After the basket was carried into Dongxue Hall, Zhao Shui'er drove the guards out, closed the door, and then strode to the basket, and then grabbed Pang Yuexiang's two ears and pulled him straight out, and asked:

"Say, which flower girl did you provoke again?"

"No, no...... Ben Xiang has reformed!"

Pang Yuexiang was pulled to the side of the bed and screamed on the bed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Forget, forget the grass!"

At the moment when the pain was unbearable, he stretched out his big hand and hurriedly pointed to the inside of the basket.

Zhao Shui'er was overjoyed when she heard the forgetful grass, threw him down and hurriedly ran over, grabbing handfuls of heart-shaped green leaves and blood-red rhizomes one after another, and was extremely happy.

Immediately afterwards, Pang Yuexiang found a piece of clothing to put on, got up unhurriedly and described the details to her.

"I see...... It's hard work!"

While screaming sweetly in shame, Zhao Shui'er threw herself into the arms of the city lord.

The next day, Pang Yuexiang and Zhao Shui'er began to get busy, ordering people to pull out all the original green weeds in the Houhua Mountain in the north of Dongxuetang, and the two of them dug pits with their own hands to plant the forgetful weeds in the twenty-five baskets one by one. Erbao and the kitchen workers each poured a bucket of water.

In the end, when there were still a few loveless grasses left and there was no place to plant, Zhao Shui'er laughed and grabbed them and said to Pang Yuexiang:

"Mrs. Ben is going to see you eat the forgetfulness grass with your own eyes, and forget about the little sluts who should be forgotten!"

"Ah, hehe, good!"

Pang Yuexiang stood up three times and smiled bitterly at her.

Next, every time Pang Yuexiang was handed a forgetful grass in his hands, he first looked at the sky and thought about it seriously, while shouting out the person's name, and then threw the grass into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and closed his eyes.

"Pass!"

When Zhao Shui'er knocked on his head, Pang Yuexiang slowly opened his eyes.

"Qing'er ......"

"Green ......"

"Lan'er ......"

"Zi'er ......"

"Hong'er ......"

......

Later, Pang Yuexiang hesitated every time he thought of key people.

"Hurry up! Eat! shout!"

Zhao Shui'er was urging as if she was dying.

Pang Yuexiang had too many pink beauties, so that the forgetfulness grass in Zhao Shui'er's hand was quickly used up, and then he had to bend down and pull out the forgetfulness grass that had just been planted and hand it to him.

Gradually, it is estimated that the city lord has eaten thousands of green grasses, and he covered his stomach and wanted to vomit, and the door of his brain was knocked on, but Zhao Shui'er still insisted.

"Isn't it?"

In the end, Zhao Shui'er saw that he was about to spit out all the forgetful grass he had eaten, and remembered all the lovers he had just forgotten, and he felt that he had indeed forgotten almost everything, so he asked softly.

"Yes, there's another one!"

Pang Yuexiang exclaimed.

"Who?"

Zhao Shui'er pulled out the grass so much that his back hurt, he bent down and got up, bent down and straightened up again, and asked suspiciously as he put the grass into his hand.

"Water, water......"

As soon as he finished shouting, Pang Yuexiang looked up into the sky and threw the grass to his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Shui'er was anxious when she heard this, and scolded viciously:

"A big rice pot without conscience!"

While screaming angrily, she kicked Pang Yuexiang back to Dongxue Hall with three steps and two feet.

And from that day on, Zhao Shuier lived a reassuring and happy life.

More than ten miles south of the tall and lush woods of Xiaoyao Road, in the courtyard of Mutou Village, Langmu is in full swing with a big saw sawing the cut trees one by one into wooden planks, and then putting them together into tables, chairs, and cabinets.

In this village, many people in the neighborhood come to the courtyard every day to pick up the furniture they have set in advance.

