Liu Shouren, Lian Shan, and Shuzhen all waved their hands again and again, saying that they had to have that ability. Otherwise, if you take a ladder out, won't it be in vain if you can't grasp the opportunity?

Therefore, if this TOEFL is not TOEFL, if you are not kind, you will never mention it in the future.

But it is necessary to move around like friends and relatives.

In a word, as long as a few of them can still read the land of the Liujia Village Production Brigade, and can still read Liu Shouren and Lianshan husband and wife, then the door of the two of them will be open to them at any time to welcome their arrival.

"Don't worry, I just forgot who my surname is, I can't forget Liujia Village, I can't forget you in the village!" Wu Hao grinned, smiling a little honestly.

"No, I was so sick that I wanted to live or die, but I lost a few pieces of penicillin and aspirin in Lianshan. If it weren't for him, where would there still be me Wei Lai? I guess, the grass on the grave must be as deep as a person!" Wei Lai sighed, and this is what the saving grace said. With this, it is enough for him to tie the grass ring, not to mention all kinds of help in the future?

He was blessed before, but even if he got through, it was his turn to repay.

Of course, the big guys have said too much of this kind of thing, and Wei Lai will no longer make some senseless repetitions. Just thinking that ten thousand words are better than deeds, let's prove it with actions.

"Speaking of which, Lianshan and his family are also my Lao Yang's life-saving benefactors......"

Seeing that the big guy had to remember the bittersweet rhythm again, Lao Yang couldn't help but think of the fact that he pretended to be seriously ill and put on the bullock cart in Lianshan with a dead face.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was ridiculed by the group: "What about saving your life? a pretending to be sick, you don't have anything to do if no one saves you, right?"

"No, it's clear that the accountant is not a good match, which makes a Qiao Zong pretend to be sick!"

"Tsk, profiteer, there are more eyes than others. ”

"Speaking of drops, the belly is full of flowers, and the eyeballs are a heart. Fortunately, this ghost is a ghost, but his heart is not bad. Otherwise, he will sell the remaining nine of us without a wilt!"

Everyone was ridiculing Lao Yang, of course, Feng Anhuai, who went to the pigsty before, was the sharpest and most venomous.

Who told that kid to act and not to be a companion, so he was so neatly on camera?

Ya also got into the eyes of Lianshan and Liu Shouren with a gag all the way, and became the deputy director of Liujiacun Down Products Factory.

Exercising the rights of the number one in the name of the deputy or something, the small life is all kinds of ups and downs, it's just so red-eyed, okay!

In the end, Dong Shu, who was still a little kinder, took his gift and diverted his attention, saving Lao Yang from the embarrassing situation of being ridiculed by the group.

As a cultural person in the mouth of Wu Liguo and Lao Yang, Dong Shu's gift is a picture of the rising sun coming to the house room music written by him, and the housewarming couplet of the beginning of the wind and the new things.

"I thought about it for a long time and didn't think about what suitable gift to give, but Feng Ju, who was still the best at painting, said that he wanted to buy rice paper and paint for you. If the courtesy is light and affectionate, it can also add a bit of brilliance to your house. I just remembered that I had been practicing calligraphy for a few years. It's not too well written, don't dislike it!" was praised by Shuzhen twice, and Dong Shu rubbed his hands a little crampedly.

"Whatever is truly gifted is an immortal treasure for the two of us. And Brother Dong's words are written vigorously and freely, and the pen is full of ink, and it looks like this has been soaked in lewd for many years. It's almost the same to frame and treasure it well, where will you dislike it?" "What about the handwritten book of the future great writer, is that what ordinary people can have?

"Hey, you have to be cautious about this kid's two strokes of spring worms and autumn snakes, and you have to be cautious about collecting them, and you can't keep the calligraphy and paintings of Fengju as heirlooms!"

The damaged Dong Shu was helpless, who told him to owe it before, saying that it was really more cheesy to give face or something?

If you dare to despise Wu Lao's temper, you have to be prepared to be ridiculed back.

It doesn't matter if you do it intentionally or unintentionally.

Fortunately, although the old man Wu has a violent temper, he only takes back two and a half cents when he lends out a piece, and he will never get worse. As long as you stand up and be ridiculed, even if this matter is turned over, there is no such thing as settling accounts after the autumn.

After getting along for several years, Shuzhen and Lianshan obviously also know Wu Liguo's temperament.

knew that Dong Shu must have unintentionally made the old man unhappy, so he suffered retaliation.

No one thought about stepping on the minefield, so they quickly followed his words and focused their eyes on Feng Ju and the two scrolls he was holding.

Feng Ju, who has always been taciturn, has rarely become the focus of everyone's burning eyes, is a little unaccustomed. He cleared his throat and said slightly uncomfortably: "A little heart, please don't dislike it." ”

Lian Shanlian said, how could it be? It was a great honor for the two of them to come.

Reaching out to untie the ribbon tied to the scroll, he slowly unfolded the scroll.

A landscape painting of the rising sun, a picture of the morning plum with the famous poem "Fortune Operator Yongmei" by the great leader.

As soon as they opened it, Liu Shouren and Liu Shouyi praised loudly.

He also said that he knew that it was Mr. Fengju's handwriting, but if he didn't know, he thought it was the real work of that famous master.

Looking at the small two-character seal of Wutong on the painting, Shuzhen blurted out excitedly: "What is the need to think that Mr. Wutong is a famous person in the world." The kind that overshadows Qi Shi and surpasses Zhang Qian!"

After a long burst of coughing, I felt that the room full of people were looking at me with sycophants and cowhiders, including Feng Ju himself, who was highly praised.

Shuzhen frowned: "Don't believe this, don't say anything else, Mr. Fengju's style that seems to have brought landscape painting to life, and makes people feel particularly comfortable when they look at it." In time, it will inevitably be a big fire, the kind that Qi Shi and Zhang Qian can't catch up!"

As evidenced by the works that have been repeatedly photographed at sky-high prices, we haven't spoken at all!

Of course, this will be twenty or thirty years from now. But don't delay her, now she will collect the master's masterpieces, right?

However, the people present did not have her front and back eyes, so naturally they didn't think that Fengju, who was nested in Liujia Village, could surpass the two who were already at their peak.

Even Feng Ju, who was praised and praised, only smiled faintly: "It's just a clumsy work, I don't deserve such a reputation for Sister Shuzhen." But my painting can get into your eyes, and it is also a blessing for me and them. If you like it, I'll draw a few more of them. Living room, bedroom study, what style do you like, just tell me. If any of the children in the family have that interest, I can teach them a thing or two......