"Quack, quack, woo riga...... Hiss, hee-yo-yo...... Maha la la...... quack quack ......"

The sound was so loud that it shook the birds on both sides of the mountain road and took off.

The five tones are incomplete, and it is simply a magic sound through the brain.

It's a young handsome guy who sings it, she Su Qingyue can bear it in the face of the handsome pot, it's an old man who sings it, it's really scared that she has no eggs and hurts.

Ding's second daughter-in-law is a young daughter-in-law, no matter how ugly it is, the lame Wang who drove the car is an elder after all, and she is embarrassed to say it.

Aunt Zhang said, "Cripple Wang, you're getting older, don't hum, it's going to be hot soon, save some saliva." ”

"It's okay, I brought a kettle, you can drink it when you're thirsty!" The lame king had more money for the car, and he was singing happily, how could he stop, and he was singing again, "Woo la...... Whew, drink......"

"Uncle Wang, you can sing 'really well'." Su Qingyue praised with a smile on her face, "I don't know who taught you this song?" ”

As soon as she spoke, as soon as Wang Lame answered, he stopped the mountain song with the magic sound piercing his brain, "This is the first time someone has praised me for singing well, the daughter-in-law of the Xiao family, you really have vision!" No one taught me, it was handed down by the older generation, according to my grandfather's grandfather, this mountain song is a word written by a literate reader. ”

In order not to hear his duck roar again, she casually asked, "What kind of reader?" In her opinion, filling in the lyrics is worse than pure illiteracy.

It is said that it is a genius named Anan, a merry man, a gentleman, it is said that he exhausted the most proud work of his life, is to fill in the words of this mountain song, this mountain song is simple and easy to understand, suitable for all ages, and the words are also combined with a variety of birdsong, chickens and ducks, animal calls, not only the people in the city love to sing, even our mountain people are also catchy. It's a pity......"

"What a pity?" Su Qingyue rubbed her forehead with a headache, "To make this kind of word is really dead." ”

"Daughter-in-law of the Xiao family, you are so smart, didn't the Liufeng monk just die after composing this song." He lamented with an empty face, "It's a pity that such a talented man left behind a masterpiece of hard work for the world to sing......"

"What's ......," Aunt Zhang said, "I've never heard the villagers sing......"

"Your old woman has long hair and short knowledge." Wang lame said shamelessly, "I have said that Liufeng Jushi is a person of my grandfather's grandfather's generation, after so many generations, he has died early, it's not normal that you haven't heard of it." Besides, this song is only for the whole village, and I don't believe I can sing it to you...... Whoo wow......"

"No more singing...... I'm sure the whole village will sing it! Su Qingyue plucked out her ears, fortunately, the Liufeng monk called He Nan was ancient, otherwise he would have to find out and beat him to death. It's better not to even let her know where the grave is, otherwise dig up the bones and whip the corpse!

"Uncle Wang, a few days ago, you helped me buy two empty jars, I really have to thank you." In order to prevent her ears from continuing to be poisoned, Su Qingyue hurriedly changed the topic.

"What's the matter, do you give money for chartered cars, and you pay for the purchase fee, or do I earn it, I earn ......it?"

"I heard that your wife went early, and it is not easy for you to pull up your two eldest sons by yourself......"

Speaking of the bitter history of Laba's eldest two sons, Wang Cripple's stomach was full of water, and the waves were endless......