The Lady’s Sickly Husband

Packing the dishes and then entering the kitchen, I know that this is what Zhao Dizhen is busy with?

That pig hind leg, now can not be called the hind legs, can only be called the bobbin bone.

This knife is really good!

More skillful than the master of the meat, the skills of the thousands of snow knife, and I would like to scrape a piece of meat on it.

Isn't that just a little meat?

If Zhao Zizi speaks, this whole pig leg is given to her, what is it worth? It is so disgusting to her.

Looking at the clean and abnormal bones, the strange snow is not angry and laughs.

Very good, playing Yin over to her head.

She is not afraid of losing money, but the most hated thing in her life is that others give her a yin.

She naturally won't go to the door, I think people have already thought about the countermeasures. Going to the door is just taking it for granted!

Sprinkle? Can she not afford that face?

Vomiting? More guilty. The gas is broken and you can't figure it out!

However, she will not forget about this. The mountains and rivers meet, and the days are still very long! Zhao Erzhen is such a good person, still afraid that she is not fooled?

The autumn wind is rustling, the sky is dark.

Packing up the mood, a thousand snow washed his face, opened the package and took out a new quilt from the inside to the bed.

"Where is this?" Ning Shaoqing's face changed, pointing to a quilt on the bed and looking at the stranger.

"Buy today, no one will grab the quilt with you in the future." Thinking about the troubles of the bed, the thousands of snow, did not find his dissatisfaction. Move the previous quilt into the inside and return to the road. "Oh, that quilt is yours, this is mine. From then on, the water does not make a river."

After saying this, the face was a little unnatural, and the thousands of snow took off the clothes and went in.

Mo Qianxue certainly will not tell him what she is doing these days. After another quilt to sleep, he can sit still, but she can't help it.

Woke up every morning, I found myself in the arms of Ning Shaoqing, so that the thousands of snow are self-confident.

This man is an old-fashioned incomprehensible, lying on the bed is the root of the motionless wood, naturally will not take the initiative to hug her. Of course, her shameless old virgin took the initiative to stick it up and roll it over.

Although she is puzzled, she can only judge this way: Is this old virgin's time long, too hunger-stricken, asleep and still in the arms of others?

It’s really a dead man!

Fortunately, every time she wakes up early, retreat quickly, these did not let the incomprehensible arrogance awkward men found, otherwise, can not scare the sick again.

Therefore, her first priority in entering the city was to decide to buy another quilt.

A thousand miles of snow toss a day, two toss and sleep.

Ning Shaoqing was lying in the quilt but couldn't sleep again. For the first time, he thought that his quilt was so thin, so cold!

*

As soon as the day dawned, Fang Zizi and Guihua Zizi went to the door.

Mo Qianxue directed the two of them to put their own kitchen and the abandoned house next to the main house for a long time. The thrown tattered, throw! After brushing, the room can be used as a storeroom to put things in place.

It was almost noon in the afternoon to let the osmanthus scorpion go back, leaving only Fangzizi.

She generally described the wooden shelf for making tofu. After the wooden drawer, she gave a hundred yuan to Fangzizi, and let her man's side help to do a few.

Most of the men in this township are a good hand inside and outside. To be a simple woodworker, it is natural.

Fang Zizi first refused to ask for money, but he couldn’t help but persuade him. In the end, he only had fifty words.

Her man is now working on the yard every day, and he can work for up to ten or twenty cents a day. These wooden shelves, the drawers can be completed in two or three days, comparable to the hard work on the dock. It’s much easier to come, and the wood is cut down on the mountain. She can’t accept this money.

After finishing these arrangements, it was afternoon, doing lunch, waiting for Ning Shaoqing to sleep, and a thousand shovel holding a shovel, only on the back of the mountain.

Since ancient times, there have been three industries, supporting ships, hitting iron, and making tofu. She naturally wouldn't be whimsical to think that only selling tofu can make a fortune, and tofu is just the transition of the simplest money.

