Happy little peasants

Wow!

Jiang Xiaohu arrogantly pushed open the door of the hall and pushed Wang Qiang in.

Wang Qiang staggered and almost tripped over the threshold.He was very upset, but extremely helpless.Who knows how Jiang Xiaohu, the grandson of the turtle, suddenly changed from being a skinny boy who was bullied to a guy who can beat and scold him?

Hey, miserable, miserable, miserable!

Thinking of me, Wang Qiang, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of repairing the water pipe to please this little widow. In the future, I would get a little bit of bargain. I didn't forget to become a man and walk in this world.

But now?Hey!Miserable!

Wang Qiang felt bitter in his heart, and his complexion was even more ugly. To cry or not to laugh, to laugh or not, is simply a big bitter gourd.

Biyun couldn't bear to see it, and frowned.Wang Qiang saw it inadvertently, and suddenly felt hopeful for relief.

"Yes, the little ladies are soft-hearted, I might as well be a pitiful face and let her persuade the little tiger to let me go. If this matter is let my mother-in-law know, I have to divorce me." Wang Qiang secretly said.

As a result, he became more bitter and rubbed his eyes desperately to make himself look like he was crying.

Sure enough, this trick made Biyun fooled.

Biyun couldn't bear to see it. Yedi Wang Qiang also helped her family a lot.Although I recall now, those broken water pipes and wires are all inexplicable.

She quietly pulled Lajiang Xiaohu's clothes, and while Wang Qiang lowered her head and wiped her tears, she said to him: "Little tiger, don't forget it, you see that he is crying. I think he may also know that he was wrong. Just let him go."

Jiang Xiaohu smiled: "Sister Biyun, the tears of this guy are the tears of the crocodile."

"What fish?" Bi Yun was taken aback.

"Crocodile." Jiang Xiaohu said, "Don't worry about this, you are right to listen to my bag. By the way, Sister Biyun, do you have pens and papers here?"

Biyun was stunned again. Although Jiang Xiaohu was younger than her, but not old or young, there was a manly domineering manner in his words and behavior.She couldn't help but took him as the backbone.

Nodding, Biyun hurriedly took paper and pen.After handing it to Jiang Xiaohu, he stood by the door and watched the scene.She was curious, what would Jiang Xiaohu want Wang Qiang to do?

Write a guarantee?What can the guarantee cover?That good person does not need to write a guarantee, and he will never do bad things that he should not do.Even if the bad guy writes 10,000 guarantees, he should do it or do it.

Biyun is a few years older than Jiang Xiaohu, and he has a few more years of dry food, so he has a thorough understanding of human nature.

When Wang Qiang heard the conversation between them, he groaned and cursed inwardly: "Xiaohu Jiang, you just refused to let me go today! Okay, just write it! I wrote it today, sooner or later. Go to the little widow’s bed! If you don’t go to this bed, Lao Tzu will be a bastard tortoise, and he will wear a green hat in the next life!"

He sent himself a poisonous wish in his heart.

"I said a big electrician, don't show it to us like this!" Jiang Xiaohu put on Wang Qiang's trick at a glance, "Hurry up, I say you write."

Seeing that his strategy failed, Wang Qiang began to pretend to be in pain: "Oh, my wrist was pinched by you just now. It hurts and I can't hold a pen."

He also pretended, picked up the pen tremblingly, snapped it, and fell to the ground.Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Xiaohu helplessly.

Jiang Xiaohu sneered: "It hurts, isn't it? It just so happens that your tiger brother can massage and fix the bones. The so-called ringer must be tied to the bell. Come on, I will heal you.

Without any explanation, he grabbed Wang Qiang's wrist again.This time he used all his strength, just listen to the card, Wang Qiang's wrist bone was almost pinched and misplaced.

Of course, Jiang Xiaohu still pays great attention to measure.If you want him to hurt, you can't hurt it, otherwise you won't be able to write.

"Ah~ it hurts, brother, brother, you are my brother!" Wang Qiang's pain called a cold sweat, and it felt like a cold shower in Xiahegou.

Before this moment, Wang Qiang felt that the biggest pain he had in his life was the moment Jiang Xiaohu pressed him on the well platform.But just now did he know that he was still too young!

Jiang Xiaohu's goods are now slapped with chicken blood, and they have eaten like a century-old ginseng. The energy seems to be continuous and will never be used up.If this continues, this little bone stick of oneself is likely to be destroyed in his hands!

The pain caused Wang Qiang to close part of his brain circuit, leaving only his desire to survive.He hurriedly shouted: "What do you say I do, I write~"

"Really?" Jiang Xiaohu raised his arm a few inches.

"Oh! I write, I write! Grandpa, I write!" Wang Qiang knelt on the ground with a plop of pain, tears and sweat mixed together, streaming down his face.

Biyun couldn't bear to see it, so she turned her face away, feeling that this man was so unkind. He must have been a big man during the Anti-Japanese War.Then I thought, Xiaohuzi is really capable and strong.

She couldn't help turning her head, secretly looking at Jiang Xiaohu's profile.

