"Bang, bang, bang......" There is an interval between the death knell every time, the interval is quite long, and it still reverberates.

Renjia Village.

All the villagers knelt down, facing east.

Let's go east.

Song Fuling knelt behind Grandpa Song.

The old man can block her from a lot of wind in front.

The two of them were still chattering quietly.

Grandpa, was it the same when the last term went to the east? Do you remember?

Remember to remember.

"It was a nice day, and it was very windy and sunny." The wind and the sun are beautiful, the little babies have been chattering about books recently, and the old man has also increased a lot of knowledge.

Third Uncle Ren, who was kneeling in the front row, suddenly turned around: "On the day of us, it was raining heavily. ”

Grandpa Song thought to herself: My child didn't ask you?

If you don't ask, it rained heavily that day.

Third Uncle Ren glanced at Song Fuling again: "Where hasn't your milk come back yet?" ”

Song Fuling held back the smile on her lips, it didn't matter if everyone didn't kneel well, it would be a bit too much to laugh, her eyes were crooked: "No." ”

"Come, female doll, kneel down here when it's cold, and the third grandfather can also block some wind for you."

"Okay."

Poria, your grandmother is back, you said the wrong thing, she is outside the village entrance, not far from you.

That's right, Mrs. Ma came back a long time ago, but as soon as the death knell sounded, she stopped.

I'd rather hug my arms and freeze outside than go into the village and kneel.

Mrs. Ma complained:

If the emperor doesn't die, can she shop be yellow?

The person who has to kneel and mess up her business, hum, he's a big snot bubble.

Song Fusheng also agreed to wait outside, waiting for the death knell to listen, and the people in the village dispersed before going in.

There was too much grain brought back, so that the people in the village could see it, and it was all polished rice and fine noodles.

In fact, when I left Fengtian City, I was interrogated.

said that he bought it in the city, and the gatekeeper immediately asked: "The grain store ration, are you a local household registration?" You're not, where are you going to pull this again? ”

At that time, Song Fusheng was grinding and chirping with others, and his wife pulled the headscarf without any energy.

Before, Meng's name was strict, as if he had no face to see people.

"Xing Zhutou, it's me, Mrs. Ma, do you still know each other?"

Ah, it's you an old lady, you must know, I received the snacks given by the old lady.

Let it go, her family has a two-story dim sum shop.

Is there no food for such a big dim sum shop? If you don't have any food to make snacks, you can't make a pot and buy a pot of white noodles, it seems that this is stored grain.

Okay, it's all nonsense, the official who guards the door and Xing Zhutou can make up for it by themselves.

The angry Song Fusheng drove a long way and was still glaring at Mrs. Ma: Why don't you squeak in the morning.

I don't want to talk for a long time, I'm in a bad mood, and I'm in a mood.

Therefore, with so much food, if we enter the village now, let the people in the village take a look, human nature, we can know what people are thinking in their hearts, no trouble and no more tongues, just wait outside.

Waiting and waiting, with the sound of the death knell, there was movement behind me.

It was another bend, and it was dark at eight o'clock in the evening, and it was impossible to see who was coming.

Song Fusheng hurriedly helped Mrs. Ma to get out of the car, who knows who came, in case it was the official who was inspecting, we would have to kneel outside the village if it was pretending.

These people knelt down, very angry in their hearts, and avoided kneeling collectively in the village, but as a result, there were people outside the village, and they still had to kneel.

The guy on the other side turned a corner.

The group of people on the other side, holding torches, could only see a bunch of figures in front of them, and they also felt so unlucky.

Song Fugui hurriedly said, "Hurry up, kneel down." ”

Two stupid groups of their own people, separated by a few hundred meters outside the village, knelt down to each other.

When the death knell stopped, the villagers got up and slowly began to go back to their homes, and Song Fugui and the others also rushed forward again.

When Mrs. Ma saw that it was Song Fugui, she immediately gave him a slap on the back.

This one lacks an eye.

Mrs. Wang, who went to Jia County with Song Fugui, also slapped Song Fugui on the back. Kneeling knees are cold and painful.

However, Mrs. Wang is in a good mood today, and she is very sunny and sunny.

Jia County never entered, but except for the plaque was gone, the shop was not smashed, and the buyers who ordered the goods only showed up today to return the money.

Some of the empathetic ones also said: "Our county is very strict, and you will not be able to open the door until after sixteen." In a hurry? Don't worry, can you still get this money? With such a big shop, you also lost a lot, and all the orders were refunded, and you made dim sum for nothing. ”

And the most important thing is that the grain shop in Jiaxian County put grain and bought it.

Rich and noble, these boys can do it.

The servant was on the street, and then he shouted: "The emperor's grace is mighty...... The grain shop ......on Dongsi Street didn't finish shouting, and before others could hear what was going on, Fugui and a few of their boys jumped out of the dim sum shop and ran to Dongsi with all their might.

That speed, in the eyes of Mrs. Wang, is like a tornado.

It's really not a vain exercise.

Although in the past, Mrs. Wang thought that she had so much work a day, what else did she practice, and she complained in her heart, isn't this sick?

Then there were more details, and Mrs. Wang didn't know, she didn't follow, because at that time, there were buyers in the store who were also anxious to ask her for money, and they also wanted to buy food, so that they could hurry up.

I only know that when she rushed to the grain store on Dongsi Street with the silver money, what she saw was that there were four teams, the team of coarse grains and fine noodles and brown rice, all of which were our boys, and they were all in the front.

"Brother Fusheng, let me tell you," outside the village, Song Fugui excitedly reported to Song Fusheng what grain he had bought.

"Captain Ma, let me report to you, our dim sum shop in Jia County ......" Mrs. Wang also hugged Mrs. Ma's arm affectionately.

"I know, it's good and yellow."

"What?" Mrs. Wang's hand around Mrs. Ma's arm slipped down.

Mrs. Ma's house is on the kang.

Eight old ladies were lying on the ground, staring at the roof one by one.

Outside the window, Mrs. Qi and her husband, the old man Qi, were squatting and hesitating under the window.

If you want to follow the true psychology of the old man, he wants to rush directly into the house to coax the old woman.

But, ashamed.

There's eight lying there.

In fact, don't say that you will be ashamed to go into the house and coax, even at the moment you are a little embarrassed to open your mouth and shout inside outside the window.

Old man Qi squatted down and stood up, clenched his fist one last time, and shouted through the window: "Fuwazi damn it." ”

Qi Pozi on the kang stiffened. What's the matter, when I used to make money, I also said that I didn't want an old man, I thought he was annoying, and the silent chatter affected her to fly, and she wanted to build her own house. He specified that he was here to laugh at her.

"Don't get angry, I earn a job, I can live how I want to live in the future, I will support you!"

Emma, ashamed to death, ashamed to death, never said this in his life, after the old man Qi finished shouting, he ran all the way to the ground, hiding, and making people laugh.

Eight old ladies on the kang: "......"

Mrs. Ma, the princess, and their widows, have become envious people again.

When they were obviously paid, they also complained about Mrs. Qi together: "What do you want the old man to do, it's useless." ”