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Wang Qingguo and the villagers of Huadong Village were immediately dumbfounded, looking at the people in Sanxin Village sitting on the ground indifferently, talking and laughing.

Some even lay down, their shirts pulled off, revealing their broad chests.

What should I do now?

Wang Qingguo turned his back and frowned tightly.

"Captain, what now?"

Some villagers dragged Wang Qingguo aside, anxious and angry.

If these people in Sanxin Village really have an accident here, they will definitely not be able to get out of it, and maybe they will be punished by their superiors, the situation in the village is not optimistic, if they cause trouble again, how will they live in the future.

"What to do? I know what to do? Wang Qingguo's mood was very chaotic now, and his tone was very impulsive, and the villagers shrank back as soon as they were scolded.

Although Wang Qingguo is strong, he is dedicated to the welfare of the people in the village, and although his methods are sometimes disgraceful, he is still very prestigious in Huadong Village.

A few women such as Nian Hua and Ye Zimei were not as unparticular as those men, they found a slightly cleaner place and sat down cross-legged.

The sun is in full bloom, and the big guys are very hot under the sun, and they are all sweating profusely, and the New Year's pictures are similar, and their faces are red.

Seeing this situation, Wang Qingguo's people in the distance snorted coldly, laughed secretly, and said to the villagers in Huadong Village: "Let them bask like this first, and if they can't die, I don't believe they can consume it like this!" ”

It's just so dry, and the New Year's paintings are very boring, and the women of Liang Yin and Ye Zimei have long been listless.

The New Year's painting turned his mind and said to them, "Shall I tell you a story to pass the time?" ”

As soon as these people heard the story, although their spirits did not rise immediately, they all pricked up their ears, and even those big men were a little bored and couldn't sit still, so they urged one after another.

"What story? Hurry up and tell us about it! ”

In this era, spiritual civilization is extremely scarce, and it is already very rare to be able to watch two big dramas a year.

As for the stories I have heard, most of them are those that have been passed down orally from generation to generation, and I have long been tired of hearing them.

There are also those programs and stories of the entertainment propaganda team, most of which are clichés, similar to learning from good examples, what etiquette and morality, good pioneer deeds, veterans' demeanor, etc.....

But even these stories sound interesting to the villagers every time, because there are so few opportunities to listen to them.

Seeing the expectant looks of those old men, the New Year's painting paused for a while.

Originally, she was going to talk about a boss she had seen, but if she let these big men listen to this kind of boss romance, she always felt as if something was wrong, and if she couldn't say it, she would be misunderstood and besieged by this group of bosses.

Therefore, the New Year's painting is entangled in this, and I can only find a story that is more suitable for both men and women to listen to, but I still can't think of it.

Who made her watch all the female frequencies?

This is really sad New Year's painting.

Journey?

The classic is a very classic, suitable for men and women of all ages, but the difficulty is too low, pass!

Red Mansion?

Forget it, I still don't know anything about it!

Three Kingdoms Water Margin?

When will girls read this kind of book?

"New Year's paintings, hurry up?"

A group of big men were urging on the side, looking at the New Year's paintings without saying a word, they were all anxious.

The New Year's painting looked left and right, trying to find some inspiration, but unexpectedly saw the row of mounds on the ridge, a large mound below, and a small clay hat similar to an inverted cone stood on it.

As soon as I painted the New Year, I recognized that this was a rural grave, and an idea came out of my mind in an instant.

"Listen, everyone, I'm going to tell you a story about tomb robbing, and the name of this story is called Tomb Robbery Notes."