Mrs. Yang is not frightened, as soon as she heard this group of small beggers shouting like this, she knew that they were trying to make trouble

Want to blackmail her? Next life.

Not only does Yang Matchmaker think so, but even Chunxin thinks so, this old woman has never seen any battles, can she be bluffed by Youshou and them? If there is a fuss, Youshou and the others will not have good fruit to eat.

Mrs. Yang sneered, squinted at the little Hanako who was lying motionless on the ground, snorted and said, "Can't you get up, can you?" My mother will show you what it means to come back to life! ”

As she spoke, she raised her foot and stepped on Youshou's hand, not believing that this kid could still bear it.

"The dead old woman still wants to commit murder, why are you stupid?" Hong Ya screamed and bumped into Yang Matchmaker, and this little body was stunned and knocked Yang Matchmaker into a stumbling position.

In the summer of the year, several of them also began to retreat in a similar way, running and jumping......

"Hey, hey, you little bastards! I can't spare you, old lady. Mrs. Yang didn't step on this foot, but was knocked into a lot of meat, and stumbled in place for several laps before she could barely stand firm, and her old face was so angry that her face was red.

"Phew, we're little bastards? If you call yourself our mother, then you are an old king! Hong Ya was sharp and sharp-mouthed, and while commanding Nian Xia Gong and another younger brother to protect Youshou, she aimed at Yang Matchmaker and scolded, shouting out all the gossip about Yang Matchmaker, what loves to take other people's things, what people say that the matchmaker turns his head and says bad things about the bride, what curses her every day The man dies early and takes care of his life. What is it to bridge the gap between cheating men and women...... There is a lot of talk about whether there is a shadow or not. It's a joy for those who watch the excitement.

"It's the other way around. It's the other way around! Mrs. Yang was so angry that she trembled, how long has it been since she was so pointed at and scolded? Not to mention that she scolded her for being a dead girl who asked for food, if she didn't give this girl a little color, how would she mix it up in the future.

Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth, looked around with her two eyes, and then ran to the vegetable vendor next to her, reaching out to grab someone's weighing rod.

This is a guy who eats at someone's house, how could she be allowed to take it. The peddler hugged his scale pole tightly and shook his head: "I still have to use this, you find something else." ”

"Phew, a broken scale rod will break today!" Mrs. Yang took a sip, looked left and right, and finally found the weapon she had in hand - a feather duster.

Next to the vegetable stall is a grocery stall selling feather dusters, rolling pins, dishes, cups and plates, and the hawker didn't have time to stop it, so he was grabbed by Yang Matchmaker, and a few innocent chicken feathers fell to the ground and looked at everyone aggrievedly.

"If I don't give you some color today, I won't be surnamed Yang!" A few swings of the feather duster. Mrs. Yang smiled and walked towards Hongya and them.

Chunxin was a little nervous, and there were many people watching the excitement nearby. There are few who plan to meddle in their affairs, and besides, Hongya and a few of them went to find fault first, and they were already at a loss.

However, compared to Chunxin's nervousness, Hongya and the others were very relaxed, and when they saw Yang Matchmaker rushing up, Hongya first rushed into her arms and threw it to Yang Matchmaker.

So, stones, rotten eggs, and cabbage helped to dance together.

Mrs. Yang is not an ordinary hand, and when she saw the hidden weapon coming, she immediately picked up the feather duster in her hand and began to block.

In this way, the people who watched the excitement were very happy, and all the dark weapons thrown out by Yang Matchmaker were happily rushed towards them, striving to hit the target once.

It's a pity that Yang Matchmaker's kung fu can't get home, Rao tried so hard to block, but she still got hit.

A piece of cabbage hung on her bun very unswervingly.

Half of the eggshell was lying on her shoulder very comfortably.

There were a few red dots on the door of the head, which were hit by stones.

"It's so dangerous...... Chunxin patted his heart, he didn't expect Hongya and them to have a back-up move, but I don't know what they plan to do next.

Mrs. Yang was panting, her chest was rising and falling violently, she had never been so embarrassed in her life, she just felt that she was about to be mad!

"Ready...... Walk! ”

With Hongya's order, Nian Xia Gong brought a little ghost, and the two ran away like rabbits.

However, are you two fleeing in the wrong direction, why did you rush to Mrs. Yang?

"Just in time!" Mrs. Yang stared at the two little ghosts who rushed over, the little rabbits still want to repeat their old tricks, don't dream! She raised the feather duster in her hand and knocked it over, and she must display the essence of the feather duster skills she learned from Liu's hands that day.

Hong Ya stared at Yang Matchmaker tightly, her eyes didn't turn for a moment, and when she saw that Yang Matchmaker was about to hit her little brother, she immediately took the other three to pounce on her, hugging her legs, hugging her arms, and wrapping herself tightly around Yang Matchmaker.

"Lady dissipates, biedong hand."

"Auntie, don't fight, we know it's wrong."

"Don't fight, don't fight, if you fight again, you'll be killed."

