After the old daughter-in-law finished speaking, she closed the windows on the second floor.

Lao De looked up, at the closed window. People on the street saw Lao De throwing shoes at his daughter-in-law and fighting with her daughter-in-law, and the sole of the shoe was lying there with the sole facing up.

Those who know Lao De say: "This Lao De beats his daughter-in-law." ”

Those who don't know Lao De say, "What about this man beating his daughter-in-law?" ”

Everyone on the street looked at Lao De and was talking about him. A man who knew the old man said, "Isn't this man virtuous, why should he beat his daughter-in-law?" Still take the shoes and throw them away? ”

Those who know Lao De do not have any dealings with Lao De, but they know him, know that he teaches private schools, and teaches children to talk about Mencius.

A middle-aged man next to him also knew Lao De, and he said: "Lao De occasionally beats his daughter-in-law. I've heard that I can't hit it every time. His daughter-in-law doesn't beat him, she loves to throw things casually, she doesn't look at him when she throws them, and she can throw them at him every time. ”

"Really? Don't look at him when you throw it, and you can throw it at him every time? The one who knew Lao De asked.

The middle-aged man said: "Really, I heard that today, his daughter-in-law threw a stool from the second floor, just hitting Lao De's head, you look at Lao De's end, it is estimated that his daughter-in-law threw it to the ground." ”

In fact, Lao De's daughter-in-law is not as this person said, she likes to throw things casually, and she can hit Lao De every time she doesn't look at people. Everything he hears is heard. What he listened to, somehow, became what he said it was?

The old man who knew Lao De looked at it and said, "This is really an evil door, you can throw it without looking at it?" ”

Lao De was speechless, looked at the window on the second floor, and lowered his head.

She is a teacher, teaching children to speak Mencius, she is good, saying that she can't teach well, in a word, making a bunch of messy truths? How can this spread without any impact on private schools?

"Does this tiger girl not want to live anymore?" Lao De threw his shoes and couldn't get angry for a while.

People on the street stopped and looked at Lao De, and said Lao De in a few words. After looking at it, he left, and said that he had nothing to say again. The waves passed and calmed down, leaving Lao De to sit alone.

Lao De put the plaster on his head and touched the plaster on his knees. There is no interest in finding poetry.

Lao De's daughter-in-law sat on the bed and wiped her tears, she hated Lao De for throwing her shoes. She was very complicated, so she simply lay down on the bed, covered the quilt and closed her eyes, and covered her head to sleep. Sleeping, where can I sleep, with my eyes open, looking at the darkness in the quilt with mixed feelings.

It is difficult for a Qing official to cut off family affairs, not to mention Lao De and his daughter-in-law. The village owner and the housekeeper rode straight to the north gate, in Ping'an Village, the prosperity of the North Street is no worse than that of the South Street, the shops on both sides of the road are hung with various signboards, and the stalls on the street are shouting their own things. People go and people go, and baskets are full of things. People go to people, and there are also empty-handed.

There were people on the street, and the horses were not running so fast.

"Drive!" The village lord and steward seldom whipped their horses, but shouted 'ride' loudly to tell the people in front of me that I was riding. Passers-by hear the sound of running horses' hooves and shouts of 'drive', so they look out and hide on the side of the road.

The brick kiln is in the north of the village, and when you go out of the village gate, you have to walk up a section. Comparatively speaking, this section of the road is shorter than the section from the south gate of the village to the south of the forest. It's about two-thirds of the way through.

The village lord and the housekeeper ran to the north gate of the village, and the soldiers at the north gate all stood tall with their chests upright, their weapons in their hands, and shouted: "Village master! ”

"Drive!" The village lord and the steward whipped their horses out of the north gate, and they were about to go to the brick kiln, and they only glanced at the soldiers.

There is a wheat field in the north of the village, and through the wheat field, you can see the tall chimney of the brick kiln, and the square cave surrounding the big chimney. The brick kiln burns bricks and tiles, and also burns ceramics. The ceramics are not very good, only the jars, dishes, and water tanks are burned. Rough appearance. The dishes are better and smooth to the touch.

