Chapter 7 is again a Lord who listens to tunes and does not listen to preaching

"Qiangzi, this matter can't be nonsense, the stick terrier is going to elementary school next year, and if he wants to spread such a reputation, how will he go to school in the future?"

Just when Qin Huairu's six gods were ownerless, the master who had been standing without speaking finally spoke, Qin Huairu suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, and subconsciously patted his chest.

Although it is winter now, everyone is wearing thick cotton jackets, but Qin Huairu's is big and can stand out.

Just such a simple action instantly attracted the attention of a large group of old men.

"Okay, since you have spoken, then I am talking nonsense." Xu Qiang glanced at the uncle, said with a smile, and walked straight to the backyard.

"Brother, what are you still doing standing, hurry up and go home and cook, I'm dying of hunger."

Xu Damao came back to his senses at this time, and immediately nodded like garlic: "Hey, hey, go home and cook, I'm hungry too." ”

As the two brothers left, everyone in the courtyard also dispersed, only Qin Huairu was still standing still, not because she didn't want to go, but because she was scared and weak, she couldn't take a step.

She didn't dare to think that if the matter of the stick terrier going to the factory to steal scraps just now was confirmed, what else could she expect for the rest of her life?

Xu Qiang, this bastard, how dare he!

As soon as she thought of Xu Qiang, Qin Huairu gritted her teeth with hatred, although the last uncle came forward to relieve her, but as long as you are not stupid, you can know that the stick terrier must have gone to the factory to steal leftovers.

After all, he even said where he went to sell, can he do it fakely?

"Sister Qin, what's wrong with you? Why don't you go in? ”

He Yuzhu, who had just turned around and wanted to enter the house, saw that Qin Huairu was still standing motionless, thinking that she was unhappy in her heart, so she casually comforted:

"Sister Qin, you don't have to be sad, stupid and strong, that little Wang Ba D, just don't have a door on his mouth and talk nonsense, you wait for me to find an opportunity to repair him and give you a meal."

When Qin Huairu heard He Yuzhu say this, he turned his head to look at He Yuzhu, his big round eyes were full of tears, and the pear blossoms brought rain, which had a different flavor.

He Yuzhu subconsciously pursed his lips, and suddenly felt that his body was very hot.

"Zhuzi, what Xu Qiang said today, so many people in the yard have heard it, how can the stick terrier hold his head up when he goes to school in the future?"

Qin Huairu's face was sad and grief-stricken, and the delicate and helpless look on his face made the fire in He Yuzhu's heart rush to his head all of a sudden.

"Sister Qin, don't be sad, the people in the courtyard are not stupid, who can't hear that stupid Qiang is talking nonsense? Let's go in the first house. ”

As He Yuzhu spoke, he was bold and reached out to hold Qin Huairu's shoulder and send her back to the house.

As soon as he got closer, a refreshing fragrance poured into his nasal cavity, and He Yuzhu suddenly felt that his mouth was dry, and he stood up in a daze above his thighs and below his waist.

Another Lord who listens to tunes and does not listen to proclamation!

As a pretty widow, Qin Huairu is naturally clear about the things between men and women, and she knows better what kind of thoughts men have for her.

It's just that men are inherently cheap, and once they get it, they don't cherish it.

Therefore, she has been hanging on to them, giving them a little sweetness from time to time, so that they can see a little hope, and then they will obediently give everything they want.

Others are like this, and so is Silly Zhu.

He Yuzhu naturally didn't know what Qin Huairu was thinking, he helped Qin Huairu into the house, and happened to meet Jia Zhang's gloomy old face, staring at him with a pair of eyes, eager to eat him alive.

Coupled with the slap marks on his face that have not yet dissipated, the whole person looks a little hideous, and he looks like a new ghost who has just died!

"Aunt Jia, I, I'll go out first!"

He Yuzhu noticed Jia Zhang's cannibalistic gaze, sneered, let go of Qin Huairu, and turned around and walked out of the house.

Mom, why is this old witch getting more and more scary?

With a "bang", as soon as the door closed, Jia Zhang's angry scolding sounded in the room:

"Qin Huairu, you slut, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, and want to leave me and my three children to marry Silly Zhu?"

"I tell you, as long as I am here, don't dream about it, you are born as a member of our Lao Jia family, and death is the ghost of our Lao Jia family!"

Qin Huairu lowered her head, wept silently, and didn't say a word.

In the backyard, Xu Qiang entered Xu Damao's house, and the two brothers picked up and started to cook together.

Xu Qiang first stuffed half a pot of rice, soaked the fungus, beat two eggs, took out the potatoes and shredded them, soaked the vermicelli, and washed the bean sprouts he had just bought.

Xu Damao was busy looking for spices, woks, chopsticks, garlic, and salt......

Don't look at his house, which is much cleaner than Xu Qiang's, but that's all on the surface, as we all know, Xu Damao has always been inconsistent from the outside.

As for these few things for stir-frying, he was stunned for half an hour before he found them all.

A vermicelli bean sprouts and shredded potatoes, a scrambled egg, a cold fungus, and two brothers each with a bowl of spiky rice, began to bury their heads in dry rice.

Soon, after eating, Xu Qiang touched his bulging belly, lying comfortably on the kang and didn't want to move.

He had walked through it last night to the present, and it was his first full meal.

Eh, it's all tears, is there a traverser worse than him? I can't even get the first pot of gold!

Xu Damao was a little more diligent than him, and after eating, he finished cleaning up the pot and stove, but saw that his good brother was already lying on the kang and falling asleep.

When Xu Qiang woke up, it was already dark, Xu Damao was not at home, and he didn't know where he was going to eat chicken.

Xu Qiang was excited, and suddenly thought of a very important thing: daughter-in-law.

Yes, Xu Damao hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet, which means that he still has a chance, think about Bai Fumei, think about his terrible appetite for soft rice.

As for the eldest brother's daughter-in-law, he actually has a personal choice for a long time, and he believes that as long as he speaks out at the right opportunity, his brother will definitely be able to accept it.

Got up and walked out of the house, a cold wind blew in his face, Xu Qiang shrank and walked to the next door to open his door.

As soon as he opened the door, a sour and rancid smell instantly poured into his nose, and Xu Qiang subconsciously reached out to cover his nose.

How did the original owner live? With the smell in the house, how did he attract a group of fox friends to drink?

Although the cold wind was swishing into the house, Xu Qiang still opened the doors and windows, went to his brother's house with an enamel basin to get a basin of hot water, found the towel his brother used to wash his face, took a bag of laundry detergent, and entered his room.

"Hoo ......"

Xu Qiang took a deep breath, wet the towel and began to wipe the greasy, dirty and greasy, completely unclear original color, all of which had been pulped.

First there is the Eight Immortals table, then the official hat chair, and then the large wardrobe with double doors, the low cabinet, and the camphor wood box.

Inside and out, up and down, his brother's original white face towel was already pitch black at this time, and the water in the enamel basin had been changed five or six times.

The large pot of hot water that Xu Damao was preparing to come back to wash in the pot had already bottomed out, and a bag of laundry detergent had been used up, but these pieces of furniture finally showed their original color.

After tidying up the boxes and cabinets, he set his eyes on the single bed at the door, and picked up the messy clothes, socks, towels, shoes, toothbrushes, and ointments on the bed and threw them to the door.

A stench that was several times richer than before suddenly dispersed, and Xu Qiang almost closed himself.

And the single bed finally showed its original face, but after seeing the thing in the middle of the bed, Xu Qiang couldn't hold back anymore, and rushed out of the door with a brisk stride to open his mouth and vomit.

I vomited all the rice and vegetables I ate this afternoon.