Zhang Zetian was nervously huddled in a carriage with the three girls Yiqing, Yilan, and Caiqi.

Fortunately, Yilan spoke kindly, and it didn't take long for a few people to get warm.

Zhang Zetian looked at Yilan's beautiful eyes, his face was red, and in order to avoid embarrassment, he deliberately talked to the harmless Yiqing girl.

The journey was boring and boring, but Yi Qing and Yi Lan greedily looked at the storybook that Xiao Taohong borrowed from Mrs. Lin Qingxuan.

Zhang Zetian said curiously: "The two younger sisters are so talented, they are still so diligent and constantly reading a lot of books. ”

The three girls turned red.

Yi Qing choked back to internal injuries: This Zhang Ze is really ...... Pedantic...... What kind of books do you read? I didn't see what the hell a few of us were looking at!

Yilan was quite kind, took Zhang Zetian's words, and took the initiative to talk to him.

However, Zhang Zetian's face turned even redder.

The group set off in the morning and did not arrive at the edge of Qinghe Town until it was getting dark. The coachman shouted in the car: "Miss Cousin! We're almost there! I'm going to have to call you 'sons' from now on!" The old man laughed, and the men on the carriage looked at each other.

But everyone didn't have much trouble, since Cousin Chunjiang asked them to listen to the old coachman, it must have a deep meaning.

The old coachman went around in a big circle, ran into a barren field, deliberately made the untidy carriage tattered and dirty, and took out a pile of rags that had been stuffed at the bottom of the carriage before going out, and threw it to the people: "Hurry up and replace it!" Someone will see it later! ”

Wearing rags and not neat clothes? The crowd looked at the coachman in bewilderment.

The coachman took off his coat directly, revealing the tattered clothes inside, and explained: "This Qinghe Town has been a bad place since ancient times! The food is not good, the mother-in-law has run away, and the remaining bachelors know that they are traitors one by one...... Master asked me to bring you here, be careful! …… And the money is not leaked, let's dress up like this! ”

The coachman was right, and when he walked into Qinghe Town, there was a gray and black hue everywhere, and the storefronts on both sides of the road were ajar, as if he didn't expect customers to come to his door at all.

There were few busy people on the streets, and the ragged men gathered in groups to blow up the golden flowers, and from time to time a few swear words came out.

Yiqing was wearing rag clothes full of grease and dirt, and I don't know if it was because of lice, Yiqing had to keep tickling.

The old coachman walked down the road with his hands behind his back and a few men in a hurry.

A few barefoot men who were squatting and gambling saw that there were new faces in the town, so they stopped the sparrow cards in their hands and looked at Yiqing and his party carefully, especially when they saw Yilan who was still difficult to hide her appearance in women's clothes, the men made a strange sound of low roaring, and even a man directly put his hand into his crotch and kneaded it.

It's so itchy! Yiqing wanted to find a place to rest quickly.

"Dad, let's find a place to rest! The child is hungry and tired......" Yiqing stretched out her bitten red arm, grabbed the old coachman's cigarette stick and prayed.

The old coachman reprimanded with a straight face: "What a rest!" Didn't you see that you were almost at your aunt's house?! I don't know the dinging sound of our family's poverty! Bear with it first, go home and let your aunt make you a nest to eat! ”

Hearing this, the few men who looked at it slowly withdrew their gaze.

The old coachman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a few people and hurried forward, scolding in his mouth: "Little doll that doesn't make it!" I think about eating, drinking, and having fun every day, and I don't know who you're so lazy...... Hurry up! You brothers deserve not to marry their mothers-in-law! ”

"Hahahaha! You old man is really good at coaxing dolls! A man looked bored, and after hearing the old coachman's words, he was overjoyed, and said to Yiqing: "Don't listen to your father's nonsense!" If you can't marry your mother-in-law, you can't marry your mother-in-law, just buy an aunt! After speaking, he turned his face to Yilan, and his obscene hands wanted to touch his face, "This male doll is so handsome!" I can't find my mother-in-law yet? Don't be a female doll, right?! ”

Zhang Zetian immediately blocked the front, but Yiqing's movements were a little faster, and he knocked off the opponent's dirty hand with his own small hand and said, "Don't touch it!" Of course my second brother can find his mother-in-law! ”

"You little doll! …… Yo, this little hand is white! The man turned to touch Yiqing's face covered with a face cover.

Zhang Zetian and the old coachman were going to stop them, but Yiqing said nonchalantly: "Touch it, uncle, who made our brothers grow up well!" Let's talk about it first, touch it and give it to twenty big boys! ”

The man laughed, touched it from his arms for a long time, and finally found out the copper plate he had just won by gambling, threw it to the old coachman, and said obscenely: "Give it to your old man, you male doll has a good brain!" You won't have to worry about eating and drinking in the future! Then he rubbed his hands again, touched it through the face towel, and said with a look of enjoyment: "It's a pity that such a pink and jade male doll is carved!" ”

The faces of the others were dark, and the hands behind Yiqing's back signaled that everyone was not restless.

