Lu Qingcao walked up slowly.

The girl's delicate face was still red and swollen, and bloodshot hung at the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were red and piercing.

The more she didn't squeak, the more angry the man became, and he simply started punching and kicking.

The economic downturn will lead to an increase in morale, the most obvious manifestation of which is the tendency to violence.

Lu Qingcao has always felt that she has not been affected, but she forgot that everyone is imperceptibly affected by the war.

The man covered in flesh was panting, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

The aunt was afraid that Lu Qingcao would cause trouble, so she hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "He was originally the owner of the Song Ji rice shop in the town, but now he is closed, maybe he has food in his hands, so don't offend him......"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qingcao had already kicked it.

The fat man of more than 200 pounds was like a leather ball, and he was directly kicked three meters away.

The flesh on his body swayed with the movement, and it was not until he knocked down two sacks of grain that he finally stopped.

"How dare you hit me! Look for death! Shopkeeper Song rushed over angrily, and slapped his arm round.

Lu Qingcao did not shy away from greeting him, and it was another slap when he went up!

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

She opened the bow left and right with both hands, and forcibly turned the Song shopkeeper into a spinning top, dripping and turning on both sides of the place.

After a while, the fat cheeks were high and swollen, like a steamed bun that had been slapped red.

Shopkeeper Song was blindfolded, his eyes were full of gold stars, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and his face was hot and painful.

"You, you, what are you going to do?!" Shopkeeper Song covered his cheeks like pins and needles, and he couldn't speak well.

Lu Qing looked at her with a smile, moving his numb palms twice, and his eyes seemed to be a deep spring.

Shopkeeper Song was stunned.

Crazy, this man must be a madman!

He straightened up his waist angrily and said confidently: "This is my newly bought daughter-in-law, I can beat it if I want!" This is our housework, and outsiders can't take care of it! ”

Shopkeeper Song's erect belly was at least eight months old, and his face was full of old folds, saying that he was polite in his forties.

And the little girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was tender enough to pinch out the water.

It's really an old cow that eats tender grass.

Seeing this, the little girl immediately spoke: "I will not marry you!" ”

Although her cheeks were red and swollen, her face was still full of stubbornness, and Lu Qingcao couldn't help but look at it twice.

The children can be taught.

Shopkeeper Song was anxious and scolded: "I gave all the money to your father, do you want to admit it now?!" I...... Eh, what about people? ”

He said that he was going to confront someone when he turned back, but found that the street corner was still empty.

"He's not my father, he's a human trafficker!" The girl's voice was high-pitched and accusatory.

There was silence.

The year is not good, and there are many people who commit adultery, and they just don't see it.

Lu Qingcao looked at the girl's unyielding face and liked this little girl even more.

How many "housework" outsiders want to help, they will be stabbed in the back by the victim.

The girl in front of her is clearly not.

Shopkeeper Song was anxious, took out the purse on his waist and shook exaggeratedly: "I bought you for five taels of silver, I see that you are in the same group as the man, and you want to cheat me out of my money!" ”

After speaking, he glared at Lu Qingcao fiercely: "Maybe you are also one of them!" Pretend to be a good person! ”

A mosquito flew by, and Lu Qingcao suddenly stretched out his hand.

Shopkeeper Song was immediately frightened and shouted, "Don't hit me!" Don't hit me! ”

"Huh-" Lu Qingcao blew away the dead mosquitoes in his hands, and tried to squeeze out a hideous smile, "Shopkeeper Song, do you want a daughter-in-law, look at me, I just died of my husband, although I have three children, but I am a good hand at home and abroad, and I designate you to serve you well." ”

She deliberately accentuated the word "waiting".

Shopkeeper Song was almost frightened.

This woman is sick, she just beat him, and now she wants to marry him?!

If you really become a parent, you don't know who will beat whom!

Shopkeeper Song was so frightened that he waved his hand again and again: "No, no, I'm fine living alone." ”

"So you don't want her to be your daughter-in-law?" Lu Qingcao smiled with satisfaction, waved at the girl, and motioned for her to leave.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then looked around in surprise.

No one seems to object.

She walked into the distance, trying to walk more than ten meters away.

The imaginary whip did not fall on her body, and she was more relieved, and she had the courage to run deep into the mountains.

Her eyes were as sharp as a wolf, and when she entered the woods, she seemed to be returning to the mountains, and disappeared in an instant.

The shopkeeper Song who shrank on the ground stomped his feet angrily, and the fat sheep that reached his mouth ran away!

"You, give me the money." He lost the confidence to speak, and he hesitated.

Lu Qingcao glanced at him, and pretended to be gentle: "I don't have any silver, why don't I compensate you myself, how about it?" ”

Shopkeeper Song blocked his chest with a mouthful of phlegm, and he was almost scared to death.

He waved his hand again and again, and walked away without looking back.

Going crazy is useful at any time.

Lu Qingcao smiled with satisfaction.

The people watching the excitement gradually dispersed, and Lu Qingcao also turned around and walked towards the aunt.

The aunt sighed helplessly and said in a low voice: "Qingcao, you are too impulsive......"

Looking at Shopkeeper Song's swollen face with a pig's head, the aunt couldn't help but praise again: "But it's true, I heard that Shopkeeper Song likes little girls, married one two years ago, and was played to death in less than a month......"

"What?" Lu Qingcao was even more angry, and turned around to look at Shopkeeper Song.

Shopkeeper Song sensed that something was wrong, and immediately got into the carriage and ran away without looking back.

It's really light!

Lu Qingcao clenched his fists indignantly.

In the future, this kind of shameless domestic violence man, she will be beaten once she sees it!

——

Widow Zhang waited all night, but never waited for Li Si's good news.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore and groped her way to the mountain.