Reborn Farmhouse: She counterattacks with a drag oil bottle

Chapter 187 If you don't agree with each other, you will fight each other (please subscribe and recommend)
Riding in a carriage is not only fast, but it is indeed very comfortable.

Su Jinxiu didn't feel that there was anything special, but the children felt extremely proud and proud.

"Uncle Song, a big carriage is good. When I have money, I will also buy a big carriage for my mother."

Little Huzi is worthy of being his own son. This idea, this ideal, is especially caring and heart-warming.

Su Jinxiu was beautiful in her heart, and said in her heart, a child is on the right track, and it is worthy of my mother's overthrowing my painstaking efforts to teach him and pave the way for his future.

But Song Yuanqing didn't know why when he heard the words, his breath stagnated silently, feeling that he was treated as an outsider, and felt a little uncomfortable, so he gave Su Jinxiu a sideways look, as if he was angry, and kept silent.

Su Jinxiu looked at his words, seeing who had stabbed Mr. Song's tendon, and this ancestor's little face was quite ugly, so she didn't find it boring to talk to him.

If you take the initiative to talk to a person who is full of anger, you are asking for no fun, and if you don't make it, you will have to touch your nose, which will ruin your good mood.

"Mother, this carriage is very good, but..." The six-year-old little tiger kept his mouth open and didn't let him rest for a while, sitting beside Song Yuanqing, and said crisply to Su Jinxiu, "Well... this carriage , If you sit for a long time, you will panic and hurt your buttocks.

It would be nice if it didn't go crazy.Mother, when I grow up and get the first prize in the examination, I will definitely build you a carriage that does not bump your ass.

Hmm... When I grow up, you will also be old. Wouldn't it break the old bones to do such a carriage that bumps your butt?Alas... so poor. "

"Puchi..." Su Jinxiu was amused by the clever little head of the cheap son, "Well, good son, your idea is really good, and my mother strongly supports it."

After being praised and praised, the little tiger is even more beautiful, so he asked Song Yuanqing, "Uncle Song, why don't you make your carriage more refined? The one that keeps it from bouncing its ass."

Although it is said that children speak innocently, but... who do you look down on?Song Yuanqing frowned, feeling even more angry.

"Tch...what do children know? How can a car ride without bumps? Don't talk nonsense to make people laugh."

Little Huzi was not angry when he was reprimanded. He looked at Song Yuanqing outside, then turned his head to look outside the car, and said to himself a little unconvinced, "Is the car bumpy? But... I think it should make the car Don't bump your ass."

Su Jinxiu was surprised that the little tiger would have forward thinking, and thought, is this child also a person with a story, and his mind became confused and he lost his memory?
"Old son, why do you suddenly have such a strange idea? How do you know that the car is finished and won't bump its ass?" She asked tentatively.

Little Huzi was also at a loss, "I don't know. Mother, I just feel uncomfortable sitting in this car. I don't want Mother to ride in such a car in the future, so I just said that."

The old son was filial, and Su Jinxiu felt even more relieved, and said to the loving old mother with a smile, "Son, since you want to ride in a car that doesn't bump your ass, you don't have to wait until you grow up to do it for your mother.

After the new year, my mother will make one for you first.At that time, you and your brothers and sisters will go to school in such a car. "

Huzi's words gave Su Jinxiu a good chance to make money, she patted her chest and said frankly.

"Tch... Women don't know how to hold back when they talk big." Song Yuanqing laughed as if he had heard a big joke, before Su Jinxiu finished speaking.

Su Jinxiu glared at him, but didn't respond.

She is too lazy to pay attention to such a little ruffian who is as arrogant as a peacock, who shows off from time to time, and flings his face from time to time.

Childish and naive, arrogant and conceited, she was talking about Song Yuanqing, and she did not hesitate to kill him.

"Hey, Mrs. Su, can you make the bump-free car you mentioned just now?" Su Jinxiu didn't speak, but Song Yuanqing couldn't keep his mouth shut, and asked her.

Su Jinxiu looked up at him, nodded, "You can try."

"Ah? Are you... are you serious?" Song Yuanqing came to his senses, sat up and skilfully picked up the little tiger in his arms, reached out to rub his hair maliciously, and asked suspiciously.

Su Jinxiu nodded again, "Yes, you can try it, maybe it will come true. Dreams can only come true if you have the courage to practice."

Little Huzi's hair was messed up by Song Yuanqing, and he suddenly became a fried tiger. The children in the carriage watched with joy.

The tense and awkward atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became relaxed and high.

Song Yuanqing was childish and casual again, "Tomorrow, Hu Zi, Uncle Song will bring you to town to buy whips, what do you think?"

The so-called whip is not a whip for driving a car, but a pillar that can be thrown into the fire and can be used as a firecracker.

The ancients would throw this kind of bamboo poles that can explode into the fire when they had big weddings during festivals and festivals, and used them as firecrackers.

When the little tiger heard it, he was overjoyed and said yes repeatedly.

This kid can do things and can talk, holding Song Yuanqing's arm, Uncle Song yelled so sweetly, "Uncle Song, when I grow up, I will give it to you in a car that doesn't bump my ass, Paul You like it."

His non-bumping car talk is coming again.

Su Jinxiu sat on the side and rolled her eyes at him.

This kid, this is what it is, why didn't you say that just now?

But just like that, Song Yuanqing was praised beautifully, and he made a few wishes to the little Huzi in succession, "Huzi, come to town tomorrow, we will not only buy a whip, but also a small bow and a few arrows. Buy a small machete."

Little Huzi is very happy today, Song Yuanqing said, he nodded his head, and then said, "Uncle Song, and brother, I will buy it for my brother too. Um... Sister, buy a ball for my sister, when the time comes we four Let’s play Juqiu, do you think this will work?”

Song Yuanqing had no objection.

Su Jinxiu saw that Song Yuanqing had the intention of "buying people's hearts", curled her lips, and poured cold water on the two of them, "Are you awake from the dream?
Also buy a bow and arrow, a small machete?Why don't you go to heaven?Those things can be sold on the market, so why are they called controlled things? "

Not to mention that the control of weapons was particularly strict in ancient times, even in the modern and later generations, not everyone can buy these things casually.

Song Yuanqing is very angry when the truth is exposed.

Can't he use these words to coax the children?ah?There is no one on the market, isn’t there one in his house?

This woman... is really becoming more and more unpleasant. She doesn't show mercy when she exposes others' faults. She has to make others angry. She feels comfortable.

Really, it is difficult to raise a villain and a woman...

"Don't listen to your mother." Song Yuanqing didn't want to talk to Su Jinxiu anymore, so he lowered his head and said to the little tiger in his arms, "No one else has those things, but your Uncle Song's family has them. As long as you like, Uncle Song can give you as much as you like. "

When Su Jinxiu heard this, he curled his lips again, "Little Huzi doesn't want to rebel, what do you need so many weapons for?"

(End of this chapter)