Mrs. Wang lowered her voice and spit out a name, Yang Xiu was stunned at first, and then nodded and said: "Auntie, you just look at it, tonight, I will make her unable to sleep and let out this evil breath for my aunt." ”

Mrs. Wang immediately saw a smile on her face, and said in her heart, the dead girl was a piece, and the old lady destroyed the silk clothes made for the county Cheng family, and then was rubbed by her daughter-in-law and slapped by her husband.

Now that Yang Yimao is in her early stages, the good days of the dead girl are over.

Yang Xiu carried the basket and walked home, although there were only eight eggs in it, his heart really fell to the bottom.

Walking on the road, a faint sweet smell rushed into his nose, Yang Xiu twitched his nose, followed the aroma and looked around, and saw a small cluster of orange-red flowers in the newly budding weed mat on the side of the road.

Yang Xiu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, picked up all the small wildflowers in his sight, and made a large bunch of straw bales, and then hummed a tune and went home.

handed the egg to Li Mu and Cheng Ye, and the two happily took the egg away.

And Yang Xiu didn't go back to the house immediately, but took advantage of the night to walk next door and next door, and took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and walked into the courtyard with his legs raised.

Seeing that the family was sleeping soundly, he swaggered and put a whole whole of beautiful flowers on the windowsill, fanned the fragrance with the palm of his hand, felt that it was not strong enough, and poked three holes in the window paper with his fingers, and then Shi Shiran left.

As soon as it was dawn on the second day, Huang Zheng woke up from an itch, scratched his face, scratched his neck, scratched his neck, and scratched his arm again, it was itchy and painful.

Huang Zheng touched his hand and checked it roughly, and on his face alone, there were more than a dozen red envelopes, plus on his neck and arms, if there were not thirty, there would be twenty-nine big red envelopes.

In this not very well-lit room, she could even see a few mosquitoes flying in the air.

Huang Zheng could even foresee that if he hadn't been covered with a quilt and only exposed his arms, neck and face outside, the result would have been even worse.

Huang Zheng opened the door angrily, opened the window, and a large bouquet of delicate orange flowers came into view, which was so good-looking, Huang Zheng couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who gave him flowers early in the morning?

Could it be that the ancients also knew how to send flowers to show their hearts? Who could it be?

Strict stone?

Lieberthal?

Still is......

Huang Zheng's eyes searched around the courtyard, and he saw that Huang Zheng had already gotten up and was carrying a clumsy wooden barrel back from Aunt Li's house.

The two houses are separated by only one wall, and although the wall is very low, it is also difficult to carry half a bucket of water over.

Huang Zheng hurriedly ran out, stretched out his hand and took the bucket back from the other side of the wall: "Gong'er, you are sick, my sister will go to fetch water in a while, you don't need to go to Aunt Li's house to ask for water." ”

Huang Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Sister, didn't you lose our bucket......

Huang Zheng's face was embarrassed, he fled too fast yesterday, and even threw the bucket in the culvert, causing not only no water at home, but also no bucket to fetch water.

Huang Zheng finally saw the change on Huang Zheng's face, and exclaimed: "Eldest sister, it's not yet the summer when there are many mosquitoes, why are you bitten like this?" ”

Huang Zheng's face drooped suddenly, and he said with a bitter expression: "I don't know what's going on, I just opened the window, and several mosquitoes were blasted out at once." ”