In ancient times, people went to bed early because they had nothing to do at night. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, it was actually only half past eight in the evening, and Deng Jiuniang did not feel sleepy at all.

She didn't really fall asleep, just lay in bed in extreme boredom, and passed the long night indiscriminately.

At this time, I heard some behemoth rolling all the way on the roof, and then fell down with a clatter, so of course, I had to run out to see the situation as soon as possible.

Although it was the first time, by the time she walked out of the door with the lantern, several minutes had passed.

Women are women after all.

Jiu Niang first had to grope in the dark to find the fire twist. There are many sparks buried in this twist of fire, which are slowly burning like mosquito coils. With a move against the wind, it becomes an open flame that can ignite the candle on the table. After the candle was lit, the flame on the twist of the fire was blown out, and then the little candle had to be carefully packed into the lantern.

Then I had to close the scattered cloud temples, carefully put on the bandeau well, and then buckle a few stumbling under the ribs of the Song Dynasty Hanfu one by one......

Although in front of Wu Dalang, she can casually open the scenery on her chest, and she doesn't need to wear a bandeau. But now that it is clear that an outsider has broken in, it must not be easily seen by the wild man outside to the private place of the woman's house.

Although the women of the Great Song Dynasty are quite frivolous in their words, they are not as unrestrained and uninhibited as the Tang Dynasty.

However, this era has not yet come to the stage of "seeing the body of the slave family, and the slave family will be your person from now on". When the woman was seen by a man, she wrapped herself around the man and did not die. This set is a new fashion in the future created by Cheng Yi and Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty. At this moment, it is still in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the concept of the Great Song Dynasty sisters is not so conservative for the time being. However, the distance between the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty is not very far. The women of the Northern Song Dynasty were more or less wary of perverts, and they were no longer as confident as the Tang Dynasty women's papers, openly facing the whole society, and showing off their huge white breasts.

Therefore, if the costume drama of the Great Song Dynasty was not filmed wrongly, it should not have ended up as tragic as Wu Meiniang's tragic chest cut.

So it took a while for Zhen-Pan Jinlian (Deng Jiuniang) to tidy herself up. Lianbu moved lightly, playing a small red lantern with exquisite workmanship, and went out very gracefully, and saw a burly man lying horizontally on the floor in the backyard of his house.

The man was lying there, and for a moment he couldn't see whether his face was good or bad.

Just looking at this waist, this arm, and this thick and strong long legs, it has already vaguely made this woman's little heart feel a little twitchy.

(Hey!) Assistant director, give a soundtrack: the Han paper on the horse pole is majestic and majestic...... ）

(Ulan Tuya: Blame me!) ）

Wu Dalang squatted beside the man on the ground, lowered his head and muttered something to the man. Seeing Jiu Niang coming over with a red lantern, she raised her head and greeted with a smile: "Lady, come over quickly, I've seen your second uncle." ”

smiled at the man lying on the ground again: "Erlang, I haven't been home for a few years, and I haven't seen your sister-in-law yet, right?" ”

When the man who was called Erlang heard this, he struggled underground to get up and salute.

It's probably that the fall just now is really not light, but this so-called Wu Erlang doesn't have any extremely clever skills. After struggling underground, he couldn't get up.

Wu Dalang couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.

"Erlang, your kung fu seems to be a little insufficient! I kind of doubt you can beat that big worm. ”

"Which tiger? How does my brother want me to fight? "Wu Erlang should have just flashed his waist, and there were no internal injuries. Although he struggled to get up in the ground, he didn't stutter when he spoke.

As soon as he heard this, he knew that he hadn't beaten a certain big-old-tiger in Jingyanggang.

Kuai Fei's heart was a little lost.

In later generations, there was no man who did not love the Water Margin. The image of Wu Song, the hero of Jingyanggang fighting tigers, how wild and domineering it is! It's a pity that the Water Margin is just an exaggerated art processed by Mr. Shi Naixiang after all.

Looking at the situation in front of him, Wu Erlang not only had never beaten the old tiger, but with his skill of falling from the roof of the house, there was no suspense at all that a certain old tiger would effortlessly devour him alive.

