"What, call Feng Jun to invite someone? I think Uncle Qingshan is really old and confused. Some of the villagers who had already sat down looked at each other, and some couldn't help but complain.

He didn't even need to say it too clearly, and others could understand what he meant in seconds.

Feng Jun is mentally ill, and when the illness occurs, several young adults can't hold it down.

Let a mentally ill person invite someone, and he is not afraid to make jokes.

The man sitting next to him bumped the shoulder of the man who spoke, motioning for him to say less.

Another person at the same table also persuaded: "Don't say so much, save some strength and wait for a while to drink and eat meat, if it weren't for the light of Feng Jun, we wouldn't have this blessing today." ”

"You haven't eaten in hundreds of years? is still stained with his light, what happened to our village that was harmed by the Feng family, and I don't know what Uncle Qingshan thinks. ”

Noticing Village Chief Liu's gaze, the person next to him slapped him on the back of the head, "Smoke your cigarette, you talk a lot." ”

"These people don't have a doorkeeper on their mouths, they love to talk nonsense, Xiaojun, don't take it to heart." Village Chief Liu glared at the person who spoke, turned his head and spoke helplessly.

I can't control the heaven and the earth, and I can't control the mouth that people talk about.

There's not much he can do.

Feng Jun nodded, smiled meaningfully at him, and bent down to put the little suicial treasure in his arms on the ground.

With his feet on the ground again, the little ball frowned, his expression obviously unhappy.

Just when Village Chief Liu thought that she didn't want to take these steps, he heard her say coldly: "Noise." ”

Some people are destined to die sooner or later on that mouth that loves to chew the root of their tongue.

She regretted it a little and came over to meddle with this trip.

"I didn't hear that the little master thought we were arguing, so hurry up and say a few words!" A person who has been following Zhang Dahe all day long opened his mouth through jokes.

moved out of the name of the little master, Rao is someone still has opinions, and he doesn't dare to learn from the previous "seniors", and he talks back with his neck.

The third uncle didn't say it first, Liu Min and the fourth baby are still lying in the village clinic.

They just itch the mouth, not the itchy skin.

Zhang Jinhua looked at them one by one, not to mention how happy she was, and hurriedly beckoned Sui Bao and Jin Changming to sit down.

Noticing the two little ones following Sui Bao, she stared at her in surprise, "Oh, where did you get the New Year's doll!" ”

"What doll?" Gu Yimu twisted his eyebrows when he heard this, and his intuition told him that what the aunt in front of him said should not be a bad thing.

Lu Mojin thought for a moment and explained: "It is equivalent to the couplet of the Spring Festival now." ”

Gu Yimu had seen this thing, and he also helped Gu Zhong when he personally pasted the couplets during the Chinese New Year.

He blinked and said excitedly, "Auntie is complimenting me on my good looks?" ”

Zhang Jinhua really meant this.

But this little doll is also a little narcissistic......

Turning her head to look at her own son who was black and not slipping next to her, there was an expression of disgust on her face in an instant.

The little baby is white and good-looking, what's wrong with narcissism, people have capital!

It's not like her family, except for her personality, and his short-lived ghost is carved out of the same mold.

No wonder I always heard the old man say that you can't find someone who is too ugly, otherwise it is very likely that you will "buy one get one free".

"Sui Bao, you help your aunt take care of the little egg, and I'll carry his grandmother over for dinner." Zhang Jinhua scolded Liu Zhichao again in her heart, and then she was discouraged.

Village Chief Liu was surprised for a moment, and disagreed: "Jinhua, uncle knows that you are filial, but your mother-in-law has just killed her son, and she is probably sad at home." ”

"Who said that?" Zhang Jinhua's eyes widened, patted the shoulder of the little egg next to her, and said, "Son, tell the village chief grandpa what your grandmother said after your father died." ”

Xiaodan said without hesitation: "Just say it." ”

"What are you talking about?" Village Chief Liu asked.

These words are also the heartfelt words of the villagers who pricked up their ears next to them, for fear of missing any gossip.

Especially the age is similar to Liu Zhichao's parents, more than once, I heard that Mr. Liu sighed outside that it was better to give birth to a son than not to give birth to a few people, and I couldn't wait to push the bench and come over directly.

Someone sighed: "Xiao'e was the most fond of Zhichao when she was young, if she wasn't smart and willing to spend money, she would have gone to Jinhua's house more than a dozen times a year, and she wouldn't have been able to marry such a capable and filial daughter-in-law." ”

Village Chief Liu also heard this, worried that the old sister-in-law was saying something that he didn't like, so he quickly stopped: "Okay, today is a happy day, what are you talking about those unhappy people?" ”

"No, my grandmother is very happy." The little egg scratched his round head, not quite understanding why he said that.

Zhang Jinhua was in a hurry to go home, so angry that he slapped his brain again, urging: "What are you kid ink, just ask you what you say!" ”

The little egg "whined", protected his head, and said aggrievedly: "My grandmother said that my dad died well." ”