The sun has completely set.

The winter days are short, and there are only a few leaves left on the branches of the trees on the mountain.

When the last light disappeared, the red lanterns hanging high in the stockade lit up.

The things that should be washed at the kitchen door have been washed, and only Aunt Liu is cleaning up the rotten vegetable stalks on the ground.

And Aunt Ji and the others hid in to taste pastries and meat.

Aunt Liu threw a bucket of hanging water into the well, and scolded at the same time: "What, I am the youngest together, should I sweep the tail?" This hand has been frozen for a day, and it is about to crack! ”

A bucket of water was hung and poured on the muddy floor.

Who would have thought that the first yellowish thing in the water would flow out with the water?

At first, Aunt Liu thought it was fallen leaves, and swept it twice with a broom, but found that it was stuck to the ground and did not move.

She was already angry, and raised her foot and ran it on the ground twice, trying to shovel it away with her leg.

Unexpectedly, after the thing was wet, it was thin and sticky, and it couldn't be shoveled off by the feet.

Aunt Liu had no choice but to throw away the broom, squatted down and picked it with her hands: "What the hell is it?" Who threw a piece of paper into the well? ”

With her shouting, everyone in the kitchen ran out.

Aunt Liu has never read, and most of the people in the kitchen are illiterate.

So, how can there be paper in this place?

Aunt Liu curiously took the small piece of paper, turned around, and relied on the faint light in the lantern to discern that there seemed to be handwriting on it.

"What? Isn't it just a piece of broken paper? ”

Aunt Liu said: "There are words, and the paper seems to have been folded." ”

Aunt Ji also leaned over: "It seems that someone tore it from somewhere, it is incomplete, what is written?" ”

I'm afraid that the literate person here is the chef who stir-fries, and everyone called him out one after another.

He took the paper, looked at it for a long time, and with great difficulty, said, "Down, down—the rest can't be seen, it's wet with water." ”

Even if it is written on charcoal, it is not easy to blur the ink, but after soaking for too long, there are more strokes on the two words, so they are mixed together.

What's more critical is -

The chef said in disgust: "The person who writes can't write, and the words are too ugly." ”

Because the words are ugly, even if they are not wet, they may not be able to be distinguished.

Aunt Liu wrung her eyebrows: "Where is it?" What words do you have to be behind to form a sentence? ”

"In the rice, in the soup, in the field, in the water, isn't that all a sentence?"

Aunt Ji grabbed her: "You are funny, a small note, and you want to entangle a story?" ”

"Don't say it, that last word, according to your description, really looks like a Chinese word."

The cook answered, took the paper and looked at it for a while.

When people think about something with their own thinking, they will only become more and more like.

The chef is like this, the more he looks at it, the more he thinks it is right: "It's the word!" But the former word, the scope is too wide, and it drags the pen, and it is really difficult to recognize. ”

No matter how you guess, the third word is also mindless.

Aunt Ji felt that they were just wasting time in this cold, so she couldn't help urging: "It's just a piece of broken paper, what's the use of guessing it." ”

At this time, Zhao Hu also entered the door, saw a bunch of people gathered together, and shouted: "What are you doing, what are you doing?" Lazy, huh? Waiting for the food to be served, you're still inking here?! ”

Hearing Zhao Hu's voice, how dare they delay, and quickly dispersed.

Only Aunt Liu stuffed the note in her hand into Zhao Hu's hand before leaving: "Brother Zhao Hu, the paper caught in the well, I don't know if there is a famous hall, check it for you." ”

Paper?

Zhao Hu lowered his head, and in his hand was a yellowed piece of torn paper.

It's just that he is literate, and he has seen more things.

What he saw was different from what the women were looking at, and in addition to the contents of those few eye-catching carbon writings, there were also some original contents on this piece of paper.

That's a picture.

It depicts a man and a woman.

Those brothers who are used to serving by the side all know that Peng Yang has some habits.

Love beauty, but also love spring. Palace.

Although the content on this piece of paper is not perfect, Zhao Hu has seen it in the miscellaneous books in Peng Yang's house.

In other words, the book is from the Boss's house.

Who has the audacity to tear up the boss's book?

He thought about it in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, several people in the kitchen had already brought food to the hall in front of him.

Today, everyone gathered together and had a banquet in the front hall.

Before Fang came to urge the dishes, Peng Yang worshiped heaven and earth with Qingjiu.

I'm waiting in the hall for the food to be served.

Before they could get closer, they could hear a commotion, and they all started to make noises.

Fang just worshipped the church, and Qingjiujiu had inconvenience in his legs and feet, so he could only bend over to be considered a ceremony.

So now the brothers below are coaxing, asking for a sip of wine and kissing Peng Yang.

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Pro-Peng Yang?

The smell of welding fumes on his body, he was about to vomit after smelling the wine for a day.

reluctantly disobeyed his conscience and nodded to him to marry, and silently recited to the Bodhisattva countless times in his heart: I was forced, and I can't take it seriously.

As a result, he is now forced to kiss Peng Yang.

Peng Yang was on the side, looking at her expectantly.

Qingjiujiu was drumming up and down, thinking about how to avoid the past, and thinking about whether the Ji Shi banquet was reliable or not.

Could it be that people are so stupid that they can't even read words?

No, he still remembers his name, and he also knows to ask the doctor to buy medicine.

It shows that normal common sense is still known.

It's just four words, it's not difficult to understand at all.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside, accompanied by a burst of aroma, that it was finally time to start the table.

Qingjiu patted his hand: "The dishes are coming, don't the big bosses eat first?" ”

The gang of hecklers are still yelling: "Kiss one! The boss is still waiting for his sister-in-law's autumn wave! ”

Do you know what Qiubo is, you just shout nonsense??

Peng Yang stretched out his hand and put her hand into his palm: "You have worshiped heaven and earth, you should call your husband, call your husband to listen." ”

Who is going to call you!!

But with the silence of Qing Jiujiu's embarrassed smile, her hand was held tighter and tighter by Peng Yang, and even tightened a little painfully.

She still had to endure it before it settled.

So she smiled and squeezed out two words from her teeth: "Husband..... Monarch. ”

As thin as a mosquito.

"What is the lady shouting? I didn't hear it, husband, did you hear it?! ”

The coaxing below was even more energetic: "No! ”

Qingjiujiu was forced to be helpless, so he could only raise his anger and let out a loud voice: "Husband! ”

The voice was full of anger, and Peng Yang was stunned.

The woman's voice is like a hook, and it softly burrows into the ears, which simply makes the man's blood rush.

Peng Yang immediately grabbed Qingjiujiu into his arms, hugged it and kissed it.

Qingjiu is like a great enemy.

She also had some of the drugs she had developed last night, and she planned to use them on Peng Yang tonight if Ji Shiyan didn't succeed.

Anyway, no matter what, she definitely can't let Peng Yang succeed.

Now that he was in this posture, as if he was about to swallow her alive before she could enter the cave, she couldn't help but probe into the drug in her arms.

The brothers at the bottom let out a burst of heckling, making it clear that they wanted to watch a good show.

Qing wine and wine against the chest of the season banquet, delicate. "Husband, so many people are here—"

"Eat your food and drink your wine!"

After Peng Yang finished yelling, Aunt Ji brought the food of the main seat to the table.