom was seen in a few breaths.

The old lady didn't dare to offend this thin old man, speaking of which, this thin old man is not only the village head, but also the patriarch surnamed Inch, but also a real relative of his own family, when the old man did not die, he was his own third brother, after the death of his old man, his own orphans and widows were not less than his care, and now he has helped buy back a daughter-in-law, she has to be grateful to him!

However, this illegal thing, but it made her very irritable, in the past, when a lot of people in the village did this, she was afraid that she didn't dare to touch it, this time if she didn't spend all her old bottom, she couldn't go out to do this, she actually just wanted to get a sentence of comfort from the uncle, or rather, she just wanted to find a trustworthy person, talk more, so as to squeeze out the uneasy heart.

After the cigarette roll was smoking, seeing that the old goods in the house were still intoxicated, he simply turned around and touched the ancestral tablet for a while, and after a while, he also found a smoked gun that was blackened and a small ball wrapped in oiled paper.

The old lady first smacked the cigarette gun a few times, and then carefully filled the contents of the oil paper into the smoke pot, compacted it with bamboo slivers, and then lit it, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

Na Xiaomi, who was sitting in the side room, smelled a very special sweetness after a while, faintly accompanied by a little smell of urine, not very heavy, not unpleasant, but the taste was too special, and it was obvious that as soon as this smell came out, it immediately overshadowed the smell of smoke in the house.

"Smoke less, it's not a good thing!" The thin old man's voice sounded suddenly.

Smelling this smell, Na Xiaomi faintly noticed something different, and couldn't help leaning over lightly and listening intently.

After a long time, the old lady who seemed to have lost her soul muttered softly: "I know, I haven't done anything after smoking for a lifetime." ”

The thin old man snorted angrily, "It is estimated that it has only been these two days, don't get damp with that thing!" ”

"Remember." This time the old lady replied very happily.

"Lei Wazi doesn't have a cave yet?" The thin old man asked again.

Na Xiaomi, who was listening intently, suddenly jumped violently.

Speaking of which, from the day she woke up, the old lady locked her in a room with the fool Cun Lei at night, and on the first night, Na Xiaomi's heart was so frightened that she was afraid that Cun Lei's sex would be too big and destroy her little flower that had not yet grown.

However, fortunately, that Cun Lei is really a fool, he doesn't understand anything, he goes straight to the bed when he enters the house, and he snores in a few seconds, so Xiaomi is relieved, but he doesn't dare to relax too much, and he will be half-asleep on the small bench overnight.

The next day, the old lady saw that nothing had happened to the two of them, and she didn't give Na Xiaomi a good face for a day, and before going to bed at night, she called her stupid son to mutter, and then locked the two of them in a room.

At that time, Na Xiaomi's heart was pounding, even more so than on the first day, she was afraid that the fool would be taught something by the old lady, and when she opened her mind, she really confessed here.

However, after the fool forced her to press her to the edge of the bed with brute force, and snorted again in a few seconds, Na Xiaomi breathed a great sigh of relief, thinking to himself that the fool really couldn't open up in a day.

This night was another sleep, and the stench wafting around her from time to time reminded her that she couldn't be too relaxed.

Cun Lei, this fool, estimates that he will not take a bath once a year, that smell, smoked to death does not live long.

And when Na Xiaomi was thinking that she should be able to easily get through tonight, the thin old man's words were so frightened that she almost crashed into the wooden wall.

"Alas, it's so easy, Lei Wazi doesn't open his mind." The old lady said worriedly, and knocked the cigarette pouch pot vigorously in her hand a few times, extremely irritable.

The thin old man slowly took the last puff of the cigarette, staring at the cigarette bag and pot with squinted triangular eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking, the smoke was extinguished for a while, and then he knocked on the cigarette bag and pot and said slowly in a low voice: "Another day, you send ten catties of rice noodles and ten catties of bitter buckwheat to the two of Lao Gazi in the west of the village, and let them take a look at Lei Wazi on the side when they are doing errands, this kind of thing, no matter how stupid a man looks at it, he will be curious to imitate it, if it doesn't work again......"

The thin old man paused, "Pick a night, you old ladies will use your strength on the side, as long as you have one time, hum ......"

"Oh, I know, I know, it's still his uncle who pays the most attention, I'll send something over tomorrow, his family is poor, he must be happy." The old lady smiled like an old hen, giggling with chrysanthemums all over her face, the big stone that pressed on her heart was finally about to fall to the ground, and she was obviously happy, "This thing is over, even if I die, I am worthy of the ancestors of the Cun family, and then sell the elephant valley ......."

"The third one!!" The thin old man suddenly stopped drinking, and the words "save some money......" on the tip of the old lady's tongue were swallowed back into her stomach directly, and she glanced in the direction of the side uneasily.

The thin old man finished drinking, and snorted heavily, "The old woman who is dead, she is a lot older, and she can't hang a butt curtain on her mouth, what are you shouting and drinking, hum!" This is put in advance, or is it tightened first...... What's that...... Do your business, wait for everything to be sold, and then take care of your fool. ”

The words were heavy on the word fool, this is really angry, if it is usual, the thin old man will never call it in front of the old lady, this is to save face for his third brother's family, so he kept his mouth shut, but it was obvious that something important had touched his scales at this time, and he shouted at the fool to wake up the old lady.

The old lady also seemed to know what she shouldn't say, and she didn't dare to say anything, until she sent a bunch of old goods out and came back, and then she slammed a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, scolding in her mouth.

"The old immortal, screaming and calling an egg, doing those things that have lost his conscience all day long, and he will not die well in the future!"

With a bang, he kicked open the door of the side room, pushed his stupid son in, and glared hatefully at Na Xiaomi, who was sitting against the wall, and locked it with a click, and the hall began to clink and clean up.

The fool Cun Lei obviously has a bad memory, and he doesn't remember to pull Na Xiaomi to bed, so he just lay down by himself, and met Zhou Gong again in a few seconds.

Compared with the previous two days, this night was quite relaxed, but Na Xiaomi, who was sitting on the side, did not feel relaxed, his heart was beating uncontrollably, and his hands were clasped together, and he was faintly trembling.