Chapter 287 Winter is shopping
Lubao’s bedtime summary—this is a happy day.
Yang family.
morning.
Village Chief Yang is rejecting Sanlian: How can this be, how can this be possible, will this be bad?
Things go back to three minutes ago.
Mr. Yang began to suffer from low air pressure early in the morning.
He mentioned at the dinner table who should deliver the meal to Zhang Dabao today.
Yang Yuecheng looked at her father's worried two-year-old face, she was moved, and repeated what Xiao Miao said yesterday.
Then came Village Chief Yang's melancholy.
It's so weird.
I really want to try it.
But it's weird.
Is it true that no one will die?
Village Chief Yang: "Eat and eat, it won't taste good when it gets cold for a while."
After taking two bites, he put down his chopsticks, "You guys say, this way..."
To be honest, Village Chief Yang wished that there had never been such a thing as Zhang Dabao in Huxi Village.
Like Yang Yuecheng, Village Chief Yang doesn't believe that Zhang Dabao didn't take part in those nasty things.
But the county magistrate sentenced him like that, of course he, a little village head, would not go to the trouble.
nausea.
Extremely disgusting.
Murderer.
He also smiled like a rascal and wanted to marry his daughter.
There is no way to repay great kindness and virtue. When you become his son-in-law, you can honor him with his daughter.
I bother!
Seeing what her father thought of, his face became darker and became the bottom of the pot, Yang Yuecheng added fire, "This kind of person won't be able to work steadily when his legs are well, so he might as well just lie at home all the time. At that time, I am afraid that they will either steal chickens or pet dogs, and then the rambunctious Huo Huo people..."
"Dividing the food that can be fed for half a month into two months will make him calm down."
He discussed with a few people, originally there were still objections, he entered Zhang's house and looked at Zhang Dabao, who was lying in the oily quilt and saw them opening their mouths, complaining about why the meal was late today, and decided to let him die Let's go.
Didn’t people starve for five or six days by opening their mouths like a deer frightened branch? They just reduced the amount of each meal and only came to feed one meal a day, and this meal was sweet potatoes with a very satisfying feeling.
—In a sense, there are still many good people in Huxi Village.
After Lu Jingzhi heard the news, he still did not forget to let his family members have fun together, and commented by the way, "If it was in previous years, how could everyone have such kindness? Kindness is based on money, and most of their money is based on money. I earned it from working for Mr. Jiang, what should I do if I feel aggrieved for some reason?"
"Beat him up." Shen Nanwei fanned the flames with a bad idea.
"Farewell, what if the injured can't eat sweet potatoes and ask for millet porridge."
"Then starve to death."
Seeing several people looking over, Jiang Wunian slowly raised his hand, "I'll just talk casually."
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The new year begins, and the taste of the year is getting stronger.
Twenty-three, sticky melon.
The warehouse is full of what her family should buy and what should not be bought.
It should appear in this era and should not appear in this era.
Humans like two kinds of flowers.
There is money to spend and casual spending.
Coincidentally, the two flowers in their family are blooming well.
Twenty-four, cleaning day.
Lu Jingzhi's home field.
Their house is a new house, clean, and she has been through it with water-based abilities, and it exudes a holy light.
Twenty-five, make tofu.
Buy, buy, eat, eat.
Who doesn’t love mapo tofu.
Teppan tofu, as the beginning of the business, has an indelible position in their family.
Jiang Wunian: "The second sister said the same to the hot and sour noodles last time."
Lu Jingzhi: "The rain and dew are all covered."
Shen Nanwei: "This sentence is so scumbag."
Wei Xiaoqi pursed his lips and smiled.
(end of this chapter)