60s: Petite Wife

Ma Xinghua was very excited and told Shen Jiao a lot about her brother Ma Hongbing. In short, in her description, Comrade Ma Hongbing was even more powerful than Zhao Zilong, like a **** descended from the earth.

Probably in the hearts of every sister, her brother is the most powerful!

Ma Hongqi is also very happy. The third brother will definitely bring bullet casings when he comes back, so that he can show it off in front of his friends on the farm. They must be envious of the dog!

Shen Jiao is very envious of Ma Xinghua's brother-sister relationship with her brother. She has never experienced this kind of relationship in her life, and she doesn't know what it tastes like?

Ma Hongqi noticed Shen Jiao's facial expression, and felt a little more pity for this weak girl, but more of admiration. She was so small and weak, but she was able to abandon the good days in the city and come to their poor place. Enduring hardships and suffering is thousands of times stronger than a woman like Hu Xiaocao!

"Jiaojiao will be able to drink my eldest brother's wedding wine soon!" Ma Hongqi deliberately changed the topic.

Ma Xinghua was really distracted, and she said happily: "Yes, my grandma said that when the New Year is over, I will marry my eldest brother. Jiaojiao, come and drink wedding wine at that time!"

Shen Jiao glanced at Ma Xixi, who had a gloomy face in front of her, and thought to herself that it was no wonder that this guy seemed to owe him several hundred taels in the early morning, but he was going to be chained up.

"Then congratulations to Big Brother Xixi, then I must go drink wedding wine and see the bride!" Shen Jiao said deliberately.

Ma Xixi replied in a low voice, in a very bad mood. He hasn't been to Hu Xiangyu's house for more than a month. He has no money or food in his hands, and he has no face, and he can't do anything if he goes.

I don't know if Hu Xiangyu Laba's wheat kernel rice is made? If he didn't do it, Zhu Fugui wouldn't be able to stab Xiangyu every day!

There are also New Year's goods. All the food that he planned to send to Hu Xiangyu has been ruined by the stinky boy Ma Hongqi. This little calf is rotten and rotten!

As for marrying a daughter-in-law, the woman he wants to marry is Hu Xiangyu. After tasting abalone and shark fins like Hu Xiangyu, how can he eat a woman who looks like simmered eggplant?

Who knows what it looks like?

He didn't have to look to know that Zhunbao couldn't compare to Xiangyu's whiteness and tenderness, nor could it compare to Xiangyu's ecstasy!

He doesn't want to marry any woman except Xiangyu!

But he has no right to say anything about this matter. If he objected to the old man, he would take off his shoes and throw him. There was also the old lady, who looked at him tearfully, crying so hard that his heart twitched and uncomfortable. The stick was cut, if it wasn't for Xinghua's pulling, the head would have been cut off!

Ugh!

Ma Xixi sighed, Shen Jiao was very upset, she leaned on Ma Xinghua's ear and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you tell eldest brother Xixi about that?"

Ma Xinghua whispered back in annoyance: "I told my grandfather, and my grandfather said that this matter is not for me and Hongqi to take care of. They have their own opinions. Who knows what his opinions are!"

If she wanted to tell her elder brother about this directly, and there was nothing to hide, he had to let him recognize the true face of the vixen as soon as possible.

As soon as Shen Jiao heard that the Ma family knew about this, she stopped talking about such pickling matters, and instead talked about the local customs and habits for the New Year.

They arrived at Sanlibao before ten o'clock in the morning. Sanlibao, which was usually deserted and quiet, was also lively. There were many people coming and going on the street, and there were many local villagers in shabby clothes. There are smiles on their faces, although these smiles are mixed with a bit of bitterness.

The biscuits stand in front of the restaurant was surrounded by many people, most of them were parents who brought their children. Ah!

Many parents only buy one sesame cake, and they don't eat a single bite. Instead, they carefully divide the sesame cake according to the head of the children in the family, and each child gets a small piece to taste.

In this way, children can boast with their companions that they have eaten sesame cakes in town during the first month!

As for the white bread stalls, there are very few people in front of them. One white bread is worth two and a half sesame seeds. Only a prodigal would buy that meat that can't help but eat!

This time, Shen Jiao didn't buy meat buns, but bought three biscuits with money and food stamps, exactly one for each of the three. Sister Ma Xinghua didn't show any kindness to her, she took the biscuits and ate them.

"Sister Xinghua, where shall we go first?" Shen Jiao asked.

"Let's go to the back street first. I'll go see if there's any meat. My mother said that she will make more dumplings this year. I'll bring you some later. The dumplings made by my mother are delicious." Ma Xinghua said.

"Well, grandpa and I will also make dumplings during the Chinese New Year, and we will eat them instead." Shen Jiao nodded her hairy head.

The market in the back street is more lively than ever before. There are two long queues on both sides of the road. Many villagers have taken out the excess food at home and prepared to exchange some money for the New Year.

There are also **** pigs and muttons in front of a few fellow villagers. There will never be beef, and pork is also very little. The farmers have little rations, so at most one pig will be raised. At the end of the year, they will raise fat pigs. Selling it to a purchasing station for money~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The money exchanged for a pig is the biggest income of a peasant family throughout the year.

The children in the family go to school, leave the relationship, and the money for daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar cloth, etc. has to be squeezed out of this pig. Therefore, the farmers who raise pigs will not be willing to kill pigs to eat them. The head was sold to a pig buying station.

There is a lot of mutton, because sheep eat grass instead of grain. As long as they are diligent and diligent, there is no problem with raising a few sheep in a family. Not only can they sell for money during the Chinese New Year, but they can also eat a few bites.

Shen Jiao noticed that there was an old man in front of the stall who was different from the other stall owners. He was crying and sighing incessantly. The mutton in front of him was also a little better than other stalls, and he was very thin, all bones.

"Uncle, haven't you found the three-headed sheep you lost?" A middle-aged man next to him asked with concern.

Shen Jiao knew this middle-aged man, and it was the stall owner who sold rice to her. Later, Shen Jiao bought from him a few times. She was also familiar with the stall owner, and knew that his village was not far from a farm. Far away, more than ten miles away, his surname is Liu, and Shen Jiao calls him Uncle Liu.

The old man with a bitter face sighed, wiped away his tears, and said, "No, I've been serving five sheep in the morning and night. I was thinking of getting more money for the New Year so I can take my Zhuzi to see a doctor in the city, who knows..."

The old man burst into tears, sobbing hard, and his whole body was covered with sadness.

"Wow, my poor pillar, I don't know if it can last for a year? Woo!" The old man seemed to think of the sad thing, so he hugged his head and cried.

Uncle Liu spat bitterly: "Bah, let me know which **** is stealing in our village, and he has to be cut to death!"

Shen Jiao's eyes were sore from the sadness of the old man, so she walked over and asked, "Uncle Liu, what happened to this uncle?"

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