The Analects of Righteous Father’s Collapse

"Today's tofu is extraordinarily tender, Liu Wei, you have to come together, give your man a dish of tender tofu, add some shallots and salt, you can drink."

"Wang Dameizi, you can come a little late today, but you have to keep the old tofu I have already helped you, you see two pounds wrong, a total of three texts."

Jiang Liu just came to the present body, and there are still some environments that are not suitable for the noisy surroundings.

He looked around and found that the person on the side was very big, which made him subconsciously raise his hand to see, small and small, pinching his fist to the size of the egg, which is at best a sixty-seven. The hand of a child.

Jiang Liu couldn't help but frown. Do you have to start from a child this time?

But now is not the time to consider this. Now that this noisy environment is obviously not absorbing the original memory and the current world mission, Jiangliu simply observes the things around him, so that he has a general understanding of the mission world.

At this moment, he was curling up in a large bamboo basket, holding a soft dried persimmon in his hand. The river licked his mouth and had a sweet taste. It seems that the original body was just eating dried persimmons.

As for the bamboo basket of this body, it is located behind a tofu stall. A woman who only sees the back is eagerly cutting the tofu and squatting the skirt, and can see that the family is ordinary.

Wait a minute, Jiang Liu’s eyes widened, watching the dresses of the people around him, and the copper plates that customers handed over when they bought the tofu.

He came to ancient times!

I don't know which emperor was in place, or came to an overhead dynasty that did not exist in his memory.

"Yang Niangzi, the rest of the tofu is going to be on our house."

A middle-aged man dressed as a manager appeared with the two women in front of the booth, pointing to the remaining tofu on the stall.

Because the woman who was called the niece was facing the river, he naturally did not see the disgust and vigilance that the woman flashed when she cut the tofu.

"A total of twenty-seven articles, the blessing of Liu Guanzhi, we can also get up early."

The woman acted to put the tofu into the wooden box that the woman had handed over. When she was preparing to take the copper money from the manager, the hand of the manager touched the woman's palm with some irregularities.

Resist the disgust, the woman quickly took the money, then collected the wooden board and put it in another empty basket, waiting for the thing to say something, and quickly picked up the guy with the pole and loaded it. The son's bamboo basket stalked into the alley not far away.

"I really went out to see God, I changed a few places, how can I still encounter that disgusting thing."

Meng Yu Niang snorted and saw the son of the basket in her eyes wide and looked at her with some ignorance. She quickly converges on her face and squeezes a smile to whisper a good word to her son.

"Dalang, the persimmons in the morning are not good, wait until the mother has enough money, and the mother will send you to the book. In the future, you will have a big meal, not to mention the dried persimmons, you can eat them."

This is a very pretty and beautiful woman, but because of the widow's sake, she is wearing a dull fabric, a black hair wrapped in blue cloth, fixed with a stalk, although she can see that she is already suppressing her own Color, but the long and narrow eyes of Dan Feng 婉 婉 婉 , , , , , , , , 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹 丹

As a widow, just like that, the grievances of Meng and Miao are much more, but as soon as she sees her son’s face like her own, she has nothing to worry about. The son is her life, her hope of living and Courage, as long as the son is good, she is aggrieved and what happened.

Because I still haven't absorbed the memory of the original body, Jiangliu didn't dare to talk indiscriminately. It just smiled sweetly at the woman, and then ate the half of the dried persimmon in her hand.

I don't know if it was too comfortable to sit in the bamboo basket. The persimmon fell asleep without eating the river. When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, and there was a loud and arguing noise outside the house.

Jiangliu is a little embarrassed. After all, he lived in a mature adult. He just had to set up a man who didn’t destroy his original body. He was so cheeky that a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties was back. I want to be a little embarrassed.

He pushed the door open and the outside dispute was louder and louder.

"Meng Yu Niang, you are a stinky nephew. You and the Hu Guirong are entangled in it. It is still in the big day, people are hitting you and Wang Ju’s management is eyebrows. It is said that both hands are still Touching a piece, you are a **, no man will die of thirst you can't!"

