Li Xiu is one, Ge Erniu is one.

One is a single woman with children, who is prone to change and wants to get married.

One is that I didn't deal with Mrs. Ma before, and I haven't dealt with it for decades.

These two "special" groups think so and do not leave the group.

How much money others give, don't hurt everyone.

There is no shortage of food and drink, they don't look like they are self-made at the moment, but compared to eating enough in their hometown, they have a good life.

How good can I be when I used to live on my own?

Not to mention the people outside, they won't give them a lot of money to let the bad guys go.

I don't mention whether they can be bad. Can you steal the seeds, can you pass on the craftsmanship of the cake shop?

Just say, that kind of money is so easy to spend? Sleep in the dark, close your eyes and not roll over and over? On the way to escape from the wilderness, if everyone doesn't hold together again and again, can they survive? What's the difference between saving each other's lives and saving each other's lives?

At the moment, a little bit of self-earning, spending such a solid and promising money, isn't it fragrant to sleep? With everyone, when you encounter difficulties, can you have someone to help?

For the sake of money, you have to give up these, don't.

It's not that those who are difficult will die, and they can't live without that black-hearted money with a bad conscience.

So, both of them can think like this, let alone the others.

It can be seen that after fleeing the famine and coming here, everyone has gone through things again and again, and how different their feelings are from ordinary villagers and relatives.

And the days are getting more and more prosperous.

When it is prosperous, it will be even more united, hating all saboteurs.

They can live their lives in a short period of time, they don't have to tighten their bellies, they can eat enough, and everything comes from unity is strength.

But some people just don't understand this, they always compare with them, and always underestimate their spirit of unity.

Song Fusheng led the team back.

They came back earlier today, earlier than the food stall teams in several other counties.

didn't wait for Mrs. Ma and them, so they went home first, and they were in a hurry to come back to fry the sauce.

There are too many urgings.

Today is also their last day of stalling.

After that, just fry the sauce and take it out.

Entering the village, there were a few people standing by the river, and seeing that Song Fusheng was a little speechless.

Song Fusheng glanced at them, didn't squeak, and didn't take it seriously.

Because he hadn't spoken to these people before. Didn't deal with it.

These men belong to the nosy people in the village, not so many talkative people, and they are not usually seen.

When I got on the bridge, I didn't notice anything wrong.

After crossing the bridge, I vaguely heard a mess in front of and behind their house, and the noise was not really bright.

Song Fusheng took a few people and sped up his pace and pushed the cart home.

They didn't even have to enter the courtyard, all they saw was a large group of people in their yard.

That's called a hilarious.

There are also many villagers in Renjia Village. Those who persuade to fight, those who pull the fight, those who push and shove on both sides, and those who are not allowed to fight together, shouting that Patriarch Ren is coming back soon, what is there to say.

Ren Gongxin was lying on the ground, and Ren Zijiu was pinching people. is still yelling in the chaos to invite Lang Zhong.

And Ren Gongxin's third son, Ren Ziao, at this time, his mouth was full of scolding words, the scolding of the eight generations of ancestors, in the human circle, he was taking a group of bastards who came out of nowhere to tear up with Song Fusheng and their gang. The villagers pulled up the racks on both sides.

Before Song Fusheng rushed into the courtyard, he heard his uncle shouting, "We still want to find you to lose money, make our old man dizzy, you wait, wait for our boys to come back." ”

The trolley is unnecessary.

Song Fusheng took the high-speed rail head and rushed over like a gust of wind.

Before the villagers could see what was going on, Song Fusheng glanced at the grandfather lying on the ground, pulled Ren Ziao's neck collar from behind, and threw two big mouths over.

Angry at the door, right, while we're away.

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