Adored Koi in the 70s

divorce?

Fang Xiaojuan really didn't think about it.

Although she didn't like Qiao Zhenjun's character that he couldn't make a fart with a stick, and she also hated him for always protecting Da Qiao's scourge, but divorce is impossible, and it's impossible in this life.

It is now propagating that women can hold up half of the sky, and there are also divorces in the city, but which divorce in these ten miles and eight villages?

If she dared to divorce, her old lady would dare to beat her with a rolling pin so that she could not get out of bed for three days and three nights.

Besides, where will she live after the divorce?

The water thrown out by the married daughter, her natal family will definitely not take her in, so is it possible to ask her to sleep on the street?

Therefore, she was shocked for a long time, and then looked at Xiao Qiao with weird eyes: "Jiao Jiao'er, why would you ask such a question? Would you not want your mom to divorce your dad? How could you think that way? !"

Seeing that her mother was about to eat people, Xiao Qiao realized that she was too impatient.

People in this era, no matter how hard and tired they are, they will not easily divorce. If you want her mother to get a divorce, you still have to make a long-term plan. Besides, you have not found a suitable next home, so let's talk about it later.

Thinking of this, she lowered her head, circled her toes on the ground, and whispered: "This is what my sister asked me before. My sister... She seems to want her mother to divorce her dad."

Fang Xiaojuan was instantly poked into a lung tube and flushed with anger: "The scourge of the **** star loses money, I knew she was doing the ghost!"

She said how her Jiaojiao'er would ask such a question, there are so many people who are not very mindful of things that are so silly, so she actually tricked Xiao Qiao into divorcing her from Qiao Zhenjun!

Thinking that this way, she wouldn't have to be kicked out of the house?

Go dreaming!

"Jiao Jiao'er, remember to stay away from that evil in the future, and don't let her bad luck be ruined!" Fang Xiaojuan hummed angrily.

"Okay, I'll listen to mom." Xiao Qiao tilted his head slightly, looking pure, good-looking and good-looking.

Fang Xiaojuan's anger suddenly disappeared a lot when she saw her so well-behaved and caring, and she screamed in her arms and darling.

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The clouds were very low, the sky was gray, the haystacks in the fields were frosted, and the cold was so cold that people's teeth trembled.

Qiao’s small courtyard squeaked, and the door of the firewood room on the far right was opened. Da Qiao stretched out half of his head from it. The cold air in the morning rushed towards her face, making her tremble and beaten. Shivering.

She let out a sigh of relief, rubbed her cold hands, ran to the yard with a breath, picked up the broom and started sweeping seriously.

When the small courtyard is cleaned up, her little fleshy face, which has grown a little bit because of eating well and sleeping well these days, is hot and red. The morning light shines through the thick clouds and hits her face. The fluff seems to be plated. A layer of golden light.

After cleaning the yard, she ran into the kitchen, took out a sweet potato from the rag bag on the ground, washed it, peeled it and cut it into small pieces, grabbed two handfuls of coarse grains and boiled together, and then peeled the sweet potato skins. Chop it up and take it out to feed the chicken.

The old hen hasn't laid eggs for five days.

Since he was paralyzed, her dad often stared at the roof in a daze. He didn't have to say a word all day long. The past few days have become more silent and eat less food.

She wanted to make some delicious food for her dad, so that her dad would get better soon, but she couldn't lay eggs, she was really anxious.

She poured the chopped sweet potato skins into the chicken coop, and her voice was soft and glutinous: "Guck, we, beat, talk, talk, I, give, you, eat, good, eat, you, behave, lay eggs ,OK?"

The old hen cooed and ate happily.

Da Qiao pursed his small mouth, his eyebrows curled up: "Then I, you, promised, agreed?"

"Cuckoo."

When she finished washing and drying the clothes, the sun had fully risen. She filled two bowls of porridge and brought them into her dad's house. The father and daughter ate with pickles.

Qiao Zhenjun looked at Da Qiao, but stopped talking several times.

Fang Xiaojuan has been back to her family’s home for more than five days this time. She often has a temper, and he can still pick her up, but now...

He knew that Fang Xiaojuan wanted to use this to force him to submit, but he couldn't do it.

Da Qiao is only six years old. If she is really driven out, what's the difference between killing her directly?

Da Qiao looked up and saw her dad staring at him. There was more than half of the porridge in the bowl, and he turned his head and asked, "Dad, don't you eat?"

"Dad is full, eat more." Qiao Zhenjun started to pour the porridge in the bowl.

Da Qiao hurriedly clutched the bowl: "Dad, eat, I, I'm full."

Qiao Zhenjun felt even more uncomfortable seeing the child so caring and sensible.

He is paralyzed now, Fang Xiaojuan dislikes the child so much, and she stutters herself again, what can the child do in the future?

Qiao Zhenjun was so sad that he was soaked in bitter water.

Da Qiao didn't know his father's thoughts. After breakfast, he was going to pick up some dead branches and rotten leaves in Donglin. The dry straw and wheat stalks at home were running out, and it would not take a few days.

After talking to her dad, she was about to go out with the basket on her back.

Qiao Zhenjun shouted in the room: "Be careful, don't go too far."

"knew!"

There is not much work in the winter. After doing housework in the morning, women like to sit in the doorway, basking in the sun and soaking in the soles of their shoes, while the parents talk shortly.

When Da Qiao passed by with the basket on his back, Song Jinlai's wife caught him: "Oh, isn't this Da Qiao? Has your mother come back?"

