Although Zhang Yang-Xiao has been kind and kind for hundreds of years and has never been willing to hurt anyone. He is not a good emperor, nor a great hero, but a real good man. Even if it is evil, he cannot bear to kill too quickly. If Zhang Yang really wants to kill him, if he really wants to kill him, ten demons are not enough to kill him.

Zhang Yang smiled bitterly and comforted: "I'm going to stay here for a few days and see what happened." It's not too late to leave now. Your children and your husband will get better, and they will be rescued like this. (.)"

The widow was very happy to hear these words, and knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, the leader of Tao, he is a truly immortal figure." The widow called again and said, "The money has not arrived yet."

Qian'er knelt on the ground and knocked her head down again. "Thank you very much," she said. Zhang Yang looked at the widow and said slowly: "Qian Er, how good is it for me to learn art for a few years?"

Widow Qingmeiyu squeezed into Sichuan with a word, hesitating. After all, she gave birth to a mother and was very attached to her daughter and did not give up. After a while, she seemed to have made a great decision. She did not want her daughter to have a good chance to miss her other person.

Zhang Yang couldn't see the widow's hesitation and said with a smile: "Madam, I want to take the money in a few days."

The widow looked very sad and nodded between her eyebrows. "Yes, boss."

Qian'er's thoughts are simple and happy. "Master came early, Qian'er went to practice qigong early."

The widow looked at her daughter, sighed, and said, "Sir, I've actually made up my mind."

Zhang Yang walked out of the house, smiled for a long time, then picked up the red gourd from his waist, took a sip of wine, and got drunk. He looked like a face but was very rosy and in good spirits, but his whole body was very sloppy.

The waves want to call the Thousand Snow Peach Plums a team of spring. A pot of wine and a pole, how many people are there in the world?

It turns out that when Zhang Yang was drunk, he sang loudly, splitting the stones and passing through the clouds. It can be seen that his temperament is easy-going and does not seek prestige in the world.

On the road, many villagers saw a lazy man, so willful and envious of himself, thinking that he was a fairy-like figure. Although most villagers were superstitious, it was not enough for such a careless person to be polite.

Qianer in the house saw that her master was so unrestrained and unruly, so he kissed her mother. "Madam, the master is so handsome, and his daughter wants to follow her to practice Taoism."

Since taking the pill, the widow Qing has a good mood. He dared not have any disrespect for Zhang Yang, nor has any doubts. It was considered a god. At this time, her eyes were filled with strong worries. She called Qian'er and said, "Qian'er, if you have this opportunity, don't waste it." Mom, don't delay your future. In a few years, you will grow up. "At this time, the widow cried again.

When Qianer saw her mother crying, she felt inexplicably heartache. "Master went to find my father and younger brother, my daughter went with her, and my father and brother took care of my mother's mother," she said.

"Before, my mother doesn't want to leave you. If you go with Shichang, remember to come back to see her mother often, and she will be very happy." The widow gently hugged Qian'er and gently stroked her little head.

For backward villages, there is a feudal idea, that is, the preference for her son. But at this time, in the widow's heart, a daughter is more important than anything else, and a daughter is an unbearable light in her life.
Chapter completed!