Han Lin thought about it, walked into the house, and took out another knife, which was the same style as the previous one, except that the knife was rusty, the blade was blunt, and there were a few small openings, not like a long knife, but like a saw.

Mingyue felt that this Han Lin was five big and three thick, and his mind was not stupid, this was because he was afraid that the knife would be too sharp, and he would injure himself by mistake.

Hearing that a blunt knife cuts flesh, it hurts more than a sharp knife, Mingyue feels that she is even more evil, as if she has seen Zhao Ergou scared and urinated.

happily took the blunt knife, played it twice like a TV series, and hugged his fist at Han Xing in a good way, very arrogant and elegant: "Childe, in Xia Putuo Peak, Langyu Cave, the thirty-ninth generation of heirs, the Jade Girl Sword Fairy, Yin Mingyue is also, dare to ask who is the hero's surname?" Where? Family lineage? Who is the teacher? Is it married? ”

Yin Mingyue just talked nonsense, and didn't notice at all that her words were like a modern version of marriage: where is the home, whether the family has money, whether it has power, and whether it is single..... Mu Ne's little hunter was molested by her alive, and, twice a day, in the morning, he attacked his chest, and now he proposed.

Han Xing's face was crimson, and a pair of eyes looked at Mingyue gently, as if he was about to turn into water.

Yin Mingyue felt her stomach growl twice, waved her hand to the Han father and son, no, she waved the knife, and told the two of them not to throw it if the pig went into the water or anything, so Shi Shiran walked home, the blood on his face and body, plus a ruler-long big knife, did not look like a village girl, but like a dominatrix who had just slaughtered the village.

Han Xing looked at the girl's back worriedly, sighed heavily, and said to Han Lin hesitantly: "Dad, Mingyue has changed. ”

Han Lin patted his son's shoulder earnestly and said with a smile: "To be honest with Dad, do you like the bright moon in the past, or the bright moon now?" ”

Han Xing's face turned red, he lowered his head and stirred his fingers, and his toes kicked the pebbles under his feet, and the answer was self-evident.

Han Lin took the knife in his son's hand and seemed to say to himself: "Only when you change can there be hope, isn't it?!" Don't say these stupid things in the future, it's not good for Mingyue. ”

Han Lin waved the knife, and there seemed to be endless strength in his hand, his son had hope, why shouldn't he? Especially when he heard Mingyue just woke up and called "Dad", he laughed out loud in his dream, thinking of Liu Xiuxiu's pear blossom with rain, his heart was crisp.

Han's father and son wandered in the longing for happiness and couldn't help themselves, Mingyue also hummed a happy little song and went home, close to the door of the house, but heard a sharp angry scolding sound from inside, what little hooves, little widows, shameless rushed out, stabbing Yin Mingyue's ears hurt, palms itching, and the urge to beat people was overwhelming and surging.

Outside the fence of the Yin family, countless women pointed and whispered, with no sympathy or anger in their expressions, but just the excitement of watching the excitement.

A few five or six-year-old naughty boys struggled to dig into the cracks of the fence, scrambling like watching a big play.

Yin Mingyue pushed open the firewood door and entered, the onlookers were silent, a little boy had climbed to the height of the fence in a naughty manner, and saw Yin Mingyue murderously holding a ruler-long knife, with blood on his hands and body, so frightened that he fell directly from the fence to the ground, trembling and threw himself into his mother's arms, not even daring to look at it.

In the courtyard, a group of men, women and children surrounded Yin, Xingxing, and Mingyang in the middle, and on the ground in the middle, there were two and a half sacks of grain.

The one who opened her mouth to curse was an old woman about 50 years old, with a big face as round as a moon cake, a waist as thick as a bucket, eyes as thin as a door, eyebrows as wide as a reptile, and her hair as if licked by a dog's tongue.

Zhai Shi angrily pointed to the wheat on the ground and said: "I don't know what is good or bad, my son is gone, you are not filial?" Don't you keep women's morals? It's against you! You Liu Xiuxiu, you are a member of the Yin family when you are alive, and you are a ghost of the Yin family when you die, and if you want to remarry, you have to have the final say in Zhai Cuihua! I can't help you. The old lady kindly helped you collect the grain and send it back, these two sacks were handed over to the public grain, I deducted a sack as filial piety grain, this half sack left you to make a living, the old lady is not dead, who are you howling to?! ”

The whole yard only listened to her scolding, where was Liu howling, but the speechless tears flowed first, weakly protected the two daughters behind him, and pleaded in a low voice: "Mother, the land is too thin, don't beat grain, there is just so much wheat, I and the three daughters have to chew for a year, you just keep a little more grain, okay?" ”

After speaking, his knees weakened, and the person already knelt down.

A short man with a gloomy and thin face stepped forward, this is Yin Jin, the boss of the Yin family, that is, the person who thought about Liu Xiuxiu, because Liu Xiuxiu was "arrested" last night, he was angry, not because Liu Xiuxiu did not abide by women's morals, but because the man who was angry at the warm kang was not him.

The man disdainfully opened half a bag of wheat, took out a handful and said, "Brother and sister, this is your mistake, what did my mother leave for you?" It's all ten percent of the wheat grains, what the mother wants is just shriveled up, you stole people and the mother didn't pursue it, is it possible that you want to be punished for two crimes because of unfilial piety, go to the ancestral hall? ”

Yin Jin's words are reasonable, and there are needles hidden in the cotton, which is more negative than outsiders.

Yin Yin was taller and stronger than Yin Jin, kicked the narrow sack with his foot, the sack was easily kicked, and he smacked his mouth and said: "Our old Yin family is a kind-hearted person, and we will take care of my younger siblings on behalf of my three brothers." ”

This is simply brazen to a certain point, deducting the Liu family's rations, and saying that it is "kind", Yin Mingyue feels that she is running out of words.

The strongest young man has been bowing his head and saying nothing, this is Yin Cai, the youngest son of the Yin family, who is now eighteen years old.

There are two women on Zhai's side, with the same yellow face and the same thin body, and a knife that can't wait to fly out of one eye is Yin Jin's daughter-in-law Song; The other one with a sad face was Yin Yin's daughter-in-law Leng Shi, holding a son Yin Mingyuan who was just a few months old in her arms.

The younger generation, there are two fat teenagers, sixteen or seventeen years old, who are the sons of the Song family, Yin Ming Dynasty and Yin Ming Khan; Yin Mingyun, the fourteen-year-old slightly plump daughter of the Song family; There was also a skinny twelve or thirteen-year-old girl Yin Mingxia, with her eyes full of shrunken, hiding behind Leng's family.

Is this a family mobilization? But what really pays attention to this small sack of wheat is still "ten out of ten" "good" wheat.

Yin Mingyue didn't say a word, walked directly to the sack, waved his hand, and the wheat was scattered like a flood.