The chimney of the brick kiln was smoking, and there were villagers walking on the road outside the village, and there were one or two villagers every other way. At a glance, there are more villagers outside the north gate than outside the south gate.

"Drive!" The village lord and the steward whipped the horses and walked quickly between the wheat fields. Brick kiln in the near. The housekeeper said: "Village master, how many bricks and how many tiles should we buy?" ”

The village owner replied: "The matter of building a house is left to you, and you can decide how many bricks and tiles you want to buy." ”

"Five shops were destroyed, five and a half, and one was half destroyed. How many bricks and tiles do these five and a half get? The butler muttered. He said: "10,000 bricks in a room, a total of five and a half, how about buying 55,000 bricks?" ”

The village owner replied: "You can decide how much you want to buy, and I'll leave it all to you." After speaking, the village lord asked, "What about Nawa?" ”

The housekeeper said: "Five and a half rooms, one room with 1,000 watts, a total of 5,500 watts." ”

"Is that possible?" The village lord asked.

The housekeeper replied: "Not enough to buy again." ”

"Drive!" The village lord whips the horse in front.

"Drive!" The steward's whip horse followed on the side.

Brick kiln, the land where people live, the land where bricks and tiles are burned, and the land where porcelain is burned. There is also a small chimney next to the big chimney, and this small one is for porcelain burning. There are also smaller chimneys, which are chimneys for cooking fires.

The owner of this brick kiln sat on the roof of the cave, shirtless, with a gray beard on his chin, which was not more than half a foot long. Holding a dry cigarette roll in his hand, the cigarette was rolling with a wisp of green smoke. In front of the gate sat two men, shirtless, tanned, one with a square head and the other with a round head, both of them looking thin, not fat.

The kiln owner smoked a cigarette and watched the two horses galloping. The two horses turned a corner, and the kiln owner hoped that it was business.

The square-headed man looked up and saw two horses. He doesn't look forward to business, he likes to rest. Tired of moving bricks, tiring tiles, and tired of moving things.

The horses' hooves clattered, the birds were chirping in the wheat field, and a big bird suddenly soared in the wheat field, its wings flapping and flapping the air vigorously.

The big bird took off, and when it arrived, it startled a flock of sparrows, and the sparrows chirped.

"Wow! Barking! The farmer's black dog came out of the wheat field and barked at the two galloping horses.

The kiln master took a puff of his cigarette and shouted, "Dahei, come back!" Big Black! ”

"Wang," shouted the owner, and the black dog barked twice at the two horses, humming and sniffing the ground with his head down, and his tail wagging towards the gate. The kiln master took a puff of cigarette and said to Dahei: "Don't be blind, go back!" ”

"Look at some dogs." The kiln master took a puff of his cigarette and said to the two guys.

The village supervisor rode up, and the housekeeper shouted, "Village master, it seems that the kiln master is above." ”

The village lord slowed down his horse, and he looked at the man above, and the horse ran in front of the man, and restrained the horse: "Phew! Then the butler restrained him: "Phew! ”

The village owner had seen the kiln owner, knew his appearance, had a gray beard, and smoked dry cigarettes. He asked, "Are you the owner of the kiln?" ”

The housekeeper replied: "Village master, that's the kiln master." ”

The kiln owner took a dry cigarette roll in his hand and wanted to smoke a cigarette and said, "I am the kiln owner." ”

When the two guys saw the two of them, they both stood up, and looked at the dog with a round head: "Dahei, go." Da Hei sniffed the ground, looked at the two horses, and looked at the two of them.

The kiln owner knew these two people, one was the village owner and the other was the village housekeeper. He remembered that these two people had one major characteristic, they loved to take credit.

The village lord said, "Come down and speak." ”

The housekeeper said: "This is the village master, I am the village housekeeper, and we will come to you to post the account on credit." ”