"You're almost at the age of no confusion!

......

"The things that get married, the family has already prepared them, and it won't take much time! The woman is also a big family, and the door is right!"

......

"Big brother, I have met Miss Liu, who is knowledgeable, understanding, handsome and lovely......"

......

"Uncle Liu is also reasonable, elegant and extraordinary! If it weren't for Miss Liu's liking for you, this family business might not be possible!"

......

Through the gossip of the family, Song Yifei knew that he had been arranged clearly.

"Dad, it's not trivial to get married, you at least let me meet other girls!"

Becoming a relative to Song Yifei is not particularly resistant, who made us older young people!

Freedom is precious, love is more expensive, if it is a beauty, both can be thrown.

But he was very worried about his family's aesthetics.

Looking at the old lady and the little sister, the standard Russian aunt body type, he felt that the word handsome and lovely must have been misinterpreted!

"Son, don't you still believe in your mother's vision?"

Lu Qing's eyes were calm and his face was a little angry.

At the age of thirty-five, they haven't gotten married, and in a big family like them, it's unimaginable.

In this case, the woman's length is secondary.

"Hehe! No, I just want to see you first!" Song Yifei said with a smile.

I really don't believe it, but I don't dare to say!

Seeing that Song Yifei insisted on seeing him, Song Zhian could only reluctantly agree, but he had to communicate with the woman, so he might have to delay for a few days.

Then the family chatted with some short gossip from the parents, and waited for the dishes on the table to change three times before it was over.

......

Surrounded by servants, served by maids, and rested comfortably for a day, Song Yifei took Ma Zhao and Ah Niu out of the house.

"Big brother, are you going to take us there?"

Ma Zhao, who was busy teasing the little maid in the Song family, was forced out by Song Yifei, and he was holding back a resentment in his heart.

"Senior brother, when you go down the mountain, didn't you promise to take you to play? Now is the time to fulfill your promise!"

"Is this true?"

"When did Senior Brother lie to you?"

"Big brother, where are we going?"

"Gentle Township!"

"Little brother understands!"

Song Yifei and Ma Zhao showed expressions that all men understand.

"Are you going to the countryside?" asked Ah Niu curiously.

Song Yifei smiled evilly and said, "That's right! It's the countryside! It's white, big, and tender!"

"Oh!"

Ah Niu's honest face showed a look of sudden realization: "Senior brother is going to take us to the countryside to eat steamed buns!"

Song Yifei: "......"

This junior brother must have just gotten off kindergarten.

"But I've already eaten enough steamed buns!, Senior Brother just take Senior Brother Ma there!"

In the past few days, he has followed Song Yifei, and his mouth has also been awkward, and he has looked down on white steamed buns.

At this time, Ma Zhaobei smiled and leaned his face over: "Senior brother, there are not only steamed buns, but also meat! You can eat as much as you want! Don't hesitate! Hehe!"

Since there is meat, Ah Niu is reluctant to refuse.

"Why didn't Senior Brother call Brother Xiaojiu?" Ah Niu asked with some confusion.

After all, the four of them came back together, shouldn't this kind of good thing be called?

"Xiao Jiu can't go!" Song Yifei shook his head helplessly and said.

This guy still hasn't been able to tell Wu Jiujiu's gender, and he's naïve enough.

"Ah Niu, haven't you noticed that Xiao Jiu is different from us?" Ma Zhao reminded with a strange face.

"Different?"

Ah Niu frowned and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "I feel that my chest muscles are quite big, I guess I have practiced some horizontal kung fu!"

Ma Zhao was speechless directly, and he didn't bother to explain to Ah Niu.

"Senior Brother Song, do you know what kind of horizontal kung fu training is just chest muscles?" Ah Niu turned his head and asked.

"Dragonclaw!"

"Isn't the dragon claw hand practicing fingers?"

"Ah Niu, you'll know when you go to Gentle Township!"

......

Under the leadership of Song Yifei, the two first went to a nearby Wantong money bank and found Mu Yungui, who was reconciling.

"Big brother, why do you have time to come over?" Mu Yungui smiled and welcomed Song Yifei in.

"Yungui, big brother, please do me a favor!"

"What's the busy?"

"Put your ears ......"

Song Yifei pulled Mu Yungui to his side, leaned on his ear and whispered a few words.

Mu Yungui's original smiling fat face, the more he listened, the more ugly it became, and finally it became a bitter gourd face.

"Big brother, you're about to get married, ...... do this"

"You just say to help or not? We are still brothers! If you don't help, you won't call me big brother in the future!"

"Big brother, if you let your mother and sister know about this, you won't break my leg yet!"

"Just don't let them know! Big brother believes you!"

"That'...... Oh well!"

Mu Yungui was threatened by Song Yifei, so he could only nod and agree.

"Big brother, it's inconvenient for me to come forward for this kind of thing, you wait for me to find a reliable subordinate and let him accompany you!"

