The poor ghost Mao Changsheng took the hand of the scissor ghost, followed the gut-pumping ghost, and in the blink of an eye, floated back to the mountain bag.

The scissors ghost plum fragrance no longer suffers from the pain of a broken throat, his heart is full of joy, and the evil breath is gone, accompanying the poor ghost to sit on the branches of the big pine tree, bathing in the night breeze, watching the meteors fly away in the distant sky, it seems particularly comfortable and satisfied.

The poor ghost said that he would take her to see the flowers and the moon, but he could not see the flowers or the moon at this time, but he was satisfied and did not want to investigate it any more.

The poor ghost always feels that he is dreaming, holding the hand of the scissor ghost, and does not want to relax for a moment, looking at the gaze of the scissor ghost, and does not want to swim away for a moment.

In the previous life, the poor ghost and the scissor ghost both lived so hard, they were all worried about survival, struggling, and busy, it can be said that they had not had a good day, during this time, they confided in each other, learned each other's "stories", and they had a kind of attachment to each other.

Meng Haodong, a gut-pumping ghost, is well-informed and knowledgeable, so he naturally won't go to the scenery, so he avoided it from a distance and smoked a cigar quietly.

Later, the poor ghosts such as the gut smoker complained to the scissor ghost for a while, and after being a little tired, he coughed dryly to attract attention, to avoid embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Brother Mao, you value love and righteousness, and you gave the money you got with your life to those three girlfriends, and you probably don't have much money." Well, it doesn't seem to be a big deal at the moment, I'll advance you a sum of money, and you can take your baby on your honeymoon. ”

There was a disturbance in the air in his right hand, and there was an extra bundle of dark coins in his hand, which was not less than five million.

The poor ghost's eyes lit up, and he was not busy picking it up, he looked at the scissors ghost Mei Yixiang gently, and asked, "Shall we also go to various places to enjoy the fun of the two ghost worlds?"

Such a beautiful thing, among the ten female ghosts, there will definitely be ten female ghosts who agree, but Mei Yixiang shook her head and said quietly: "In my previous life, I wandered around, and I have been to too many other parties, and I am not interested in traveling. We are all sons and daughters of poor families, and we don't need to blindly imitate the rich and rich ghosts, and spend our hard-earned money casually. With the company of a good friend, you will be happy when you go to the barren mountains and mountains, and if you are not accompanied by a good friend, you will feel lonely and want to cry when you go to a prosperous city like a dream. ”

"Alas, you will be a good wife and mother. The poor ghost is actually not interested in tourism or anything, which is exactly what he wants, patting the scissor ghost on the shoulder, "With you by your side, everywhere you go is traveling, and you feel fresh and happy." ”

"Congratulations on your match. The gut-pumping ghost yawned, waved his hand and retracted the coin, and said, "I don't want to travel far, stay in this place, and I will see a lot of good things—I have more right-hand men, and I have more confidence to work hard." Let's talk slowly, I've always been a little overdrunk, and I'll have to go and get some sleep to recharge my energy and deal with tomorrow's chores. ”

Meng Hao, the gut-pumping ghost, left the old pine tree in winter, suddenly got into an ancient tomb, and lay down in someone else's coffin with a big smile and fell asleep.

"I'm talking about 'overdrinking' again," muttered the poor man, "I don't like to hear it the most." Such a low-level and interesting boast should not be shown in front of a lady. ”

"What are you afraid of," Scissorghost chuckled, "and it won't be long before you can boast about yourself and say, 'I'm a little too drunk.'" You know what? This is the unspoken rule of high society, and if you keep saying that you are 'overly drunk,' will others think that you are rich and powerful. ”

When he said this, a carmine appeared on his face.

"Yes, yes, with such a beautiful wife, I will soon be overly drunk. The poor ghost turned his anger into joy, and his eyebrows danced, "I have lived so long, and some things are still ignorant, you have to teach me more in the future." I know that if I drink too much, I will be dizzy, my limbs will be weak, and my face will be dark, but I will know too much about it or something, and I hope that Ms. Mei will give me more advice. ”

Scissor Ghost twisted a little, looked around, saw that there were no ghosts around, and lowered his voice and said: "You are so old, what are you still modest? Excessive modesty is pride! Alas, I have cut many men's things, but I don't know what they do. I will have to rely on my big brother to teach me a lot of things in the future. My mother died young, and my father beat and scolded me, so many people think I'm smart, but I'm actually an idiot......"

When it comes to sadness, it's a little sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, whatever I know, I'll teach you slowly. The poor ghost gently grabbed the scissorghost by the waist, "Come, I'll teach you to kiss." This is what the tongue-puller taught me, and it almost killed me. Of course, you have to be gentle, I'd rather be a poor ghost than a merry ghost. ”

Scissors Ghost's face turned red, and he took away the poor ghost's hand, jumped onto another pine tree, and suddenly put his hand over his ear, and said strangely, "Listen, what the hell is it?"