Tofu, she doesn't have to be fatal. Whenever she was in the New Year, her mother had to prepare homemade tofu at home, and she took a hand. A few times down, she is naturally light and familiar.

Brine point tofu! The main thing to do tofu is brine. After the coarse salt is prepared, the remaining black liquid is the salt brine, which can make the slurry of the beans condense into a block.

I remember that the mother always had rough salt everywhere in order to make the brine. This world is full of coarse salt everywhere. She doesn't have to find a solution. Now the family has ready-made.

Instead, she used straw mushrooms for soy sauce. She did not see it when she visited Tianxiang City. This time and space, people do not dare to eat casually, so there are only a few common mushrooms on the market.

There is no straw mushroom, the soy sauce made is not fresh, the color is lighter, and there is not much value for food supplement.

Therefore, she must go up the mountain herself to find.

*

At this time, it was the late autumn, the dead leaves of the mountains and plains, a golden color, and the paintings of the paintings in the golden earth.

It was a little bit of snow, but it was a 12-point spirit. He walked in the mountains and had no thoughts to appreciate. On several occasions, she almost fell into the trap that the hunter used to hunt.

Although there are several kinds of mushrooms in her back, there are no straw mushrooms inside.

Wiping his sweat and looking up, the sun sets.

She saw that it was too late, and she was returning along the original road. Inadvertently, she found that the roots of the trees under the hillside were not brown.

Great love! A large piece of straw mushroom...

The stranger was screaming at the snow, and she was in a good mood with a straw mushroom. A figure came out from behind her, her hands crossed, and a rush came to her.

Only by the sixth sense, the strange thousand snow felt a strange look, after a glimpse of the light, see a black shadow fluttering, the conditioned reflection flashed to the side, the figure fluttered empty, slamming, fell a dog on the ground to eat 屎.

Seeing that the man was slamming under a large piece of straw mushroom, not only did he realize that he was facing the danger, but he had a pumping of his mouth, and some unfortunately the grass that had not been able to be harvested under the human body. mushroom.

damned! Who is this person? Dare to crush her straw mushroom, she picked up the small shovel in her hand and went forward.

The man climbed up from the ground, not only was not annoyed, but the hippie smile came back to her again. "Hey, isn't this a Ning Niangzi?"

"Li Kaishi? Is it you? What are you doing?"

A thousand people at a glance recognized the people in front of them, and the famous rogue in the village.

I met this scorpion on the way to Zhang Baozi’s home to Bao’s family that day. He was uncomfortable at the time, and his eyes slid around her face, making her uncomfortable.

Zhang Zizi just played her long mouth and talked about the great achievements of this scorpion.

This guy is not a good commodity anyway, it is abducted, hiding chickens and dogs, and teasing women... These broken things seem to have been done, but they have not caused a big mess, and there is an old man’s dome, so there are no people in the village. How about him?

"Ning Niangzi, see your eyebrows are loose, your buttocks are tight, your sick scorpion must be useless..." Li Kaishi heard her drink and asked, did not stop and stepped closer to her, mouth also The net is something that is not clean.

The stranger is not good, and slowly retreats two steps. The shovel in the cold handle is fiercely played by Li Kaishi, and the back of the back is turned and runs.

A lonely man and a widow, a mountain field, is a hotbed of sin.

Can't beat, can only run.

Li Kaishi was kicked by the shovel in the hands of a thousand snow, with a blood mark on his face.

When he reacted, Mo Qianxue had already carried a hundred meters away from his back.

I touched the blood marks on my face and saw the direction of the strange snow running. He caught up with the smirk and laughed.

This woman must have been frightened. Instead of running down the hill, she ran to the mountain. It seems that today is a blessing. I thought that I could enjoy this beautiful little lady, and the wound on my face was not so painful, and I ran back faster.

The distance is constantly shortening, 100 meters, 80 meters, 50 meters, 10 meters...

Only one meter away...