Zhao Xiaohe also came out of the supply and marketing cooperative, looking at the car that was slipping away from the smoke in front of him, he couldn't help muttering: "Who is Ye Xia?" Where have I heard this name? "Forget it, I don't want to, anyway, people didn't go to the police station to ask them for help, so I want to be sure to find someone.

After receiving Ye Mingyi's call, Qi Boren was so happy that he congratulated him as soon as he heard that he had found him and would be able to meet soon.

In the 60s, there were not many cars, especially in the communes and villages below the county level, and it was rare to see the shadow of cars, but in the past two months, Shuanghuai Village has come to the car twice, which has undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people in the village.

"Niu Wangniang, why did I see a car driving into our village, your eyes are brighter than mine, take a quick look, see if I am wrong."

The dog leftover girl wore a straw hat and wiped her sweat in the ground with a hoe, while looking fixedly in the direction of the entrance of the village.

"What's there to see, it's mostly Song Zhiqing's car."

The hoe was thrown on the ground, and Hu Da Horn sat on the hoe to rest, and replied to the dog leftover mother without saltiness.

"The conditions of Song Zhiqing's family are really good, if my family is bigger, I will find Song Zhiqing to be my family's son-in-law."

"You're dreaming."

When Hu Da Horn heard the words of the dog leftover, he sneered and said: "With the appearance of your tiger girl, even if she is the same age as Song Zhi's youth, other people's parents will not agree to their son marrying a rural girl as a daughter-in-law." "She's not fighting the dog's leftover mother, she's really telling the truth.

"Although my family tiger girl is not outstanding, she is at least above average in our village, why can't she have a son-in-law like Song Zhiqing?"

The dog leftover girl looked at Hu Da Horn with some displeasure.

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Hu Da Horn said, raising his eyebrows: "People are from the city, sooner or later they will have to go back, even if our baby grows into a fairy, it may not be able to enter the eyes of others, okay, even if the two dolls can look at each other, but the elders of the man's family will be willing to marry their children to a rural female doll to drag them back?" ”

"Men and women marrying are nothing more than living together, what can you drag back, you, don't say those cool words to me, I just said that, besides, how old is my tiger girl, I have to wait a few years to get married." The dog leftover mother didn't plan to be serious with Hu Da Horn, after all, the two of them can be counted, and they made a fuss with the old sister for a sentence that didn't have much malicious intent, so that others didn't want to tell the jokes, and she didn't want to do it in her own heart, so she took a step back, played haha, and turned the page on the topic that the two just talked about, and asked: "I heard that you are giving your Xiaoling a look at the object recently, what's the matter, do you have a fancy?" ”

"What use do I have, the dead girl said, if she doesn't nod her head for a day, I won't want to marry her off for a day." Speaking of his daughter, Hu Da Loudspeaker was very worried.

Gou Yuniang looked left and right, and saw that no one around was paying attention to her and Hu Da Horn, so she lowered her voice and said, "Your little Lingzi shouldn't talk to herself, right?" ”

“…… Pure nonsense, is my daughter the kind of girl who can't carry clearly? ”

Hu Da Horn was stunned at first, and then pulled down his face.

"Okay, you should be too talkative, in fact, the current babies have big ideas, and we parents are getting more and more out of control!"

The dog leftover mother smiled wryly, then muttered, and did not speak again.

(End of chapter)