Rebirth in the college entrance examination: making a fortune with rough man

Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Deng Mazi looked obscene, and smiled and leaned over: "Cui Zhiqing, do you want to help?"

Cui Xue kept panting heavily, looked at Yu Zhi in disbelief, and left just like that.

Hearing Deng Mazi's voice, he became even more furious, and roared sternly and ferociously: "Get out."

He rolled his eyes and became dizzy, probably out of anger.

Deng Mazi's eyes lit up after rubbing, and he looked left and right, but there was no one there.

The withered black hand stretched out towards Cui Xue, she can't eat meat, so drink some soup first.

He's not stupid, this woman opens her mouth and shuts her mouth just to report, she usually hides away when she sees her, today such a good opportunity is rare in a hundred years.

Don't say it, this bitch is a bit annoying.
Deng Mazi laughed so obscenely that his saliva flowed out.

After touching enough, seeing that Cui Xue was freezing to death, I hugged her up and ran around the village, shouting that Cui Zhiqing had fainted, and I sent her back.

The old and young men in the village looked at Deng Mazi and hugged Cui Xuejiao's delicate and soft body tightly. When they ran around the village, their legs were cross-legged, they were so envious and jealous.

But they didn't have the guts of Deng Mazi to provoke Cui Xue, let alone a tigress at home, let alone touch her.

As soon as Lao Sang's family of five entered the yard, they closed the gate tightly.

Yu Zhi secretly opened one eye, looked left and right for no one else, and then opened both eyes.

Pat Sang Dazhuang's hand: "Put me down quickly."

Sang Dazhuang persisted, his face was still dark, his eyes were still red, and his brows were tightly furrowed: "I, let's go to the hospital."

"Fuck you idiot," Wang Xinfeng slapped Sang Dazhuang's forehead with a slap, "You idiot, my eyes are covered in feces, I didn't inherit any of your cleverness, I inherited all of your stupid father's stupidity. I'm so stupid that I want to poke my own eyes, so as not to be pissed off by you."

"Useless trash dim sum, just stood there stupidly and didn't say anything to help Zhizhi. Pity my Zhizhi's small arms and legs, and I have to swing the broom by myself. Tell me, marry a man What's the use, it's just that your two taels of meat can be of some use, otherwise you might as well marry a pig."

Wang Xinfeng is really angry, her son is not stupid enough, usually he still has a little brain, but when he encounters Yuzhi, his head is smashed flat by the door, feces and urine are poured into his brain from his eyes, and he is taken big by others. The iron hammer was smashed for three days and three nights, and it seemed that he was blind and blind, so stupid that he was unique in the world, what a crime.

Feeling the love from his mother's soul, Sang Dazhuang was ashamed, no, no, he didn't have only two taels of meat on his body, all his 200 catties of meat were useful.

Yu Zhi quietly blushed, Sang Dazhuang with such a big physique
Ah... bah bah bah, thinking about colored waste.

Feeling the vibration of Wang Xinfeng's big slap on Sang Dazhuang's body, Yuzhi gritted her teeth in distress: "Mom, don't be angry, be careful to make yourself angry, I'm fine, I'm not tired at all, but I'm refreshed, and I can't beat myself up Are you happy when you go up?"

Wang Xinfeng turned his head and raised a smiling face, took Yuzhi's hand and looked at her flushed palm, feeling very distressed: "How can you not be tired, you are still weak, good boy, go to the room to rest, mom will give you Go make something delicious."

Facing Shang Sang Dazhuang, it was a ferocious tigress face again: "What are you doing with the pestle, and you haven't sent Zhizhi back to the house, you are going to freeze her to death."

Sang Dazhuang has already come to his senses, his daughter-in-law is fine, but he has never been willing to let go, this time she let go, I don't know when I will be able to hug her, what is he going to do after being hit by his mother twice, it doesn't hurt or itch.

Secretly watching Yu Zhi's face, she slowly moved into the house, but the daughter-in-law didn't refuse, didn't refuse, never refused.

