Chapter 833: The Old Dream of the Republic of China 23

Compared with the second aunt's side, she was in a hurry, and the third aunt's side was leisurely.

"How powerful am I when I am her Sun Hong, but the result is still the same as me, not to mention the whip, and now she has provoked the Zuo family, which is much worse than ours." After the third aunt heard about this, she only felt happy.

As early as when the second aunt and Wen Jun were whipped, the third aunt already wanted to go out to set off firecrackers.

When he heard this, Wen Ling went to the Zuo Mansion and was even more happy to eat an extra bowl of rice.

Wen Zhen is young and can't hold things down, but he is very irritable at this time: "Then Wen Ling won't settle the previous accounts together, right?" ”

That is to say, a few days ago, they took the initiative to find faults.

As soon as she heard Zhen ask like this, the third aunt paused with her hand holding the bowl, and then said with a smile: "There is no need to panic about anything, your father didn't play fifty boards that day, he didn't favor anyone, and he didn't lean on anyone, what are we panicking about, and with Sun Hong in front of them under artillery fire, we are at most touched by flying pieces, which is not a big deal." ”

The third aunt thought too much about it, and the big fire eye had been blocked by the second aunt, so they didn't need to panic about anything.

In addition, Wen Zhen is more likable than Wen Jun in Wen Sheng, so Wen Sheng usually protects the two of them, so there is no need to worry about these.

"It's a good heart." Wen Ling was in the live broadcast, looking at the third aunt's appearance, and couldn't help but sneer.

Seeing this, 233 asked tentatively: "Or, do you want to coil her?" ”

"That's not necessary, there is more than one aunt and wife in the backyard, when she is angry, it is fun for them to fight by themselves, what do we do." Wen Ling is not in a hurry, the most urgent thing at the moment is still a benefactor.

"Hurry up, I'll take a look at the picture of my benefactor, I'm going to be a rickshaw driver at this time." Wen Ling was anxious to see his benefactor, and he didn't bother to see how these people in Wen Mansion were.

The picture quickly turned, and he arrived at the gate of Qianle Gate.

At this point, the night in the city has just begun.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the whole city is relatively quiet, but this part of Qianle Gate is a song and dance, cheerful.

"The soldiers are half dead in front of the army, and the beauties are still singing and dancing." Wen Ling looked at such a night scene, and then thought about the war situation in the north, and couldn't help but sigh.

233 is rarely closed and doesn't say much.

Because it doesn't know what to say.

At this time, Chen Qi has just come over, and the rickshaw also has its own territory and rules, and they are all lining up.

A group of rickshaw drivers lined up in a row in a position peculiar to rickshaws.

It's like the black car at the entrance of the community in modern times.

Everyone lined up.

When someone comes out, you go over and pull it.

It's all eating and messing around in this area, and they keep the rules, but it's better than anything else.

If you really cut into the queue and rob people, then if you don't say it well, you will be attacked by other people.

Therefore, everyone was lined up, and Chen Qi came late, so he was at the back of the line.

In the corner, it was pitch black, and it was 233 that turned on the light, and Wen Ling could be regarded as seeing Chen Qi's appearance clearly.

The little boy has just come of age, but his body is not tall, and his height is about 175.

After working for a long time, I can't keep up with my nutrition, I can't eat enough, and I still carry bags at the dock every day.

Therefore, being able to grow into such a height is already genetic.

(End of chapter)