Although they said words begging for mercy in their mouths, the movements of their hands were diametrically opposite, and they all held back their strength and pinched Yang Matchmaker, but they were so big that Yang Matchmaker was so big, but she couldn't get rid of the group of kraft candy on her body.

Hongya, who was holding Yang Matchmaker's feet, and her little brother glanced at each other, and the little ghost slammed his fist on Yang Matchmaker's feet, and then quickly dodged to the side.

"Whew!" The sharp pain on the surface of her foot made Mrs. Yang open her throat and howl, and her whole old face was twitched together, more like a chrysanthemum than a chrysanthemum, and she couldn't help curling up that foot and reaching out to knead it.

At this moment, Hong Ya took advantage of her one-footed kung fu to push hard, and several other imps also bumped into her at the same time, and finally successfully pushed Yang Matchmaker to the ground, and the feather duster in her hand also fell to the ground.

Nian Xia Gong ran fast, grabbed the two feather dusters and handed them to the grocery seller, and smiled: "Uncle, put it away." ”

"Ah...... Good ......" The hawker who was fascinated by the play was stunned for a moment before reacting, and hurriedly collected the props he was forced to provide.

"You little bastards...... Oh, I can't spare you......" Mrs. Yang only felt that the bones in her body were about to fall apart, grinding her teeth and humming, "You'd better not fall into my hands!" ”

It's just that after Mrs. Yang fell to the ground, Hongya and the others had already gotten up from Mrs. Yang and slipped away, leaving only a Mrs. Yang lying on the ground.

"You're here to beat me, phew!" Hongya looked at Mrs. Yang condescendingly and proudly, her dirty little face was full of a winner's smile, "Give you a little bit of power, see if you dare to bully us in the future, even rob our beggars' money, do you want to be ashamed!" It was enough for her to wave her little hand and shout arrogantly, "Go!" ”

A group of younger brothers immediately followed Hongya and retreated, and even Youshou, who was pretending to be dead, secretly got up and retreated.

Tut-tut, this is the legendary domineering side leak. Chunxin couldn't help but sigh, she crossed the party in a dignified manner, and she was still a twenty-eight-year-old woman, even if the elder brother always said that she had a sixteen-year-old girl's heart in her stomach, it was bigger than Hongya, why was no one so powerful and domineering.

"Eh, what's that?" Suddenly, a sharp-eyed person saw a few blue turbans slipping out of the arms of Yang Matchmaker, who was moaning and getting up, probably when she was fighting with this group of little beggars, if he was not mistaken, it should be a man's headscarf.

There is nothing strange about having a man's headscarf, after all, Mrs. Yang has been married a long time ago, and the material is quite good.

But everyone who knows Yang Matchmaker knows that it is an iron rooster, and she is not even willing to use some good things for herself, and she eats some meat from others, or it is sent by the person who asked her to say that she is a matchmaker, how can she be willing to give her dead ghost man such a haode material, if you want to say that this headscarf is sprinkled with arsenic in order to kill her man, they believe it.

"And what's more, it's such a beautiful wrench!" Someone else found something new and pointed to a wrench at Mrs. Yang's feet and shouted.

And Mrs. Yang is really sharp-eyed, even if it is a small wrench at her feet, she can find it at a glance, and instantly judge that this thing is a good jade, valuable, absolutely valuable.

Since it is valuable, what falls at her feet, does she need to be polite? As soon as the big hand like a fan was scooped up, the wrench was picked up by Mrs. Yang and stuffed into her arms, and with a sweep, she picked up the headscarves again, and the horizontal and vertical things were ownerless things, and the things that didn't have owners were her things-she was dizzy and didn't realize that the headscarf fell out of her body.

By the time she stood up straight, Hongya and the others had already slipped away without a trace.

"The sky thunders and splits the rabbit cubs who are not raised by their mothers, and sooner or later they will kill you one by one!" Scolding fiercely, Mrs. Yang began to slap the dust on her body.

But it doesn't matter if this shot comes out, another pair of shoes fell out of her, or haode material, or men's shoes.

Now Mrs. Yang finally felt that something was wrong, she didn't take this thing out, how could it fall out of her? She patted her body again, and with a click, a sterling silver hairpin with the character Wufu Shou fell from her sleeve to the ground.

Mrs. Yang's eyes lit up, no matter how she got it, pick it up first!

But just as she bent down to pick up something, someone finally realized that something was wrong, and opened her voice and screamed, "Where did you get that hairpin?!" ”

Whew, I'm scared to death! Chunxin was so shouted by that voice that her eardrum was almost perforated, not for anything else, because the person who shouted that voice was in front of her, and then looked at the tiger standing behind her, and sure enough, the tiger was also entangled.

The person who shouted that voice was the proprietress of Buzhuang, and at her age, she should be on par with Yang Matchmaker, but the two of them went to two extremes.

Mrs. Yang is tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, and the proprietress is round and fat, like a fish ball, if you hold a ruler, it is a sugar gourd.

At this moment, the proprietress of Buzhuang was rushing towards Yang Matchmaker with a running speed beyond her own limit, glaring at Yang Matchmaker viciously and asking, "Where did the hairpin come from?" (To be continued......)