The poor ghost listened quietly, heard a series of vigorous vibrations from far and near, entered Yanhuang Village, nodded and said, "It seems that some large vehicles have entered this village. ”

As soon as I jumped to the top of the ancient pine, I condescendingly looked at the country road at the foot of the mountain, and saw more than 50 large carts, lined up in a long convoy, entering the village in a mighty way—those carts, some covered with tents, covering bed frames, quilts, food, cooking utensils, etc., more than ten were exposed, on which were brand-new large excavators and loaders, and several other cars were filled with machine-processed shelves, square wood strips, and some steel pipes and fasteners.

"It looks like they're going to stay for a long time, they're going to build on a large scale. Scissor Ghost hesitated.

"Yes," the gut-pumping ghost excitedly accosted him at the top of another pine tree, "and the people are going to build the resort." ”

"Well, how can it come so quickly?" the poor ghost was a little depressed - this was his hometown in his previous life, and because of his nostalgia, he hoped that his hometown would remain the same as it was, and that it would remain unchanged forever.

"The sooner the better!" the gut-pumping ghost excited, "the day of a windfall is just around the corner!

Getting rich used to be a very touching thing, but now it sounds like a deep sadness for the poor dead.

How many good memories have been shattered by making a fortune!

Get rich, how many lives have become lonely souls, and since then they have wandered and wandered, homeless!

The poor ghost didn't say much to the gut-pumping ghost, but flew down to the scissor-ghost and said sadly, "Let's go down and see!"

Scissorghost grabbed the poor ghost's arm and floated towards the long convoy, snooping in the shadows.

The cars are often in a string, which looks like reptiles from a distance, but up close they are behemoths.

The vehicle entered the middle of the village, then turned to a large open field on the left side of the road and came to a slow stop.

One hundred and ten people came down from the caravan one after another, gathered together under the light of the headlights, and the leaders of the poor dead were those who had already seen it, and it was the leaders of the county party committee, the county government, and the public security personnel in charge of security who had called on the villagers to be injected with "preventive injections" - all of them had a blue nose and swollen face, and even wore band-aids, thinking that they had been rewarded for meritorious deeds in the song and dance hall of the county seat the night before, and then they were drunk and crazy.

The half-bald, short and fat county magistrate Wan seemed to raise his hand and waved, and spoke: "The big thing has not been accomplished, and there is no need to bluff." Take the wine, all the leaders and contractors present, everyone take a sip of wine, it should be regarded as the commencement ceremony of this big project! Those who do great things, do not be informal, and after the resort is completed, everyone will talk about meritorious deeds and raise a glass to drink. ”

The applause burst into applause, and the staff lifted down more than a dozen small bottles of high-end wine from the car, and the people present each picked up a bottle in turn, unscrewed the lid, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine.

The magistrate of Wanyitong County held up the wine bottle and spoke loudly: "For the interests of the country, for the honor of the party, and for the lives of the people in this county, we will open up a new road and build miracles to transform this place into the most outstanding resort in the country." Come, for the sake of common ideals, for the common interests, come and take a sip of wine, and wish our resort an early and successful completion!"

After saying that, he raised the bottle and poured a sip of high wine, and then coughed violently - it didn't seem to be the material for booze, and pretending to be bold would naturally be thankless.

Other leaders or subordinates who were on an equal footing also raised their wine bottles and took a sip, and then followed the example of the county magistrate and coughed violently.

The upward and downward effects look weird and serious, and the poor dead ghost and scissor ghost are jaw-dropping.

"I wish you a victory!" the magistrate slammed the bottle on the steel of the excavator and shattered it into a hundred and ten pieces.

The rest of the personnel monkeys followed suit and smashed the bottles one after another.

The smell of wine in the air was indescribably beautiful, and the poor dead ghost sucked it heavily, and when he didn't suck much, he put his arms around the scissor ghost's neck, staggered, and said dizzily: "I...... I'm a little overdone!"

Scissor Ghost poked the poor ghost's nose with his finger, and said with a smile: "The wine is a little excessive, lustful, but I haven't seen you move, let alone excessive." ”

The poor ghost smiled and said, "When I have scraped together enough money, prepared a car and a house, and married you, it will soon be excessive." ”

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so cumbersome. Scissor Ghost sighed faintly.

In the drunken haze of the poor ghosts, those powerful and fart leaders from the county town whispered a few words, got into the car, and went home.

Why bother coming and going like this?

Of course, in the minds of those officialdom dignitaries, without them, the earth would stop turning.

"This groundbreaking ceremony is really unique. The poor ghost sighed.

"Won't you give me a special wedding ceremony?" asked Scissorghost coquettishly.

"Let's go back to the mountain bag and rest first, there will be more good things in the future." The poor dead wrapped his arms around the Scissorghost's waist, shaking his head and talking about alcohol, "Fuck, I'm really a little overdrunk." ”

Scissor Ghost couldn't stop laughing, laughing and saying, "With me by your side, I'm not afraid that you will be too drunk—I'm afraid that you will cherish yourself too much, dodge, and dare not overdo it!"

What is this? The poor dead man suddenly sobered up most of the time.

When a female ghost seems too generous, the male ghost will always be intimidated.

Thinking of his first kiss - the kiss he had with the tongue-pulling ghost Ma Mengyao for the first time, the poor ghost Ji Lingling shuddered.

The sweetest pleasure is perhaps the closest to being wiped out.