I am very happy to see Ma Jinhua's unlucky poplar sapling, because Li Pan has a bad temper, and it is impossible to live a good life with Ma Jinhua.

Jiang Lanqing didn't think about it so much, it was none of her business whether Ma Jinhua was dead or alive, she only had one sentence in her head, men are reliable, and sows will go up trees.

She felt that Liu San was a scumbag who was not responsible, and no matter how Ma Jinhua was, she had a relationship with him, and if she was ruthless, she was ruthless.

Ma Jinhua thought the same as Jiang Lanqing, she wanted to poke her eyes blind, but it was too late to regret it, and she only blamed herself for not knowing people clearly.

Wafang Village has to go to the mine for a day and come back for a day, and it is impossible for everyone to wait here.

Li Zheng asked Liu San's daughter-in-law Luo what to do, Luo looked like he had nothing to love, only said to go home and think about it, and then asked her daughter to help her leave, Liu San hurriedly followed, without even looking at Ma Jinhua.

At this time, Ma Jinhua hated Liu San to death, who would care if Liu San looked at her or not, even Li Zheng explained to her that before Li Pan came back, she couldn't go anywhere, she didn't seem to hear it, and sat on the ground in despair.

People left one after another, Jiang Lanqing and Yang Shumiao and a few of them also dispersed with the crowd, and Yang Shumiao and Luo Sanhui chatted while walking.

Luo Sanhui said that she didn't know what would happen to Ma Jinhua and Liu San, but Yang Shumiao took over her words: "Men and women will not end well." ”

When a woman in her forties heard this, she was troubled by the gossip, leaned over and walked with them, and took over the conversation: "With Li Pan's temper, Ma Jinhua will not end well, and judging from Luo's appearance, Liu San may not be much better." ”

"Aunt Bao, you can see everyone accurately, if you say so, then eight or nine will not be far from ten." Luo Sanhui said.

Yang Shumiao's eyes lit up when he saw Aunt Bao, he glanced at Jiang Lanqing, and saw that Jiang Lanqing was inexplicable, so he heard Yang Shumiao say: "Aunt Bao, I remember that you don't have several clay pots in your house?" Is there anything superfluous now? ”

Aunt Bao's family used to pickle sauerkraut.

After hearing this, Jiang Lanqing was moved, being able to meet a friend like Yang Shumiao, I don't know what kind of blessing she has cultivated in her life, presumably on the day of the market, I heard that she was going to buy a clay pot, so I kept this in my heart.

"What? Do you want to use it at home? Aunt Bao asked.

didn't want to let Yang Sapling worry about everything, Jiang Lanqing took over with a smile: "No, I want to use it." ”

"I heard that the little lady Jiang is different from before, and when I see it today, it's really true." Aunt Bao looked at Jiang Lanqing with a smile: "I have a clay jar at home, if you want to use it, even if you take it, you can put it wherever you put it anyway." ”

"Then thank you Aunt Bao." Buying another thing for the family, Jiang Lanqing's mood is much better.

The weight of the clay pot is not light, Jiang Lanqing has some trouble getting it back, Yang Shumiao originally wanted her brother to help, but when she got home, her brother hadn't come back from hunting. Her father was also out and not at home, so he had to ask for help.

Pick a son without a father or mother, no children and no daughters, in the early years like to gamble, lost a few acres of thin fields at home, and can't hunt, and don't want to go into the mountains, so they eat and drink in the village.

Carrying a big clay jar uphill, the fifty-year-old picker is still a little laborious, Jiang Lanqing saw it in his eyes, and when the clay pot was unloaded, Jiang Lanqing gave the picker two rabbits and asked him to take them back to eat, she didn't dare to leave the picker to eat at home.

I'm afraid of eating a romantic affair.