Zhao Daxi actually wanted to speak well, but he couldn't stand his voice too thick, and when he spoke, his voice was so loud, even if he wanted to, he couldn't control it.

Standing in the middle of the road, he was quite in a bit of Zhang Fei's posture, and shouted: "Fill in!" ”

This roar was so powerful that even the big poplar trees on the side of the road shook a few times. A few frightened young people turned their heads and ran, and after a short while, they ran back with shovels and hoes, and started to fill the pit without saying a word. Zhao Daxi was in a better mood just a little better, thinking about himself not to be idle, he picked up a shovel to know how strong he was, no wonder he said nothing in the village, the young people in the village were so afraid of him.

The big shovel seemed to have no weight in his hand, and a shovel went down and plunged deep into the mud, and even the weight of the stone and the soil was still out with a stroke of his hand. Feeling the inexhaustible strength of his arms, Zhao Daxi will be ecstatic, at least he is not afraid of being bullied in this life. With this big thick arm and big waist, Lu Zhishen was like this in ancient times.

I think it's his frail and sick life in his previous life, God opened his eyes and gave compensation in this life, at this time the mood is better, the previous life was not good to live and stumbled, this life must always live well, otherwise how to get up this body.

Among the few young men next to him, someone whispered: "Uncle, what are we going to eat after the toll station is canceled?" ”

Zhao Daxi squinted at him and grinned: "Farmers are farming, do you want to drink the northwest wind?" ”

A few juniors looked at each other a few times and didn't speak, everyone knows that the village chief has a bad temper, and a few more wordy words with a big fist should be smashed over. The big potholes on the national highway were filled with a body of stinky sweat, Zhao Daxi felt a little more comfortable, although this section of the national highway in Zhaojia Village is still full of potholes, after a few days, carefully renovate and open a few small hotels and small restaurants or something, Zhaojia Village is still promising.

Only then did I feel that I was a little hungry, hungry and a little flustered, so I rushed into the only small restaurant on the side of the road, grabbed a flatbread and steamed bun with something to eat, and stuffed it into my mouth with green onion leaves. After eating a flatbread and a big steamed bun, my hands finally stopped shaking and my stomach was still hungry. I was about to call the waiter over, a large bowl of noodles, two big white steamed buns had been stuffed in front of me, I was hungry and couldn't take care of too much, I snorted and ate in one go, and finally ate eight points full, and I was shocked by myself, this amount of food is too exaggerated.

It is customary to pay for it: "Waiter, check out." ”

The waiter who was knocking melon seeds was startled, and looked at him suspiciously: "Uncle, aren't you evil today, and let the toll booth be removed and you have to settle the bill...... Uncle, the restaurants are all opened in the village, who are the accounts for? ”

Zhao Daxi scolded himself for being ridiculous in his heart, so he quickly got up and ran after a few words, and when he returned to his house, he just sat down and felt sleepy again, and slept until three o'clock in the afternoon before getting up. finally knew why Zhang Fei slept with his eyes open in ancient times, and was killed while he was sleeping. A person of his physique eats and sleeps a lot, and because of this, his strength is infinite, and when he is idle, ten or eight young people don't want to get close, and his big thick arms are all thrown away.

I just moved a chair and basked in the sun in my yard, and I saw Zhao Lihua from a distance through the low courtyard wall, twisting my butt and walking this way, followed by a few old Taoists holding magic weapons in their hands. When he tried to stand up and speak, the little widow had already pushed him back into the chair, and I really didn't know where she had so much strength.

Widow Zhao's face was full of worry, and she turned around and talked to a few old Taoists: "Let's see, is it evil?" ”

A few veterans looked at Zhao Daxi's big black face, and nodded matter-of-factly: "Yintang Hei is evil, senior brothers copy the magic weapon!" ”

Zhao Daxi simply accepted his fate at this time, and tossed it casually, anyway, he didn't want to move while basking in the sun, and several old Taoists jumped in front of him, chanting words in his mouth. Zhao Daxi only thought that he was watching a monkey, and he was drowsy from the sun, and was suddenly woken up by a basin of cold water. At this time, it was just past winter and almost spring, and Zhao Daxi was shivering violently by the cold water.

