Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Zhang Yuanwai probably never dreamed that his patron fell so quickly that the newly appointed county magistrate ignored him, and it would be useless to give him more money.

Member Zhang was so angry that he couldn't afford it.

I used to marry a concubine before, because Zhang member did not have much time outside, so after this time Zhang member's outside gas disease, he is already in the dying state and there is no cure.

Zhang Mansion was in a mess.

The bandits again came to the conclusion that no one can offend Chuzheng.

Because you don't know where she will fix you.

I don't know how to die.

They still obediently be bandits...No, it's better to be guards.

Everyone in the cottage is waiting for their money to raise it!

I have to work hard to be a guard today.

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Zhang Yuanwai and the magistrate fell from power, and no one asked Yang Cicui for trouble.

But Yang Cuicui was still unlucky.

Jiang Liangye was inhumane, drunk all day and stayed home.

Even if something like this happened to Jiang Dasheng, Jiang Liangye didn't say anything.

Jiang Dasheng needed money to treat his legs. Yang Cuicui didn't have money to treat him. Jiang Dasheng lay on the bed all day and was scolded by Yang Cicui.

Jiang Yuyu is not much better.

On the other hand, Chuzheng, people come and go every day, delicious and fun delivery inside.

There is a wall, but the fragrance can be smelled every day, and the chef next door changed his method to make good food.

In the village, most people can't eat meat for a month, but they eat it every day next door.

Even if they eat every day, they still keep dogs.

Dogs are all meat!

Not as good as a dog.

It's so angry.

Winter is in the blink of an eye.

It is covered with heavy snow, so people in the village don't go out very much, try to minimize exercise to ensure that they can survive this winter.

"Mother, there is no food..." Jiang Yuyu pointed to the empty food bag, shaking with cold.

Yang Cuicui is more fierce than before: "What's the use of telling me if there is no food? Do I have food?"

Jiang Yuyu was yelled unhappy: "Then we will starve to death."

"You#!*%..." Yang Cuicui cursed: "You don't know how to find a way?"

"Whatever I thought of, the food was taken away. My brother doesn't come back every day, and you keep him food. I think you want to starve me to death."

Jiang Liangye now sleeps all day except eating and doing nothing.

Yang Cuicui still regarded him as a treasure. How could Jiang Yuyu think of it?

"You dead girl, are you deliberately finding fault?" Yang Cuicui pinched Jiang Yuyu, cursing while pinching.

"What are you arguing about?"

Jiang Dasheng stood at the door with his cane, looking at them dissatisfied.

"What's the noise? The family can't open the pot anymore, what are you talking about." Yang Cuicui began to complain about Jiang Dasheng again, and attributed the current situation to Jiang Dasheng.

Jiang Dasheng's face gradually became hard to look.

"You're just a waste, look at what you are now, and your old lady will serve you Balabala..."

"Yang Cuicui!" Jiang Dasheng broke out and snarled: "If it wasn't for you, could I become like this?"

"Heh, Jiang Dasheng, are you to blame me?" Yang Cuicui said with her arms folded, "You agreed at the time, now are you to blame me?"

Jiang Yuyu looked at the quarreling parents, threw things and left the kitchen.

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The yard next door.

Wrapped in a cloak, Liang Han poured food to the **** dog. He heard the arguing next door and gave a tut.

The next door is noisy every day, endless.

After Liang Han fed the dog, he wrapped his cloak and returned to the house.

"Miss Chu Zheng."

"Have you seen Qiu Ya?"

"It's in the yard." Liang Han said: "I called him, and he ignored me."

When Chu Zheng went out, he saw Qiu Ya in the yard.

Two bandits stood by and stamped their feet, probably because they were afraid that he would leave the yard and stay by.

Seeing Chuzheng coming, the two of them walked far away very interestingly.

Chu Zheng walked over: "What are you doing?"

Qiu Ya raised his eyes, a pair of bright and crisp eyes said: "Snowman."

Chu Zheng: "..."

Have a good meal!

What snowmen are piled up in winter.

What to do if it's cold!

"Isn't it cold?" Chu Zheng looked at his frozen red hands.

"It's not cold." Qiu Ya shook his head. He stretched out his hand and shook Chuzheng gently: "Shall we make snowmen?"

That hand is like ice cubes.

Being pulled by him, the cold air drilled straight into the bones.

"Not good." Chu Zheng pulled him up and wrapped his cloak tightly: "Go back to the house."

Qiu Ya's unhappiness was written on his face: "I am not."

"..."

Is it because I am so good to him that he dares to reject himself now?

The little thing is terrible!

"disobedient?"

Qiu Ya was deeply impressed by this word. He pressed his lower lip aggrievedly, his eyes were instantly filled with mist, he lowered his head and whispered: "Observe, I am obedient."

"Go back to the house."

Qiu Ya did not dare to refute.

Back in the house, Chuzheng let him warm up the fire first, and asked Liang Han to go and build a snowman in the yard.

Liang Han: "..."

What snowman the bandits build! ! !

After a stick of incense.

"Brother Liang, how do you pile snowmen?"

"how could I know!"

Liang Han looked at Xuexue helplessly.

Robbery is easier than making a snowman.

"Go, find some kids in the village." Liang Han suddenly had an idea.

The bandits lit up.

The crowd dispersed and went to the village to catch a few children.

The children were shivering with fright, and the adults warned them to stay away from here. Unexpectedly, they would be caught here... it was terrible.

"Wow……"

"Why cry?"

The bandits were afraid of noisy Chuzheng, a vicious threat.

But it's useless, the tendency of children to cry louder and louder...

A group of bandits are a little at a loss.

"Don't be afraid, you just have to do us a favor, these things are yours." Liang Han took the roast chicken and roast duck, tempting the children.

Attracted by the smell of roast chicken and duck, the crying stopped, and they looked at them with tearful eyes.

Liang Han sighed.

"You build a snowman in the yard, these are all yours."

"...Really, really?"

"Of course, what I lied to you."

Liang Han grinned.

But Liang Han's wicked look made people feel even more terrifying when he laughed, and the children backed away in fright.

Liang Han coughed: "Let's work."

The children in the village have no toys.

On a snowy day, the only toy is a snowman.

The children worked together in a division of labor, and quickly piled up the snowman.

A few bandits squatted and watched, trying hard to learn how to make a snowman. What if Miss Zheng had to make a snowman tomorrow?

This thing looks very simple.

Just roll a few **** and pile them up!

Liang Han divided the roast chicken and roast duck among several children: "Okay, let's go back."

The children stepped back, still fear in their eyes. Seeing Liang Han and a few bandits were looking at the snowman, the children looked at each other and ran away.

After running far out of the yard, the children stopped.

Each of them was assigned a whole roast chicken or roast duck, which was even more unreal than dreams.

They took the things back, and the adults felt it was not true, but the things were indeed in front of them and they had to believe it.