"Don't get busy!" Although Kuai Fei was very disappointed in Wu Erlang, after all, he was still his own brother in this life, so he couldn't openly mock him with some ugly words, "Don't worry about any big worms, it's just a joke that my brother casually told me." I'm not in a hurry to give your sister-in-law any greeting gifts. Just lie down! Brother, I'll get you a dog skin plaster. ”

Kuai Fei got up and was about to go into the house to get the dog skin plaster that was used to treat bruises.

Jiu Niang happened to walk to the side at this time, lowered her head, and stared blankly at Wu Erlang underground for a while.

Suddenly, he pulled the corner of his skirt, squatted slightly, made a blessing, and said: "The slave's surname is Deng, and his nickname is Jiuniang, and I have seen the second uncle." ”

Wu Erlang lay on the ground, hurriedly raised his fist and replied, "Wu Dagui has seen his sister-in-law." ”

Kuai Fei, who was walking halfway down the road, suddenly heard this sentence and couldn't help but be shocked.

it! This original version of Wu Erlang is really far from the Water Margin! Even the name is not Wu Song, it is called "Dagui".

In fact, Wu Dalang had this memory in his heart for a long time, but Kuai Fei didn't have time to check them one by one for a while. Wu Dalang's own name is not satisfactory: Wu Dafu!

Rich! This really can't be said to be a scumbag name. If the restaurant is developed in the future, it will be barely acceptable to take a name such as a wealthy restaurant or a wealthy group.

The elder brother is called Dafu, and the younger brother is called Dagui, which is very sour.

In short, we Fei Ge felt quite ashamed at the moment, almost ashamed. I couldn't help but hide my face and want to cry, so I ran all the way back to the house, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find dog skin plasters.

This dog skin plaster happens to be the kind of traditional small commodity sold by Li Zhong, the tiger general, on the street.

In ancient times, the entertainer who walked the rivers and lakes, playing a set of fists and embroidering legs, and then dancing a few guns and sticks, was not just a cheer from the audience, but also took the opportunity to sell his so-called ancestral secret medicine to the onlookers, that is, this dog skin plaster for treating bruises.

This plaster is very thick, the real material is not bullied, and it feels heavy and hard in your hand.

How can such a hard dog skin plaster be attached to the back of an injured person?

This is done by resting on a small stove and slowly simmering over low heat. On the one hand, the hot plaster can better release the medicinal power, on the other hand, the hard cold plaster is easy to store, and the hot plaster after being carefully roasted on the fire becomes soft and can fit the affected skin well.

To be honest, the ancient ancestors really made a very thoughtful design on such a traditional plaster.

Kuai Fei took the plaster and hurried to the kitchen, after all, treating the wounded and sick should be the first priority anyway.

At this moment, squatting next to the small red clay stove, holding a pair of heavy and thick dog skin plasters in his hands, turning over and over on the fire and carefully simmering, he couldn't help but turn the river upside down and the sea in his heart.

How stupid I am! How dare you let Jiu Niang stay alone in the backyard to take care of Wu Erlang lying on the ground?

Haven't I done this tonight a little bit underwhelmingly!

Kuai Fei's head feels a little sore now!

Deep down, there are two villains arguing fiercely. One said: Don't worry, you came here to the real Da Song Dynasty, this is not the Water Margin world, and your daughter-in-law and your brother will not have any scandals. Besides, even if it is the Water Margin, your chivalrous and courageous good brother, didn't he still resist the sugar-coated cannonball from his sister-in-law in the end? What's there to worry about!

The other said: Art always comes from life. Since Pan Jinlian can make eye contact with Wu Song, it means that there is indeed a fire hazard in the backyard of Wu Dalang's house, and there is a problem with Deng Jiuniang! There is a big, big problem! You must know that Mr. Shi Naixiang did not create the Water Margin out of thin air, before the book came out, there were already various legends about his brother in the teahouse restaurant at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Teacher Shi is just compiling a book on the basis of these folklore. This means that the public case in the Water Margin is probably not groundless, and it has actually happened to real prototype characters.

Kuai Fei was a little out of breath at this time!

Who can endure this kind of thing? Grandma can endure it, and uncle can't bear it!

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