In the center of the group, there are two people pointing at each other's noses and scolding, their voices are blurred, but look at the red faces of the two of them, they are obviously really angry, one of them, the figure is a little fat, but it is Yang Zhenzhong, I saw that his eyes were wide open, his voice was like thunder, where was there a trace of humility and honesty, seeing this situation, Chu Zhen felt that he seemed to have been fooled last time, and he thought about it, he could deceive people with fake drunkenness, and he couldn't talk about honesty and kindness, and he could be the head of a village, if he didn't have some adaptability, How could he get Pan's approval and become the steward of the workshop. Full // this // small // say // net

"You pickled goods, you will come to our village less often in the future, and I feel upset when I see your skinny appearance." Standing up with a semi-round little belly, Yang Zhenzhong scolded, and his tone could be regarded as scathing.

In fact, the village chief of Mao Village is not as thin as Yang Zhenzhong said, with a medium stature, dark complexion, and a little robust, such an image seems to be more in line with the identity of the village chief than Yang Zhenzhong.

Of course, the two stood together, the head of Maocun Village did lose weight, and was scolded by someone pointing at his nose, how could he not refute it, and he was not polite at the moment, and replied without hesitation: "Look at your white and chubby appearance, it is similar to our family's white, but I feel very kind." ”

The name of the pig raised by the head of Mao Village is called Dabai, which is something that the people of the two villages are aware of, and when he heard the words, he suddenly burst into laughter, and now Yang Zhenzhong was so angry that he was so polite just now, he didn't expect him to compare himself with livestock, it was tolerable, which was unbearable, and immediately took two steps forward, taking advantage of his stature, with a condescending attitude, he opened his mouth and scolded, foaming at the mouth.

Although he was splashed with spit on the east star, at this time, whoever retreated first and didn't care if he won or lost, he was definitely a dwarf in terms of momentum, as long as people with quarrel experience understood this truth, so the head of Mao Village refused to back down at all, but instead greeted him, held his head high, and resisted the urge to wipe his face with his hands with the spirit of fearlessness, self-sacrifice, and unyielding, and resolutely scolded him.

Seeing that the two of them had quarreled to the point of white-hot realm, the villagers still did not go up to stop the fight, but showed a more pleasant expression, which was not a manifestation of schadenfreude, but a kind smile, as if seeing their two children playing funny, as a parent, it is not easy to help anyone, when they are free, they will stop and watch for a while, and get the long-lost childlike fun.

At this time, Chu Zhi ~ Er has already come over Xu has only seen once, the reason why he is not impressed, the villagers of Yang Village just feel that Chu Zhi looks a little familiar, and they did not recognize him, as for Chu'er, the daughter's family is inconvenient to go out, and she has long changed into men's clothes, handsome and beautiful, and I don't know how many girls are attracted along the way, especially when passing through the pavilion of the high courtyard, some objects will always fall from the sky.

After a qualitative reminder, Chu'er also knew that it was a little inappropriate for him to rush forward to admit his relatives, his beautiful eyes followed the villagers, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his tender white hands slightly, and shouted softly: "Little Liu, come here." ”

Yang Xiaoliu, who was playing with a few children, heard someone call him confused, and suddenly saw Chu Zhen and Chu'er not far away, and frowned, and immediately reacted and left his partner, and hurriedly ran over, about to pounce into Chu'er's arms, but he didn't notice the figure shaking.

"Second sister of junior high school. When will you come back. Yang Xiaoliuxi said. The little head grinded. Suddenly something didn't feel right. How is it that there is no such fragrance and comfort as before? Confused, he let go of his hand. He leaned back a little and looked up. What caught my eye was Chu Qian's sunny smile.

Seven-year-olds do not sit at the same table. The little hairy child is also a male land again. What kind of system is it to hug and hug a woman in broad daylight. As a disciple of Confucius and Mencius, a disciple of Confucianism. I felt the need to stop this kind of unshakable thing.

"Who are you? Do I know you. Yang Xiaoliu said confusedly. Take two steps back. Ready to pounce into Hatsuer's arms again.

"It's only been a long time since we parted. Xiaoliu forgot about me.

Chu Zhen chuckled. also quietly stepped forward. blocked Yang Xiaoliu's way. He also grabbed his small arm very kindly. No matter how hard Yang Xiaoliu struggled, he didn't let go.

"Little Six. Stop it. This is Gongzi Chu. Came to our house and lived. Chu'er pursed her lips and chuckled. A pair of big black and white eyes bent into a half moon. Flashing light.

"Come to remember, it's the one who took my sister away last time." Yang Xiaoliu said suddenly, but his arm was still struggling, trying to break free from Chu Zhi's pull, but in the end he still didn't succeed.

