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Of course, Zhang Guixiang didn't believe it, and was very disdainful.

"You want to lie to me! Let's go in the next life! When the old lady used this trick, you were still in your mother's womb! Go home and eat meat. ”

As a result, when I looked down, I realized that the piece of pork was really missing.

At this time, she thought of what the New Year painting said, and when she turned around, she saw that the dog had run out a hundred meters away, but she could still see the pork that the dog was holding.

"Stop, you dead dog, put down my meat!"

Zhang Guixiang was so anxious that she didn't even want the car, so she chased in the direction of the dog.

Don't look at Zhang Guixiang's fat growth, when it's really fat, she runs really fast, like a rolling ball of meat.

A man and a dog chased for hundreds of meters, causing people along the way to come out and watch.

"Guixiang, what are you doing?"

"Guixiang, what are you doing with animals?"

"Guixiang, that dog dug up your ancestral grave?"

Zhang Guixiang didn't care about the ridicule of these people at all, and chased the dog to the death.

"Stop, catch you and see that I don't pick your skin, dare to steal my mother's meat!"

In the end, Zhang Guixiang really caught up, and the dog may have never seen Zhang Guixiang so persistent, and the four dog's legs were a little swinging.

For the sake of his dog's life, he still dropped the piece of meat and fled for his life alone.

The piece of pork was lying in the middle of the road, and Zhang Guixiang sat next to it distressedly, stroking it over and over again.

"My meat!"

This piece of pork has been carried by the dog for so long, and the surface has long been covered with dirt, but Zhang Guixiang doesn't mind at all.

It's just a little dirty, and you can still eat it after washing.

When she picked up the pork from the ground, she realized that it was not just dirt and dust, but also a lot of shit and chicken shit sticking to it.

"Guixiang, can you still eat this meat? Let's throw it away. Someone passing by persuaded.

"Why can't you eat it? Are you trying to trick me into throwing it away and then you secretly pick it up? Zhang Guixiang not only did not appreciate it, but also suspected that others had ulterior motives.

The man was so stunned by Zhang Guixiang that he had to walk away.

When Liang Yin and Ye Zimei saw Zhang Guixiang like this, most of the anger in their hearts immediately disappeared.

Although he teased Zhang Guixiang for a while, he still felt that Zhang Guixiang couldn't be so cheap for nothing.

As soon as she finished eating, she excused herself to go out to eliminate food and wander around, and came to the vicinity of Yang Juhua's house.

Yang Juhua happened to be watering the vegetables planted on the land reserved for her family.

"Aunt Chrysanthemum, have you eaten it?"

Well, the New Year's painting can't think of what words to start with, only the most common greetings.

"Just finished eating! What are you doing here? ”

"I've just finished eating, so I'm out for a stroll and get rid of my appetite."

After talking about a lot of non-nutritious conversations, the New Year's painting got to the point: "Aunt Chrysanthemum, have you found that medicine mill?" ”

When she mentioned this matter, Yang Juhua became angry: "Oh, don't mention it, I didn't find it, it must have been stolen by me from the eighth generation!" ”

"Isn't the medicine mill very valuable? Last time I went to the house of the third uncle and third aunt, I saw them grinding sesame seeds, but as soon as they saw me, they panicked, and the sesame seeds were no longer grinding, and they took the medicine mill back to the room and hid it. Tell me, I don't borrow medicine from them, why are they panicking? ”

"Let me tell you, the medicine mill in our family has been handed down from our ancestors for many years, and it can be regarded as an antique. But no matter how valuable it is, we won't sell it! ”

Yang Juhua suddenly came back to her senses: "Wait, New Year's painting, what does the medicine mill you just said look like?" ”