The words of this sharp female voice are really hard to hear, and the river can't help but frown.

He didn't know what happened in the morning, but the original mother can't help but know how to avoid it. She is not the woman who is described as uneasy in the population, and she has absolutely no affair with the manager.

"Yes, I don't know how my older brother would look at you."

This time, it is a man who helps, although I don’t know who it is, I can’t like the other side.

Because the room was not big, the river quickly followed the sound to the yard, and saw the body of the mother and a pair of looks, the ugly couple groaning.

When I saw the river coming out, the man’s eyes lit up and quickly pointed at him and said: “Da Lang is the son and grandson of our Jiang family. Now my big brother is dead. Dalang should be taken care of by my little uncle. As for you, Meng Yu Niang If you are a restless woman, you should get out of our Jiang family and don't dirty our Jiang family."

"That is, if you have a foreign surname, what is the business of our family, it is also that the older brother is fainted, and he gave me the tofu's recipe before he died."

The woman went on to say, and then greedily looked at this fairly large yard, which should belong to their second room.

Jiang Liu figured out that it was originally for the sake of ancestral production.

The original father seems to have passed away, and handed over the craftsmanship of his family to his wife. Seeing the couple’s anxious appearance, the craft should be the family’s preacher, or a family brother. It doesn't make sense to know that the second child has to use his coercion to force his survivors to surrender the secret recipe after his death.

And the other party seems to be more than just a family story, and now the house where they live.

Look at the woman who should be his little sister, the eyes are stuck in the house, and I can't wait to move in immediately.

"Da Lang, come to Xiaoyan, don't get your maiden fox."

Su Panyun screamed at the river, and said with a look of pleasing.

At this time, her heart was full of disgust and disdain for the flow of the river. When she had to go to the ancestral home of the Jiang family, she would not care about the life and death of the big sister of this big house.

"Su Panyun, the old lady does not care for your claws."

Meng Yu-niang is willing to endure the two rooms for the early death, but she decided not to allow the couple to put their minds on their sons, and they are not allowed to ruin their reputation in front of their sons.

Being able to save her son and ancestral home in the hands of the clan, Meng Mengniang is a good bully. She took a machete directly from the basket and rushed to the couple in Jiang Erchun and Su Panyun.

"You ruin my reputation, that is, I want to force me to die, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, before the death of the old mother, the skin of your family will be first smashed."

"Hey, what do you do with Meng Mengniang, you still want to kill people."

Jiang Erchun chopped the sharp machete, immediately softened his legs and ran towards the door. Su Panyun was better than him, but he couldn’t go anywhere.

"It is you who want to kill me with the swear words that don't know where to hear them. I want to die and die."

Meng Yu Niang danced with a machete and slammed it on the door panel. She almost fell on Su Panyun's face and scared her to kneel on the ground.

"I admit that I was married after I entered Jiangjia. You Su Panyun always moved around with me. Well, you are not saying that I am a fox, saying that I broke the innocence of Jiangjia, now I am torn. You are in this clothes, let all the men look at your white flowers and see if you can continue to be innocent."

Meng Yu Niang ironed her face and said with a machete.

Su Panyun saw her tone not like a fake, immediately scared to crawl away, did not dare to stay provocative, for fear that Meng Yu Niang really married her clothes, this time she can not be a man, directly hanged a rope to forget themselves .

"You, you give me waiting!"

Until the race was far away, Su Panyun only took the courage to threaten it.

Meng Yu Niang snorted and looked at the neighbors who looked around and looked at the neighbors, shutting the door.

When she turned her head, she took care of some messy hair and restored the gentle and graceful look. She bent down and touched her son's small head.

"Dalang, just the mother did not scare you, the mother is anxious, nonsense said something bad, you can not learn, or the mother must be angry."

Looking at the machete that she still holds in her hand, she thought of the woman's virginity in front of her eyes. The river slammed and slammed her head.

Mom, his mother-in-law in this world is too fierce. Jiangliu thinks about his current small arm and calf, and decides to stick his tail to be a man.