Chen Dagou has a very good relationship with her mother and son.

To be honest, Wan Xinke was also worried that his son would not be there these days. Seeing him return safely, he was naturally happy.

She touched Chen Dagou's short hair, then his bare chin, and suddenly cursed: "You knocked on the sand can, but you really didn't recognize your beard after you pushed it."

Chen Dagou also felt that he looked strange. He couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he just couldn't catch his head with trouble.

Song Qingyun coughed, but Wan Xinke ignored it.

There was no way, he continued to cough again.

Wan Xinke then turned around: "If you feel uncomfortable, you take medicine. If you have tuberculosis, you will go to the hospital for a visit. If you die, I will donate a cemetery."

This is really ugly. Even if Song Qingyun has a good temper, he is still a young man. The young man is naturally angry: "Wan Yue'e, don't be so vicious. I, Song Qingyun, came to Hongshi Village for work and never had the intention of persuading others."

Wan Xinke hummed heavily: "You really don't have the intention to harm others. You just want to harm us mother and son. We live so hard that we can't afford to eat. What's wrong with growing some potatoes as food? Secretary Song Da, you, wanted to shovel the floor with someone. Do you want us to starve to death?"

Song Qingyun looked at her house and the electrical appliances in the main hall and retorted: "Wan Xinke, look at your family's conditions, it seems like you can't afford to eat? Just your TV, air conditioner, and sofa, you have to be thousands of dollars faster. In Hongshi Village, your family's conditions are not at the forefront, it's okay to be medium-sized, right?"

"My house is good, so what if the appliances and furniture in the house are good, but no one will raise a man when I die! I am now living a life of nothing. Don't look at my life on the surface, but it's actually a mess inside. I've wanted to sell these things for a long time. Otherwise, Secretary Song Da, you can take it. The TV is discounted by 1,000 yuan, the refrigerator is 1,500 yuan, and this house is discounted by 10,000 yuan. The mother and I have got the money, and at least we can live for ten or eight years."

"Absurd, who bought your appliances and house?" Song Qingyun held back his anger: "But you have a pension, and you get a payment that day every month."

"You know what a big deal, a green hook doll."

Qing Gouzi was a swearing word, and Song Qingyun's face sank: "Wan Xinke, what's the point of saying the truth? Who are you cursing?"

"So what if you scold you?" Wan Xinke rushed forward: "Although I have a pension, I am in poor health. I am just a weak old man. After taking all the pension medicine, I rely on growing potatoes to save my life."

"Are you weak?" Song Qingyun looked at Kong Wu's powerful Wan Xinke incredibly, and couldn't help but retreat. This woman was so imposing. Standing in front of her body like an iron tower, you couldn't even breathe.

"I'm not in the mood."

"Haha, haha." Song Qingyun exited the main hall and stood in the yard, laughing loudly: "Wan Xinke, you are the one who can carry two hundred kilograms of loads, the hero of the female, Hongshi Mu Guiying, don't make yourself Lin Daimei, I really can't accept this character."

Wan Xinke said lightly: "I have three highs."

Song Qingyun's smile froze. It seems that it makes sense. She almost convinced her successfully.

He had a quarrel with Wan Xinke, and the noise was louder, which had already alarmed the neighbor next door. Many people were standing outside the wall watching the fun. Some children even climbed up the wall to sit and watch the storm.

Immediately a villager answered outside: "Wan Xinke, you are so tall, you are so loud, you are so tall, and you have a high voice and a high fucking voice."

"Haha, haha!" The onlookers laughed, and even Song Qingyun couldn't help laughing.

Wan Xinke was dissatisfied and scolded: "You say a hammer, and try another word."

Of course, that person didn't dare to try it. He died if he tried it. Who can afford Wan Xinke?

I shrank my head and hid.

Wan Xinke saw that Song Qingyun laughed, and was furious, and shouted, "You laugh too."

With so many people pointed at the nose and scolded, there was no place to put the face. Song Qingyun finally got angry: "Vulgar, stop scolding!"

"What's wrong with me scolding you?"

"Wan Xinke, since there are so many people coming today, let's open the matter. This year, everyone has to plant winter wheat, and the village is short of water. The water diversion from Xinlian is related to the food problems of all villagers. If you cut off the water alone, you are going against everyone. Aren't you afraid of Hongshi Village being stung by others? "

"I'm not afraid. Get out with me, don't you get out, right? Then I'm not polite." Wan Xinke saw Song Qingyun's attitude that he was going to mobilize the whole village to criticize him, and thought to himself how he could succeed.

She was an impulsive person and immediately opened her five claws and grabbed Song Qingyun's face.

Fortunately, Secretary Xiao Song reacted quickly and jumped back and barely avoided it.

"It's not that easy to run!"

"What are you going to do, what are you doing, and there is still a law?"

"The law cannot control me. At worst, I can arrest me at the sect restaurant. It's fine if someone controls the food."

"Dad... don't hit my mom, don't hit my dad..." Chen Dagou saw the two of them chasing and running away, and didn't know what to do. When he was anxious, he ran with them.

"Okay!" the villagers cheered.

"The fight starts, the fight starts. Secretary Song and Wan Xinke fight. Hurry up and block the gate of the courtyard, otherwise Secretary Song will run away."

If Secretary Song escaped, there would be no fun to watch.

When the biggest official in the village is fighting with the most fierce woman, there will inevitably be a wonderful encounter with Mars hitting the earth, and you must not miss it.

A cramped child pulled the door up and locked it.

"You...you..." Song Qingyun pulled the door several times, but couldn't open it, and vomited blood in anger.

Things are so persistent.

Three people were circling around the yard like a lantern.

Immediately, several elderly people couldn't stand it: "Dirty, dizzy, and want to vomit."

"Grandpa, go home and rest, don't tell at all."

"No, I think I can still hold on. Hey, Secretary Song can really run away. He's gone out in two miles."

"Yes, it's such a labor force. I didn't expect that the people in the city are in such good health."

"Secretary Song probably hasn't been married yet, right?"

"What does this matter have to do with getting married or not... Oh, I understand."

When someone pointed at me like this, Song Qingyun's lungs were about to explode. One was angry, and the other was that he was really out of strength.

After a while, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and the ground seemed to turn into cotton and no force was left.

Finally, Secretary Xiao Song gave up resistance, put his hands on his knees, bent down and breathed heavily: "Wan... Wan Yue'e, today... whatever you want... Huh, I can't do it anymore."

Unfortunately, the expected dragon claw hand did not attack, and Song Qingyun looked closely and felt overjoyed.

I saw that Wan Xinke couldn't hold on to sit on the flower bed, and his chest was as violent as a bellows.

She is fat and has a lot of burden. Every time she takes a step, she consumes several times the amount of physical energy she puts in.

The two gave up at the same time, both sides suffered a draw.

A big dog in Chen was still surrounding the invisible center of the circle in the yard, taking light steps, not stopping to run or stopping to run.
Chapter completed!