The young man is not tall and mighty, but his skin is tight and muscles are strong, the blouse is close to the skin, the very ordinary fabric, but outlines the youthful and hot lines.

At that glance, Biyun's eyes suddenly became hot, his ears were hot, his cheeks flushed, and his heartbeat was fierce, as if he was about to rush out of his throat.

Although she is a married person, she has never experienced anything like this.With her husband, it is blind date, engagement, and marriage. After a set of procedures, everyone is so logical, and Biyun also thinks it is logical.

Everyone in the country lives like this.Biyun also felt that women should marry Han Shengwa to live.Unfortunately, the man died before the baby was born.

Before today, she had never had the feeling of a heartbeat, and even this young woman in her twenties could not figure out what it was like.She only knew that there was such a small seedling, which was taking root and sprouting in her heart.She didn't know that this seedling would thrive and grow in the future, and become a big tree that can sprout her forever.

After a long, long time later, Biyun learned that the original feeling was called love.

Jiang Xiaohu pointed at the paper and read word by word, while Wang Qiang focused on writing word by word.

It is said that it is a letter of guarantee, but it also contains a confession letter.On the paper, Wang Qiang wrote about his psychological activities that he wanted to take advantage of, as well as the use of cotton strips to block water pipes.Finally, I promise that I will never commit a crime again in the future, get along well in peacetime, and sign and draw.

Wang Qiang wrote this eloquent one with tears in his tears. After finishing writing, he shook his wrist and said bitterly to Jiang Xiaohu: "Little Tiger, I have been in school for seven years, and I have never written so much once. Words, alas!"

"You just have fun. If I tell the police this time, you have to go to jail, do you know?" Jiang Xiaohu scared him, "but not saying this this time does not mean that Sister Biyun will not be held accountable, and don't Bullying her a woman's family, understand? Otherwise, don't blame me for stabbing your tigress!"

"Brother, brother is wrong, you are merciful, and I will leave now." Wang Qiang waved his hand in a hurry, repeatedly confessing.

If Jiang Xiaohu almost broke his wrist, his wife could definitely take his waist because of this.

Jiang Xiaohu sneered: "Looking at you, I will never be a strict wife when I get married in the future."

"Yes, you can, I believe it!" Wang Qiang was still dissatisfied in his heart, and he didn't dare to show it. He only responded sourly, turned and walked out, and almost ran into Biyun sitting on the threshold inadvertently.

This time Wang Qiang didn't dare to make any trouble in front of Biyun, blushing, and walked away in despair.Before leaving the house, he was barked by the dog barking, and he fell in fright and rolled out the door.

"Hahaha, deserve it!" Jiang Xiaohu's child got into sex, slapped and laughed.

Biyun was fascinated, this guy is still a big boy!

The problem is solved, the plumbing is okay, I should be happy.But Biyun suddenly felt sore in his heart and became uncomfortable.She lowered her eyebrows and her eyes were red.Due to the presence of outsiders, she was not easy to cry, so she decided to herself that when Jiang Xiaohu left, she would close the door and cry bitterly.

Jiang Xiaohu was very happy. Suddenly he felt that the atmosphere in the room was not right. When he looked down, Biyun's shoulders shrugged, his head lowered, and his face was almost buried in her hair.

Although she couldn't see her face, Jiang Xiaohu could feel the sadness and helplessness.

According to conscience, Biyun is not the kind of weak woman outside.When she went to the field, she was no worse than a man in labor.Even once the water was stopped, Jiang Xiaohu saw her walking home with two large buckets of mountain spring water.

The mountain road is rugged and uneven, not to mention a woman's house, even if he is a handsome young man, it is difficult to walk down in one breath.But Biyun not only walked down, but also took the burden twice.

At that time, Biyun was as strong as a piece of granite.But now, she is so weak and helpless, which makes Jiang Xiaohu feel very painful, and wants to step forward to take her into his arms and cherish it well.

However, the notion that men and women are incompatible with each other is firmly engraved in his mind.Even if the heart was surging and the blood was boiling like oil, Jiang Xiaohu's two legs did not move.

It was Biyun, she probably felt something. She wiped the corners of her eyes with both hands, trying to squeeze a smile, and then raised her head.

"Huzi, is he leaving? Hey, I was a little dizzy just now..." Biyun smiled.

Lie, look at your red eyes, you just cried.Jiang Xiaohu suddenly regretted it. It was really cheap for him to let Wang Qiang so easily just now.

He secretly made up his mind that next time he met Wang Qiang, he must avenge Biyun.

Biyun got up and walked to the kitchen, and said as he walked: "You haven't had breakfast yet? Sister, I'll give you something to eat, wait, don't go~"

This is not a polite tone, Jiang Xiaohu can hear it.

The eagerness and desire for him to stay for breakfast was so rich that it was almost visible to the naked eye and could be touched.

Therefore, even though Jiang Xiaohu had already eaten, he still agreed: "Hey, that's great!"

"Sit down first and watch TV. There should be a good show right now? The remote control is on the table. If you want to drink tea, you can pour it yourself."

Biyun spoke naturally, as if it was not an outsider in the house, but his brother.

Kind, familiar, no need to pretend, very comfortable feeling.