Chapter 142: Son

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Idle flowers look down on Yuhua. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info Xianhua didn't understand why his daughter would fall in love with the poor man Sasa, and did it with him in that dilapidated house. She barely wanted to live. She wouldn't let her daughter have anything to do with a poor man like Sazah. How shameful and humiliating it would be if this was to be heard and heard. She couldn't afford to lose this man. However, now, I am afraid that I have to lose this person.

"What are you looking at here, don't go back to cooking!" Xianhua yelled loudly at Yuhua.

Yuhua left without saying a word, and walked along the small country dirt road, and after a while, she walked into her dilapidated house.

The days went by day by day.

Liu gave birth to a son. Hearing the news, Mao Da was quite happy in his heart, and couldn't help jumping up, hugging a worker next to him and kissing him incessantly. He had wanted a son for a long time, lest others say that he had cut off his children and grandchildren. Yes, he has a daughter, Peach Blossom, but, in his opinion, a daughter cannot be passed on to the next generation, only a son. Now, having a son, he was so happy that he stood in front of his factory and laughed all day. When people saw him, they thought he was crazy, or that he had fallen into some evil, and they kept burning paper in front of their homes.

On the day that Liu gave birth to his son, for some reason, Ah Jin also walked into Liu's house, sent some gifts, and placed them on a cabinet in Liu's house, and walked out in a panic, as if he was afraid that Mao Da would see it. When Liu saw Ah Jin, he couldn't help but hold his hand and wanted to say something to him, but it was inconvenient to do so in front of everyone, so he had to pretend that he didn't know what to do.

Ah Jin gave the gift, and sat in his rather narrow room, looking at the small river in front of the door, looking at the big sailboat in the small river, and sighed incessantly. With Mao Da here, then, he and the Liu family will never have a bright day, thinking of this, I can't help but sigh for a long time.

"Forget it." He sat in his dilapidated room and whispered to himself.

"No!" Out of nowhere, a different voice came again.

At night, a dark shadow quietly slipped to the side of the hairy sailboat, took off his pants, and swam to the side of the sailboat, despite the bitter cold. After staying there for a long time, the dark shadow quickly left when he saw that the sky was gradually getting brighter.

The next day, when Mao Da walked to his sailboat, he found that there was nothing, only a piece of rags scattered on the water. I can't help but feel quite sad that I don't know which damn one stole his own ship. However, at this time, he was no longer so depressed, there were no ships, and there were factories, no big deal.

At this moment, for some reason, the bow of the ship actually floated from under the water, and at the same time a coffin floated. Seeing the coffin, Mao Da was still quite uncomfortable, I don't know who was so lacking in virtue that he dared to get the coffin on his own ship.

Mao Da hurriedly walked to his factory and called many people to come, and they all came to the shipwreck, trying to find the murderer who sank his ship. He didn't want to report the case, for fear that the villagers would laugh at him and say that he had no ability, so he would only report the case. At this time, if the person who sank his own ship is caught. Then, if you beat the man again, then people will be impressed with him.

In Stone Village, if something happens, no one is allowed to report it, saying that if you do that, you will not die well, and it will be worse than the worst bad thing. Therefore, Mao Da did not plan to report the case, but investigated through his own strength. At this time, a person kept crying loudly and came over, walked to Mao Da's side, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, and slapped Mao Da to the ground.

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