Jumped up from the chair, his eyes as big as a bell: "What the hell!" ”

A few veterans put down the basin and finished playing: "Okay, it's back." ”

Zhao Daxi wiped a handful of cold water on his face, and scolded in his heart for letting go of your mother's fart, normal people can't stand being poured a basin of cold water like this. Fortunately, he is a cultivated person, and he only scolds in his heart, but his mouth will not become dirty. Zhao Lihua was already very satisfied, reached out and took the money from the pocket of her jacket, and beat a few veterans away.

The little widow was very enthusiastic about him, and stretched out five fingers to dangle it: "Daxi, do you know what it is?" ”

Zhao Daxi looked left and right at no one, his heart was hot and impulsive, and he slapped her buttocks hard, and the little widow was suddenly slapped by him, and her face showed a relieved expression. Immediately, the peach blossom on her face was obviously slapped, and her spring heart was hooked again. Zhao Daxi just tasted the sweetness of a woman from her, no matter if she was beautiful or not, she took off her soaked blouse and picked up the crook of her legs, and walked into the house in a few big strides to the bed.

Zhao Lihua was already eating and laughing, Zhao Daxi's heart was pounding uncontrollably, and he turned his hand back to close the door and bully him, and then he was sorry for himself to be polite to her. After a long time, Zhao Lihua woke up from the fainting state for a long time, and reached out with satisfaction to squeeze his thick waist. Zhao Daxi only felt refreshed, and really wanted to laugh three times to thank Lord Yama, it was so refreshing to be a man, especially to be such a fierce man, it was really worth living in this life.

The news of the evil spirit of the village chief spread quickly, and it also saved Zhao Daxi from the trouble of explaining, and he walked around the village in the past few days, familiarizing himself with the situation and making plans for the future.

This night, Zhao Daxi's huge body rubbed against Lihua for a long time, and it was difficult for the little widow to be pressed by him like this, and he hummed a few times to express his satisfaction. In half a month, Zhao Daxi successfully found the dignity of a man in her, and even a charming woman like Zhao Lihua couldn't resist it in bed.

When Zhao Daxi got off her, she barely opened her eyes and snorted weakly: "Daxi, I have something very important to tell you." ”

Zhao Daxi was taken aback: "You have it?" ”

Pear Blossom giggled and pinched him hard: "I'm scared to death of you, but unfortunately not, I'm going to remarry to Majia Village." ”

Zhao Daxi suddenly had a sense of relief, he and this woman have been turning clouds and rain every night for half a month, although he is a little reluctant to fall, he and this woman are destined to be a pair of dewy mandarin ducks, no matter what, I am still very grateful to her and taught him everything that a man should do. Zhao Lihua got out of bed without saying a word, and when she left, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

The woman who is about to remarry also spoke sincerely: "Daxi, if you are still a man, you can mix up some people, and it will not be in vain for me to have a good time with you." ”

Zhao Daxi sent her out of the door, and suddenly his nose was sore, and he pulled her back and took pity on her for a while before letting her go. I was a little unaccustomed to the absence of someone next to the pillow, but I thought of my bright future and became open-minded, and I fell asleep contentedly, and the snoring sound was like thunder through the courtyard wall to the street.

Zhao Lihua's remarriage, Zhao Daxi was happy, hiding at home and flipping through the books, reading some newspapers and magazines 24 history, Mao Xuan Deng Xuan vegetable greenhouse planting technology, messy books in a room, he had already thought about doing a big job in Zhaojia Village. He had nothing to do to study the current situation, he was used to reading books alone in his previous life, and it would be good to take the opportunity to make up for the policies around 97 years. The size is also a rural cadre, and he must have a little level.

Research to study is one word, poor.

Zhaojia Village has no more than 100 acres of cultivated land, and most of the village's middle-aged laborers, regardless of gender, work in other places, and when I asked the village accountant, I learned that the village committee's poverty alleviation funds last year had already been spent, and that over the years there were still more than 200,000 foreign debts. Nowadays, there are only some lazy people in the village who have a good leisure, and they often steal the chickens of Majia Village and lead the dogs of Liujiamiao.

Zhao Daxi was not willing to be easily suppressed, although he said nothing in the village, he did not want to be angry. He was easy-going and comforted himself in his heart, take your time, and the top priority was to find a way to make some money first. At this time, I knew what it meant that a penny was difficult to defeat a hero, and seeing that the rice jar in the small restaurant at the entrance of the village was empty day by day, the heart of the literary young man was a little anxious.

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