Da Qiao's hand hurt for a while and wanted to take it back, but Song Jinlai's wife held it tightly: "No, no, come back."

"My god, it's been almost six days, why haven't you come back? Isn't your mother trying to divorce your dad and won't come back, right?" Song Jinlai exaggerated his wife.

Da Qiao's face turned white all at once.

She knew what a divorce meant, and once when her mother quarreled with her dad, she threatened to divorce.

Goudan's mother frightened and said, "Auntie told you, if your mother really divorces your dad, she will definitely not want you, she will only take your sister Xiao Qiao away!"

Song Jin came to his wife even more vigorously: "Poor, if you really get divorced, what do you say you and your dad do? Your dad is paralyzed, and you are stuttering again. Who will dare to marry you in the future?"

Da Qiao tried hard to withdraw his hand, his small face flushed.

Lin Hui came out from Donglin picking up the dead branches just to see this scene, and sternly shouted: "Enough of you! Don't you feel bad about saying this to a six-year-old child?"

Goudan's mother and Song Jinlai's wife were shocked, Da Qiao took the opportunity to break free and ran behind Lin Hui to hide.

After Song Jin’s wife saw the visitor clearly, her hand almost poked her face: "I want you to be more nosy, and I want you to be more nosy! With this time, why don't you find a father for your Donglin?"

Lin Hui is the youngest daughter of Lin Dafa, the head of the village. A few years ago, she married an educated youth in the village. The two gave birth to a son. Two years ago, the educated youth returned to the city and never came back.

At first I thought that the male educated youth must have abandoned his wife and son, but later I realized that he was gone, fell into the river and drowned, and Lin Hui suddenly became a widow.

Song Jinlai’s wife’s words were too pungent, and Lin Hui's fingers trembled with anger: "If you don't feel bad, let's go to Aunt Xiuzhi now to see if she thinks I am nosy or slap you to death! "

Qiao Xiuzhi is an extremely short-term person. Although she doesn't care much about Da Qiao's granddaughter, if outsiders dare to bully Qiao's family, she is determined to slap and slap each other's teeth all over.

Song Jinlai's wife's eyelids trembled: "My chicken hasn't been fed yet, so I don't have time to talk with you!"

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly turned and ran away, looking like a ghost was chasing her.

The **** **** slipped on the soles of her feet too: "I want to feed the chickens too."

Lin Hui sipped at their backs, and turned around to see Da Qiao's hands were red with anger, and he couldn't help being angry. Why didn't the Lord take away these women with broken mouths, and even said that to a six-year-old child. if!

For fear of frightening Da Qiao, she suppressed her anger and said softly: "Does it hurt? Now go to Aunt Hui's house, and Aunt Hui will give you the medicinal wine and rub it for you."

Da Qiao waved his hand quickly: "Thank you, Aunt Hui, no, it hurts."

She likes Aunt Hui very much.

Aunt Hui not only looks good, but also treats her well. She often secretly stuffs her to eat. Donglin’s brother Donglin is also very cute. He laughs with two small tiger teeth and always follows her. Called her sister loudly.

Lin Hui saw that her small face was more fleshy than before, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad for her: "Why did you come here alone?"

Da Qiao pointed to the forest in front and said softly: "Go, pick up, dead branches."

Lin Hui untied her own basket and poured the dead branches into the basket behind Da Qiao apart from anything else.

"No, no...no..." Da Qiao was anxious, and stammered even more.

"Take it, Aunt Hui will go in and pick it up in a while, you should go back quickly, don't make you...dad worry." Lin Hui couldn't let her refuse, but she paused slightly when she spoke of her father.

Da Qiao didn't notice her strangeness, her delicate brows were tightly frowned, like two little caterpillars.

Lin Hui knew that she was afraid of causing trouble to herself, so she felt soft in her heart.

She stretched out her hand and rubbed her fluffy hair, and said softly, "Observe, hold it obediently, when you grow up, help Aunt Hui back again, okay?"

Da Qiao tilted his head and thought for a while, and felt that this was not bad, so he smiled with Beckham's teeth: "Okay, in the future, I, help, Aunt Hui, do, housework."

In fact, when she is not nervous or in a hurry, as long as she speaks slowly, the stuttering situation will be much better. But at home, her mother is impatient to listen to her and always shows a look of disgust. How can she not be nervous?

After seeing Da Qiao and Lin Hui left, Song Jinlai's wife ran out of the house and spit on Lin Hui's back: "Bah, what is it? It's on the head of the old lady!"

Goudan's mother followed when she heard the movement, stirring the chicken food in her hand: "Be careful when you turn around, she ran to Aunt Xiuzhi to sue you!"

Song Jinlai's wife's face was stern: "She dare! If she really dared to file a complaint, I will sing out what she likes about Qiao's second child, and who is even more faceless when I see it!"

"Oh my God, can't it? You mean Lin Hui likes Qiao's second child?" Goudan looked excited.

Song Jinlai's wife's chin was high, and she couldn't help it: "Otherwise, why do you think she is so good to Da Qiao's calamity, and you still miss Qiao's second child, that girl is very sulky! Back then..."

Speaking of this kind of peachy gossip, his mother didn't even feed the chicken eggs. He spit wildly when Song Jinlai's wife said.

After separating from Aunt Hui, Da Qiao did not go home immediately, but walked towards Fang's house in the north of the village with a basket on his back.