Vol 311 Chapter 368: 368 Weird old lady

Chapter 368 368. Weird old lady

In total, there are 30 acres of orchards. It is not as expensive as expected to install cameras.

Just because Wulan said this, Song Tan felt that the hard work of the past six months was worth it. At least her mother is no longer as fussy about spending money as she was at the beginning of the year, and is even willing to throw her own money into it.

Next, it shouldn’t be that difficult to persuade her to relax a little and enjoy it, right?

Step by step, she is very satisfied with the current pace of her family.

However, installing cameras in an orchard is somewhat different from installing cameras at home, and we need to learn more about the installation and configuration of wireless bridges.

Fortunately, there is still some time before the peaches that are the most difficult to guard are ripe, so it is not so urgent now...

However, just as this thought turned around, I heard the familiar buzz of a tricycle on the road.

Isn’t this car just driving a little too fast?

Song Youde immediately ran to the edge of the yard and saw that Qiao Qiao had turned to the door smoothly, and then angrily got out of the car and carried two empty plastic buckets.

“Sister, someone stole something on the mountain!”

What? We were just talking about stealing things, and now someone comes to steal them? !

“Stealing what? Stealing watermelon?!”

Ulan became anxious and could not wait to rush up the mountain.

But as soon as he lifted his feet, he sighed again.

She also knew the customs in the village, and they were very fond of hugging each other. And this kind of thing like touching one or two melons is not called stealing at all.

Even if you go up the mountain and want to be a gregarious person in the village, is it possible that you can still turn people into a police station?

If you don’t fit in with others…

She smiled bitterly.

The village is no better than outside. If you deliberately make trouble when someone comes back to help, you will lose not even a little bit.

This is also a major problem in rural development today.

She took a deep breath. Although she didn't think about the long-term future, she had already gone through the stakes in her mind after just a few changes of thoughts. She had no choice but to listen patiently to Qiaoqiao again -

"I was about to feed the king, and he suddenly ran to the back mountain with a bark! Even Dabai couldn't catch up!"

“When I went over and took a look, I saw Grandma Zhou from the village standing in front of our peach grove, picking two cowpeas in her hand!”

He was angry as he spoke. Ulan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you just pick two cowpeas?"

A fence was also set up outside the peach grove, and a shelf was set up on it. Luffa, cowpeas, cherry tomatoes, etc. were planted, and some of each were planted.

Now the peach grove is surrounded by a dense crowd, and it is impossible to see what is inside unless you pass through the special fence gate.

But the key to the fence door is only given to the family with two keys. There is another handful in the hands of Zhang Wang's family.

Qiaoqiao became even more angry when he heard this!

“She wanted to pick a lot more! She also wanted to enter the peach grove! It’s just that the king went there early and kept barking at her, so I stopped her from entering.”

This is the first time this has happened in the family, and everyone takes it very seriously. Just ask him:

“Why did you stop me?”

"Me!" Qiaoqiao was obviously very excited. She gasped and said, "I'm just like this -"

Thought for a moment and then said: "Bite her clothes!"

“Which Grandma Zhou?” Song Tan was curious.

"Who else could it be?" Ulan curled his lips in disgust: "It's your Uncle Mao Zhu's mother! People say bad bamboos produce good bamboo shoots, and your Uncle Mao Zhu is the good person in the family. Damn, that old lady, I can't stand it anymore!" "Is your surname also Zhou?" Song Tan's focus was on the other side.

Wulan nodded: "She came here to escape the famine and worked as a child bride for Zhou Maozhu's father. She also suffered a lot when she was young...Now that she is older, everyone is living a better life. If she is safe and stable, "Sure, who in the village doesn't respect her?"

“I just do those **** things every day, which I can’t even explain.”

Song Tan had an impression: "Qiao Qiao, is she the old lady who spoke very unpleasantly when I took you to the canteen to buy bubble gum?"

The old lady probably didn’t just want to take advantage of their family’s things, but because she had taken the king and a few treasures for a walk in the village before, there were some rumors that the king ate tigers...

So the old lady didn’t dare to act rashly for a while, right?

After all, she can act arrogantly with her husband, but with a dog that has eaten a tiger, if it bites her to death before she acts arrogantly, who will she ask to compensate?

"So..." Song Tan looked at him: "You, no, did the king bite off Grandma Zhou's clothes?"

Qiao Qiao lowered her head in grievance: "I didn't mean to bite the king so hard, but she was too bad. While picking cowpeas, she thought our cowpeas were picked too fast, and no good ones were left. I also wanted to pick cherry tomatoes that were not red...but she was short enough and in the end she pushed me to go into the peach forest to look at the watermelons...I didn't want to!"

His face was red with anger, and his black hair had grown a little long. Sweat was sticking to his forehead at the moment, and he looked very embarrassed.

But what he said was tough:

"So I told the king that although Grandma Zhou is old and not a good person, she can't be bitten, so just bite her clothes off!"

“The king went and bit it.”

Zhang Yanping asked curiously: "Then...what did the king bite into her clothes?"

At this time, Qiaoqiao lowered his head, spoke in a small voice, and stretched out his little finger to sign: "Just chew it up a little bit."

A little bit? A little older?

Everyone was about to ask again, but they saw that it was already noon, and there were curses coming from outside the door.

The abuse spread all the way from the direction of the old house, getting louder and louder in the empty village. I just wished that half of the village people would stick their heads out and listen!

“…I feed the dogs oily and slick food every day, I’m suffering from the plague… I’m heartless… and I let the dogs bite me, an old lady…”

The country slang and the harsh words when swearing made Ulan turn pale with anger!

Song Tan quickly patted her back comfortingly: "Mom, you must have suffered a loss when she shouted so loudly!"

“Come on, come on, don’t be angry! Didn’t Qiao Qiao say that the king chewed up her clothes? Let’s just take a look at how the clothes were chewed up.”

Everyone then regained their energy, tried not to listen to the dirty words, and came to the gate together.

Look towards the road! But on the road in the distance, a shriveled and thin old lady was walking towards this end with her back bent.

Wearing a pair of floral polyester loose pants, only the thigh section of the left leg is left at the moment.

Not to mention the upper body, a large **** was ripped out directly from the waistline and the fork was opened.

So much so that while the old lady was cursing angrily, she had to pinch her armpit with her left hand to prevent her clothes from completely falling into a mess.

Everyone was stunned - just...it was really only a few hundred million bites...

Don’t think it’s an exaggeration. There really are old ladies like this in the village (for example, in our village, when I walk past her door, I feel like someone is trying to get into her house. The old lady is still very confident in her seventies or eighties)

Don’t think it doesn’t exist in the city. Two years ago, an aunt in the same neighborhood caused a scene in the bank because of 3,000 yuan. When the police came to arrest her, she just took off her pants—

I know a lot, just because I am a friend of women, Electronic Tree Hole...

(End of this chapter)

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