The villagers had already noticed the movement here, and when they saw Yang Xiaoliu's struggle, their eyes froze, and there were a few anxious villagers who walked towards this side with a move, seeing this situation, Chu Zhen naturally understood what he should do, easily opened Xiaoliu's arm, and said with a smile: "Little Liu, go and tell Uncle Eleven about our return." ”

Glancing at Chu Zhen as if he did, Yang Xiaoliu pursed his lips, pretended to be his arm, and muttered, "Uncle Eleven is busy now, but he doesn't have time to pay attention to you." ”

"Liu'er, let's go quickly." Chu'er smiled, stroked Yang Xiaoliu's little head, and said softly, "My sister came back from the city with a gift." ”

Hearing that there was a gift, Yang Xiaoliu immediately cheered, ran to Yang Zhenzhong, and shouted: "Uncle Eleven, don't argue, someone is looking for you, go back quickly." ”

Hearing Yang Xiaoliu's call, a hint of appreciation flashed in Chu Zhen's eyes, this Xiaoliu was smarter and smarter than he imagined, and he didn't leak the news of Chu'er's return in front of others.

"Little Liu, don't make trouble, go over there to play." Feeling that someone was pulling the corners of his clothes, Yang Zhenzhong lowered his head and said, "I have to teach this guy a lesson today." ”

Taking this opportunity, Village Chief Mao retreated slightly, and said unconvinced: "I don't know who taught whom."

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"It was the last time I came to stay at our house to find you." Yang Xiaoliu said in a clear voice: "If you don't go back, forget it, let me bring people to the house." ”

"Who lived in my house last time, Lao Tzu didn't ...... now." Yang Zhenzhong turned his head to look and saw Chu Zhen's gentle and polite smile, and immediately swallowed back the foul words, and was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and hurriedly threw a sentence at the head of Mao Village: "I have something to do today, I am too lazy to quarrel with you, you can do whatever you like." ”

"Hmph, borrow, I must have felt that I was at a loss, and I knew that I was going to lose, so I ran away." The village chief of Mao Village shouted, but there was no smug look on his face, but his eyes were revealed, and he quietly paid attention to the situation over there.

"Chuzi came to Yang Village, we missed the distance, please forgive me, forgive me." Yang Zhenzhong said with a smile, only a few steps away, the angry expression just now had disappeared, replaced by a simple and honest smile, which made Chu Zhen marvel in his heart, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really didn't know that the other party had such ability.

seemed to be aware of the gaze of the village chief of Mao Village, and without waiting for Chu's words, Yang Zhenzhong hurriedly said: "This place is messy, it is not a place to talk, please follow me to the cold house for a while." ”

"Village Chief Yang, please." Chu Zhen said politely, considering Yang Zhenzhong's feelings, if he rashly called his uncle, he might not be able to accept it, at least there must be a transition, take your time, don't worry.

Under Yang Zhenzhong's friendly invitation, Chu Zhen happily moved forward, and Chu'er seemed to be afraid that others would recognize him, so he was always silent, his head drooped slightly, and he followed Chu Zhen step by step when he walked, which made Yang Xiaoliu, who had the heart to talk to her, feel very bored, and his lips pursed.

Seeing that the village chief was gone, the villagers of Yang Village also dispersed with a smile when they saw that there was no excitement to see, and the villagers of Mao Village also opened their mouths and said: "Village chief, people are gone, let's go back." ”

The village chief of Mao Village didn't seem to hear this, continued to think about it, and suddenly slapped his leg and shouted: "What kind of person was that just now, who actually allowed the bastard surnamed Yang to leave when the quarrel prevailed, and he was so polite, there must be something wrong with it." ”

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before, I should be a foreigner." Someone said, "Maybe it's the first time I've come, it's normal that we don't know each other." ”

"No, didn't you listen to the Yang family's Xiaoliu just now, that person lived in Village Chief Yang's house last time, how could it be the first time to come."

"Look, it should be the son and brother in the city, and I don't know what to do with Village Chief Yang."

"What can there be, it's nothing more than to come here to ask for Mobei as before."

The so-called secrecy of the ink-making workshop, but relatively speaking, for some people, this is not a secret at all, when there is no ink for sale in Panlou, occasionally they will come to the door to ask for it, and the villagers are not surprised, but this time it is more special, it is actually the son and brother who come to ask for ink, not the housekeeper of the yard.

Since it is to ask for ink, the benefits must be indispensable, everyone envies Yang Village for such a good thing, and there is no other thought, after all, they belong to the same neighboring villages, and they have been supporting each other for more than 100 years.

"It's certainly not that simple." The head of Mao Village also felt reasonable, but he always felt that something was wrong, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and it was not the bastard's turn to take the idea of asking for ink, and it was Master Pan in the workshop who could really decide, and just now he actually took people directly to the house, and there must be something greasy among them.

"Let's guess what to do, wouldn't it be clear if we asked Yang Village directly."

Someone proposed, immediately mentioned the approval of everyone, and the head of Mao Village naturally had no opinion, and sent a clever guy to inquire at random, and soon the guy hurried back and brought back a message that made the head of Mao Village feel refreshed.

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