The man was satisfied, and ripped off his face towel as soon as he could.

"Oh my god!" The man fell to the ground in fright, staring at the other party's terrifying face in a daze, "What is this?!" ”

Yiqing snorted coldly, picked up the face towel that was torn off by the man on the ground, put it on neatly, and said, "Face! How's it going, did you just feel like you touched a big ripe pomegranate?! ”

The man was frightened and frightened, and quickly stepped back, "You, you, don't come here!"

"Uncle, do you still want to touch it? Why don't you touch me and my two brothers for nothing, how about you help us marry my mother-in-law? Our brothers are all tumors, and we can't find my mother-in-law and aunt...... I'm still light......" Yiqing lowered her head aggrievedly, stretched out her hand to help the man who fell to the ground, and said: "Uncle, don't worry, this tumor is just not good-looking, and it won't kill people......"

The man was helped up tremblingly, although the old coachman and Zhang Zetian were also frightened by Yiqing, but they also hurried up to help.

"Oops! I'm scared of you today! I don't ask you for your eldest son, it's a help you save your wife! The man said generously, he felt that the three brothers in front of him were very pitiful, and they could only be singles for a lifetime, "Save money and listen to your father when you buy your aunt!" ”

The barefoot man was very idle, and at this time his sympathy was overflowing, so he slowly warmed up with a few people.

"So you're looking for Widow Yang?!" When the man heard the intentions of several people, he said very obscenely: "It is your blessing that you met me today!" That Yang widow is a well-known spicy flower in ten miles and eight towns, you better not look for this relative! ”

That's not right! The soul of Widow Yang's husband said that she was a chaste martyr?! Could it be that there is a mistake in memory? Or does the husband not know anything at all?!

It's not just Yiqing who is puzzled, Yilan and the bunting are also suspicious.

The old coachman didn't know Yiqing's intentions, but insisted on visiting his distant cousin-in-law and cousin.

"Gotcha! I'll take you! But well, if you can't leave, don't rely on me! And you're going to show me the money......"

So the old coachman took out the twenty greasy boys, and added ten more to himself.

Han Zile's eyebrows opened and smiled, and he talked about all kinds of gossip and meat jokes along the way, "That Widow Yang is actually quite pitiful, no one cares after the death of the family, and Widow Yang dragged her sick son to start this meat business!" I can't stop it if I want to stop it in the future......"

"Why?" Zhang Zetian asked rhetorically: "Why can't you stop?!" ”

The crowd did not answer.

This kind of thing, after crossing the first hurdle, the shame will become more and more indifferent in the future! What's more, there are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and the fake will also be passed on as true!

Coming to a low house, the man whispered, "It's here!" This is the former Yizhuang, where Widow Yang lived after being kicked out by her uncle...... Get! I've got to go! I can't run away if she sees me! ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard a strong woman's voice coming from inside the house, "Stinky old dog! Fucking peeking at the old lady again! Get the hell out of here! ”

The man twisted his way over in embarrassment, "This woman is Widow Yang!" ”

I saw a young woman with heavy makeup coming out of the house: one foot on the threshold, one foot standing in the house, pinching her waist, a Sun Erniang look! Widow Yang was dressed in a bright red coarse cloth garment, and a faint cleavage could be seen under the open neckline.

"Oops! My heart! Didn't I bring your relatives here, how could I make a mistake in front of your relatives?! The man, the stinky old dog, explained to Widow Yang.

Widow Yang looked disdainful, slapped the man, and said, "Phew! My relatives are dead! Who's the fuck impersonating today? Beware of the old lady pinching him with her legs! ......" was followed by something even more unbearable.

Yiqing's expression is as usual, I haven't seen anything on Weibo in my last life! But others are eager to plug their ears.

The man saw that Widow Yang aimed the artillery at Yiqing and his party, so he quickly escaped with a crawl.

"What a fucking bad luck! It's a group of old bastards of the Yang family who are looking for trouble! Sensei nonsense! Say, I'll give you money or play with you?! Impatiently, Widow Yang pulled her neckline wider, revealing the dirty, blackened red belly pocket.

The old coachman was older, sighed when he saw this situation, and pulled Zhang Zetian, who was also a man, to turn around and leave.

The rest are women, Yi Lan walked in front of Widow Yang, grabbed the other party's hand and pressed it to his chest: the same woman, the same hard-working woman, Yi Lan knew that the other party had a last resort to give up on himself like this.

The colorful flag helped the two of them to control the wind, Yiqing walked up to Widow Yang and said, "Have you glued the broken silver ticket under the bed?" The rouge paste on it is too slippery, if you really can't do it, let the pawnshop guy Dog Leftovers help you! ”

Widow Yang was stunned, this was the last question of her man the night before he went to prison, and no third person knew about it except herself.

"Who are you? What the hell are you trying to do?! ”