Yuzhi ignored Sang Dazhuang's little thought, and waved to Wang Xinfeng: "Thank you, mom."

"It's not hard, it's not hard." Wang Xinfeng was also nervous, seeing his silly son getting closer to Yuzhi's house, he hurriedly beckoned the two little ones to get into the kitchen so that Yuzhi wouldn't let Sang Dazhuang in because of embarrassment .

The house Yuzhi lives in is the best in Lao Sang's house. There are only three rooms in Lao Sang's house, a main room and two bedrooms.

This room used to be lived by Wang Xinfeng, and was cleaned up later for Sang Dazhuang and Yuzhi's wedding.

But Sang Dazhuang only came in when he was forced to consummate the house with Yuzhi on the day of his wedding, and he was never allowed again after that, and he has always lived in the firewood shed next to him.

Later, they had children, and when the two children were born, they lived in another room with Wang Xinfeng.

When Sangshen was just two years old, she didn't want to live with Wang Xinfeng, so she ran to squeeze into the firewood shed with Sang Dazhuang, and has been there ever since.

Stepping into this room again, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help being timid and excited. The elm stick nestled in Sang Dazhuang's arms, and he didn't react at all, as if the rules he had made before didn't exist at all.

Yuzhi cleaned up the house by himself, not only Sang Dazhuang was not allowed to enter, but others were also not allowed to enter.

It was full of the scent of elm branches, and Sang Dazhuang was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and his legs trembled when he walked.

With low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he didn't dare to look around, and was about to put the elm branches on the kang and go out.

But Yu Zhi grabbed Sang Dazhuang and did not let go: "You sit on the kang."

Sang Dazhuang didn't dare to refute and didn't dare to sit down, his butt touched the edge of the kang, and he stood stiffly.

Yuzhi smiled secretly, sat on Sang Dazhuang's lap, took a comfortable position, nestled into his arms, put her ears on her chest, and listened to the beating heartbeat like a drum, feeling extremely at ease.

I wanted to do this in the hospital, but it was inconvenient because there were so many people.

Sang Dazhuang felt the little daughter-in-law in his arms, soft and fragrant, his heartbeat became louder and louder, he subconsciously held his breath for fear of scaring Yuzhi.

Yu Zhi was afraid that the man would make a fuss, so she sighed and got up from Sang Dazhuang.

She had accumulated a lot of prestige in the past, and she would not be able to change the man's mentality for a while, so she could only take it slowly.

When Yuzhi left, Sang Dazhuang couldn't help being disappointed, and he was quite satisfied after thinking about it. These are closeness that he never dared to think about before.

Rubbing his hands together, he stood up: "I, I first..."

"Sit down and don't move."

Sang Dazhuang sat down without saying a word, it was Yuzhi who ordered and moved, which proved that her training over the years was very successful.

Yuzhi doesn't want to complain anymore, these are all her own sins, and she has to bear them herself.

Turning around, he went to the kang cabinet and took out a small cloth bag, and took out the sandalwood bracelet inside.

This was given to her by Wang Xinfeng when she got married. She said it was a family heirloom passed down to her daughter-in-law from Lao Sang's family.

Made of sandalwood, it is not expensive, it is too old, it looks a little old, and the fragrance is almost covered up.

Yuzhi never wore it once, not because she disliked it, but because she was so lofty that she didn't care for anything from Lao Sang's family, let alone admitting that she was the daughter-in-law of the Sang family. Thinking of leaving in the future, she would definitely return it to Sang Dazhuang, so Keep it in the closet.

Sang Dazhuang and Wang Xinfeng knew about this, and she also understood that she didn't accept the bracelet, that is, she didn't accept their family's ideas. The mother and son didn't say anything, let alone force her.

Seeing Yuzhi take out the bracelet, Sang Dazhuang was a little nervous. Are you going to return it to him?
Yuzhi handed the bracelet to Sang Dazhuang, and Sang Dazhuang's eyes turned red instantly. She really wanted to return it to him, and she was leaving, right?
Sang Dazhuang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, unwilling to pick it up.