In addition to going to the forest to cut down trees all day long, Lang Mutou only nests in his compound to do work. But all the furniture he made was given to everyone for free. In order to show their gratitude, the villagers would always bring him bags of grain and rice.

Lang wood is very edible.

Late one night, Lang Mutou was so tired that he rubbed his back and went straight to the hut at the entrance of his compound to fall asleep.

His courtyard never needed to be guarded, and everyone respected the fruits of his labor very much, and no one moved around if it was not their own.

Early the next morning, as soon as the rooster had crowed twice, Lang Mu turned over and jumped out of bed as usual, moved his body, and then went out of the house.

Smelling a few sips of the familiar and favorite sawdust smell in his yard, he was full of energy, looked around, and was about to do his work, but suddenly found that the dozen or so tables, chairs, and small stools that had been made last night in the wide shed in the corner of the yard had disappeared!

"Strange!"

He raised his hand and scratched his long, square head, puzzled.

"None of the neighbors have stolen anything from me before, and they have even asked me again and again for instructions when they need firewood for cooking, but where are those tables, chairs, and small stools?"

With a simple face, he was depressed, but he was not discouraged, and continued to hold the big saw and work seriously.

"Li Wujia's tables and chairs should be picked up this afternoon, I have to redo them!"

The more I thought about him, the more anxious I became, and I was engrossed in it.

Slowly, the morning sun climbed higher and higher from the eastern sky, spilling a golden light onto his forehead, illuminating the glittering beads of sweat, and the waves of wood did not bother to wipe it.

Gradually, the sun shone brightly in the sky, and slowly deviated to the west, and the waves of wood were like supermen beaten by iron, and they did not stop.

In the afternoon, the men of the Li Wu family came to the courtyard with joyful faces, touched the top surfaces of the smooth and neat tables and chairs over and over again, and knocked on the sturdy table legs "dangdang", and soon couldn't put it down.

"Brother Wood has worked hard! this is a little bit of our heart, take it!"

As he spoke, the boss of the Li family took out a large amount of silver and stuffed it into his wooden coat pocket.

"No, no, no, you can't spend it! so much grain and rice in the house will rot if you don't eat it. ”

Lang Mutou pushed the silver back without much effort, straightened up with sweat on his face, slightly frowned, and said with a sigh of relief:

"I was lazy and went to bed early last night, so I just finished your work, so let's use it quickly!"

"Thank you so much Brother Wood. We might as well obey our fate!"

The boss of the Li Five Family finished speaking warmly, and ordered the men who followed him to empty the tables and chairs in the shed in the courtyard.

When they quickly disappeared at the gate of the compound, Lang Mutou was worried again, staring at the wide empty shed and feeling lost for a moment, and suddenly remembered:

"The ten cabinets of Zhao Liu's family should come to pick up early tomorrow morning, and it won't be long before it gets dark, and I have promised people. ”

After returning to the house and hurriedly eating a few bites of cold food, Lang Mutou went into the courtyard to work hard.

At dusk, there were just three finished cabinets in the large shed. Lang Mutou's crooked, long, square head looked there and continued to bury his head.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight covers all directions like a big screen. On the screen, Lang Mutou performed endlessly.

And about early in the morning, the sky began to brighten slightly, the sky gradually showed a pure pale blue, and the waves of wood were finished, and they creaked up and went back to the house.

He didn't eat, he lay down and slept.

But I felt that I had just entered a half-dream, and suddenly there was a noisy moving sound in the courtyard!

He swooped to his feet, jumped out of bed, and exited the house.

Standing in the vague courtyard, everything seems to be calm again. After stopping and thinking for a moment, he was startled, and hurried to the wide shed in three steps and two feet, afraid to find that the ten cabinets in the shed had been stolen again!

Lang Mutou suddenly burned in anger, turned his legs and kicked a large horizontal log in the courtyard into the air, kicked it to pieces, and then climbed over the wall and was discharged from the hospital, chasing wildly.

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