"Mother, what are you talking nonsense, Xinmei's illness will be fine, besides, I can't expect Qingping to provide for me."

"Then you should get the money back, she is a girl, married, her mother is here, she may come to see you when she comes to see his mother, and when her mother is gone, you may not even be able to eat her pound of biscuits, just say that the girl is a money-loser, you don't believe it, you have to listen to the words of the man in the house to raise that white-eyed wolf."

Qingping's anger is already very strong, the nails holding the doorpost are almost embedded in the wood, you are not a girl, you dare to curse my mother, you dare to say that I am losing money, I will clean you up later.

Qingping looked in, and first took a good look at the location of the sorghum broom, which had become bald, just right.

"Mother, didn't you say that you came to borrow a dustpan, take the dustpan back, don't talk about this mess, the money is Qingping's, I won't want it back, and I don't have the face to ask for it."

Ruan Yongshan glanced at the closed door of the hall, feeling a little anxious, for fear of making Zhou Xinmei angry.

"You mountain, I'm not doing this for you, you're still young, when this one in the house dies, my mother will tell you a daughter-in-law, just that Yang Guilan, who is good-looking and young, and can give birth, marrying you can give birth to a big fat boy, that-"

"Mother, don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing, go back quickly, I still have to do carpentry."

Listening to Mrs. Du's words, the more outrageous it became, Ruan Yongshan was anxious, grabbed Mrs. Du's shoulders, and pushed her out.

There was a bang in the hall, and then the door of the hall was opened by Zhou Xinmei vigorously, and she rushed out with a rolling pin in her hand.

She stumbled for a moment, and hurriedly held on to the door frame, "Dead old woman, let you say, let you say that my Qingping is a girl, that my Qingping is a loser, let you curse me to death, and let you think about marrying him a little widow." ”

Seeing Zhou Xinmei, who shook the rolling pin around and loosened the door frame, Ruan Yongshan abandoned Mrs. Du and rushed back to support Zhou Xinmei.

"Why did you come out, go back to the house, you forgot Qingping said that you must not blow the wind now."

"Ahh Aren't you going to die, how did you come back to life? Mrs. Du was frightened by Zhou Xinmei.

As early as when Zhou Xinmei rushed out, Qingping wanted to rush out, but she still wanted to see what Ruan Yongshan would do, and now, his performance finally satisfied Qingping.

"Mother, let Dad help you back to the house, this old woman needs you to clean up, just leave it to me."

Qingping strode into the yard, walked to the door of her house, picked up a sorghum broom, and arrived in front of Mrs. Du in three or two steps.

"What are you going to do, girl, I'm your grandmother, you dare to beat me."

Qingping swept back and forth in front of her eyes, "Really? Then it depends on whether I dare or not, you flies that came out of the dung pit, you are only worthy of those flies as grandmothers, and you are not worthy of being grandmothers for me. ”

Although Mrs. Du tried her best to dodge, there were still a few blood marks on the left and right sides of her face that were marked by sorghum brooms.

"You, you, your father has a son, that's my own grandson, when your mother dies, I will ask him to drive you and Qingyun out, see if you are still so capable."

"My son?"

The corners of Qingping's mouth slanted, and she turned her head to look at Ruan Yongshan, who was holding Zhou Xinmei, and then turned her head, this time she directly danced the broom up and down.

"Haha, your own grandson, alas, quickly take her and her mother to your house, so that Ruan Yongping can enjoy the blessings of all people."

Mrs. Du had a few more red marks on her forehead, nose and chin, but she didn't understand Qingping's words, so she couldn't care about the pain, so she was stunned.