No matter how Yu Zhi treated him or hated him these years, he could accept it, but he couldn't let her go.

Yu Zhi knew that the man had misunderstood, so she lowered her head and kissed him: "Fool, why are you standing there, put it on for me."

Sang Dazhuang opened his eyes and stared at Yuzhi in a daze. The sweet and soft kiss was so shocked that he forgot: "Put it on, put it on?"

Yuzhi raised her eyebrows: "Yeah, why, don't you want to? Don't want to..."

"No, no, yes, I am willing," grabbed the bracelet and put it on Yuzhi, for fear that Yuzhi would regret it later.

The elm branch hooked her lips, and raised her hand to look around. Against the backdrop of the dark red bracelet, her slender wrist looked even fairer.

"Does it look good?"

"It looks good," Sang Dazhuang smiled like a fool.

Yuzhi glared at him: "It's pretty, why didn't you respond?"

"Ah?" What kind of reaction does Hao Hao want?
Yuzhi gritted her teeth, holding Sang Dazhuang's big black face in her hands: "My man is so pretty," she bowed her head and kissed her.

Then he looked at Sang Dazhuang eagerly and asked, "Do I look good?"

Sang Dazhuang seemed to have learned something, but he was not sure, so he curled his neck and tentatively responded: "Okay, it looks good."

Immediately, like a thief, watching Yuzhi's face, he approached slowly, and then carefully kissed Yuzhi's face, just touched the little fluff on the face, and bounced away like meeting a ghost.

Yuzhi was not very satisfied, but fortunately she had made progress, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she asked again, "Do I look good?"

Seeing that Yuzhi was not angry, Sang Dazhuang knew that he had done nothing wrong, so he became bolder: "It looks good."

He leaned over and kissed him, there was a loud noise, Sang Dazhuang's heart skipped a beat, he was quite frightened, and only when he saw that Yuzhi wasn't angry, he became very happy.

Yu Zhi couldn't help laughing, and asked with a smile, "Do I look good?"

"Looking good," Sang Dazhuang shouted loudly, hugged Yuzhi excitedly, and kissed her hard on the face, so that Yuzhi burst into tears.

Turn around and take a look in the mirror, yes, her face is blue, she suddenly lost her temper, stretched out her hands to pinch Sang Dazhuang's ears, and roared: "Sang Dazhuang, are you a dog? Look at what you have done."

Sang Dazhuang was so guilty that he tried to shrink the big one as much as possible so that the elm branches could be twisted easily.

Wang Xinfeng heard the roar of the elm branches, and rushed out of the kitchen with a fire stick.

Yuzhi pursed her mouth, and showed her face to Wang Xinfeng: "Mom, look at what Sang Dazhuang has done."

Seeing that his daughter-in-law's face was turning blue, Wang Xinfeng's anger rose up, and he swung the fire stick and smashed it down at Sang Dazhuang: "You dog, stupid thing with no brains, what can't you do, what can you eat? There are no trash dim sums left, Zhi Zhi’s face is so tender, you can get rid of it, I will beat you to death, you are not as good as a pig or a dog.”

Wang Xinfeng's eyes were so sharp, one could tell at a glance that it was a sign of a kiss.

The young couple have a good relationship, and they are happy.

But the stupid son is neither serious nor serious, even if his face is kissed, he still has it.

I can't stand the fire stick in my hand.

Sang Dazhuang saw that his old lady's love was a bit too heavy this time, and he didn't dare to resist anymore. He carefully took Yuzhi's hand off his ear, and ran away with the bucket.

Wang Xinfeng chased to the gate, shouting at the top of his voice: "You bastard, if you have the ability to die outside, don't come back."

Yuzhi couldn't be happier, and ran over to pinch Wang Xinfeng's shoulders and fan her: "Thank you, Mom, for your hard work. Mom, do you think I look good wearing this?"