......

Cao Kunpeng is a beggar, with hands and feet, in his thirties.

Originally, the family had a house and a field, but because of his lazy personality, he lost his family property not long after his parents died.

He didn't want to work, and soon became a beggar begging for food.

Fortunately, the wind and rain in Lingling County have been smooth in recent years, so that he will not starve to death.

Cao Kunpeng's name was given by his grandfather, who was a fortune teller, hoping that he could spread his wings and sway for nine days that day.

It's a pity that Cao Kunpeng not only did not become a high-flying Dapeng, but became a salted fish.

The last two days are probably the happiest two days for Cao Kunpeng in his last few years.

In order to celebrate the return of the eldest son Song Yifei, the Song family in the county seat not only opened porridge sheds all over the city, but also put on a flowing water seat that occupies a street, regardless of identity or status, you can eat at the table.

With a fairly strong body, Cao Kunpeng can squeeze up every time, and the belly of the food is supported before he gets off the table.

Eat and drink enough, find a place to lie down, it's like a fairy!

"If there is a woman here, it is really a fairy who will not be changed!"

Cao Kunpeng, wrapped in tattered cotton clothes, lay on a straw mat in the corner, squinting in the sun.

Just as he was drowsy, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking most of the sunlight.

"Uncle, poor ......"

Cao Kunpeng thought it was a well-wisher who had come to give alms, and instinctively raised the broken bowl he had specially begged.

Although he is not hungry now, he always has to plan for the future.

The kind-hearted person that Cao Kunpeng recognized did not throw him a copper plate or food, but bent down to look at him and said that this is good.

Because his back was to the sun, and Cao Kunpeng drank a little too much, his eyes were confused, and he couldn't really see the other party's face.

He was trying to use his lazy brain to understand the meaning of the other man's words when the man suddenly tapped him on the neck.

Cao Kunpeng rolled his eyes and fainted, and when he opened his eyes the next time, he was in the river near Lingling County, and he was awakened by the water.

"Gollum! Help...... Gollum! I ...... Gollum!"

Every time Cao Kunpeng showed his head, a firm big hand would press him back again. Just when Cao Kunpeng felt that he was about to suffocate to death, the big hand easily carried him out of the river.

Boom!

Cao Kunpeng was not in a hurry yet, and looked at the other party with his newly awake eyes, and was knocked unconscious again.

When he woke up for the second time, Cao Kunpeng slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed, covered with intricate and gorgeous cloud satin, like water-colored, soft and silky.

He struggled to prop himself up on the bed, sat up straight, shook his still-dizzy brain, and looked around.

The first thing that catches your eye is the pink and yellow curtain, and the twilight is slightly cool. Overhead is a tassel that sways gently in the wind. From time to time, there is a burst of red sandalwood wafting in the air, quiet and beautiful. Next to the couch is the window, exquisite carving, rare wood. Outside the window, there is a beautiful scene, rockery, small pond, blue lotus root, pink water lotus.

Outside the door, a woman passed through, her footsteps were very soft, and the conversation was very soft, and she spoke softly.

"How did I end up here......?

When Cao Kunpeng was trying to clear his thoughts, a group of female voices of warblers and swallows sounded outside the door.

Creak!

Interrupted by the sound, Cao Kunpeng was about to get up to check, when the carved wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a group of beautiful women dressed in revealing clothes, light veils covering their bodies, and thrushes and powdering walked in.

"You...... You ......"

Cao Kunpeng thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.

"Childe, the slave family is here!"

"Childe, you're welcome! Xiaohong can be ravaged by you!"

"Childe!Lan'er's chest hurts!"

As soon as they entered the house, the women threw their arms on Cao Kunpeng, and Cao Kunpeng was at a loss.

This group of women was bold and abnormal, and Cao Kunpeng, who had never experienced this kind of battle at all, surrendered without two blows and completely sank.

The red man's faint tent, warm fragrance and warm jade, bone-eroding ecstasy, tender like water......

Even if he goes to hell in the next second, Cao Kunpeng doesn't want to wake up!

......

"Sir, this is the horse you want!"

A simple-faced dealer took out two pack horses with thin bodies and dull coats from his small courtyard and handed them to the tall bearded man in front of him.

"That's a hundred taels of silver, enough to buy these two horses!"

Song Yifei was expressionless, took out two ingots of official silver in circulation in the world from his arms, threw them to the man in front of him, and after the other party confirmed, he rode away.

"Today is really lucky, someone actually spent a hundred taels of silver to buy two old horses pulling carts. ”

This kind of old horse, the more expensive one on the market is only thirty or forty taels of silver. He earned twenty taels for nothing, which is almost worth half a year's income.

The man took the silver and returned to the yard with joy, thinking about going to the butcher's house at the head of the village in the evening to buy two catties of pig's head meat as a snack and celebrate well.