Raising the bracelet on her hand and showing it to Wang Xinfeng, Yuzhi knew that Wang Xinfeng and Sang Dazhuang had never felt safe, and she should do more to let them feel her determination not to abandon them and leave.

Sure enough, Wang Xinfeng's eyes were red when he saw Yuzhi wearing a bracelet.

Secretly wiped away tears, held Yu Zhi's hand and looked at it uncontrollably: "It looks good, my Zhi Zhi looks good on anything."

In the kitchen, Mulberry Ye took a straw in her mouth, leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed, and watched the childish farce of the three people in the yard in disgust.

"I think she can act for a few days."

Mulberry sat in front of the stove and lit the fire, elegant and calm, the light of the fire imprinted on his fair and handsome face, it was hard to see clearly when it was on or off.Such a down-to-earth matter was actually made by him with an elegant air.

He didn't respond to Sang Ye's words. Although he also didn't believe in Yu Zhi's change, he could act for a few days, and make his stupid dad and grandma happy every day.

Sang Dazhuang, who went out, lost his stupidity in an instant.

It's just that the joy between the brows can't be hidden no matter what, and the delicate and smooth touch of the small face of the elm branch on the lips makes the whole heart fly.

It's good that the daughter-in-law doesn't hate him anymore.

"Hey, brother Zhuang." Li Dapao, who looks thin and small, looks like a monkey, so others nicknamed him Skinny Monkey.

In his early twenties, when he was sixteen or seventeen, he followed Sang Dazhuang and was one of Sang Dazhuang's loyal followers.

Appearing out of nowhere, he handed Sang Dazhuang a cigarette with a playful smile: "Brother Zhuang is carrying water, you rest and let the little brother come."

Sang Dazhuang looked at the thin monkey's small body with disgust, and pushed the cigarette away: "My wife doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

The thin monkey secretly rolled his eyes, and silently looked at Sang Da Zhuang's attire. No one knew that his brother Zhuang was a monk with a daughter-in-law who couldn't get close to her and could smell ghosts.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law won't know, this cigarette is a new good product, brother Zhuang try it."

With a flick of Sang Dazhuang's arm, the thin monkey took a few steps backwards, fell down and squatted.

Sang Dazhuang snorted, and suddenly became obsessed with cleanliness: "You know what a fart, go play and don't get my body smelled." What should the wife do if she doesn't get close to him, she is not sensible at all.

Carrying the bucket, he strode toward the well.

It doesn't hurt to squat on one buttock, the thin monkey patted his buttocks, and hurriedly followed.

"Brother Zhuang, I don't smell good, so it's fine if I don't smoke. Brother Zhuang, I'm here to tell you about that bitch Cui Xue."

Sang Dazhuang's eyes flashed fiercely, and he replied indifferently: "Speak."

"Just now that bitch was groped by Deng Mazi, and then ran around the whole village in her arms. Back then, that bitch designed her sister-in-law to do it like this. Feng Shui turns around. Brother Zhuang, do we have to help too? Propaganda?"

Thinking back, Cui Xue designed Yuzhi to fall into the water, if not for herself, Yuzhi would have been entangled with an old gambler.

With the ruthlessness of an old gambler and the fragility of his own wife, Sang Dazhuang dared not imagine the consequences.

His eyes were even more fierce, and his voice was like a gong, carrying a deep and cold voice: "Well, try to be as calm as possible."

It's just that Sang Dazhuang knew that Cui Xue's lowliness was not due to the simple thin-skinned nature of his own daughter-in-law. Such a little gossip would not have a substantial impact on her, and it was impossible for her to marry Deng Mazi.

But he had to make the impossible possible.

"Go and tell Deng Mazi to make him responsible for the educated youth."

The thin monkey smiled: "Brother Zhuang, you and Xiao Yezi are indeed father and daughter, and they use the same methods of persecution."

Sang Dazhuang raised his eyebrows: "Tell me."

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