Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Song Yunuan ran to her uncle's house again.

A final inspection and review was done on the folding dining table.

Then they gave these drawings to my uncle and asked him to report to their factory director Duan.

When Mr. Lin and Mr. Hu arrived, it was already a little after nine o'clock in the evening.

The three old men got together. They had met each other several times before and were not considered strangers.

But that's not important. What's important is the whereabouts of the dick in Song Yunuan's mouth.

He asked without even taking a sip of water.

Song Yunuan stared at Mr. Lin closely.

There are no extra pictures.

So Song Yunuan told them which province, city and county they were in.

Mr. Lin immediately took out a piece of paper and wrote it down.

Then, Song Yunuan took out a piece of drawing paper.

It was drawn with colored pencils.

A thatched house came into view, with the door panel ajar, a few strings of red peppers hanging under the eaves, and three big trees next to the house.

A slender swing hung from one of the trees.

The thatched house is surrounded by green rice fields.

There is a small pond next to the rice field.

A fence surrounds the yard.

There is also a huge stone roller placed in front of the wing.

This stone roller is almost as tall as two adults, round in shape, and placed in the yard.

In the upper right corner of the screen, there is an antique pagoda.

There are three words written on it: Qingfeng Tower!

Mr. Lin's eyes widened and he blurted out: "I have been to this place."

Then he immediately explained: "I have been to Qingfeng Tower."

Come in a hurry, and leave in a hurry.

Not even a drink of water.

It shows how urgent the mood is.

But Mr. Ji stopped them: "It's okay for you two old guys not to drive. The driver will be tired if he rushes through the night like this."

Mr. Lin quickly said: "We brought two drivers with us, just taking this into consideration."

Song Yunuan poured them a full pot of boiling water into the military kettle.

They also packed a bag of chicken cakes and two bottles of canned food.

Mr. Hu said: "We will come again, see you later."

He also said to Song Yunuan: "When we arrive in the provincial capital, we will call you. By the way, Xiaonuan, your painting is very good."

Painting is one of them, but not making phone calls is very important. Song Yunuan also has to sign up for night classes for her uncle and aunt.
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The next morning, Song Yunuan felt that it was almost here, so she left the county on horseback.

Instead of going home, she went to her grandma's house.

Yesterday, my father told Captain Chu that Grandma Xia and her family should move to Erdaohe Village for easy care.

Chu Zizhou happily agreed.

It involves an issue of land distribution. The land returned to Song Nian and Sun Jinrong because they ate commercial grain should be given to them.

Only one acre of land was planted with rice, the rest was planted with corn, and some sweet potatoes and potatoes were planted.

After all, there is no reason to leave the land uncultivated.

But Chu Zizhou had just come back, so he had to wait for a few days no matter what.

As for what it was like when Chu Zizhou and the others went to the guest house yesterday, Song Yunuan was not very interested.

My sister-in-law has grown up so much now.

Just seeing how naturally she gets along with Chu Zizhou, you know that my sister-in-law has no thoughts now.

Chu Zizhou is still measured.

Song Yunuan didn't worry about whether he was worthy or not.

Because it was too early to say this, and it was not something she should worry about.

She was going to go to her uncle, tell him about Xia Sanwa's arrival, and tell him how to deal with it. Song Yunuan had a beautiful idea, but unfortunately Xia Sanwa was very fast. She followed Song Yunuan like a mouse and rushed to Liushu Village.

He called his second sister-in-law yesterday and told her about Du Zhenhai's mistake.

His second sister-in-law sneered again and again.

On the phone, he called Du Zhenhai a loser and scolded him for being unable to hold up a wall with mud.

He also said that people in Nanshan County are bold.

Xia Sanwa also felt that people in Nanshan County did not know how to appreciate people.

Don’t you know who is behind Du Zhenhai?

Later, Shangguan Yunqi asked him not to interfere, and she would call him about Du Zhenhai's matter.

Ask him to go to Liushu Village quickly to get back the Xia family's heirlooms.

There are so many things going on in Beidu, how can I have the leisure to stay in Nanshan County.

So, he found a tricycle in the county seat and went to Liushu Village.

I was cursing all the way just like I was coming out of the train station.

Then he saw a bay-red horse in front of him.

There was a little girl riding on a horse. Xia Sanwa asked the tricycle driver: "Do you still have people riding horses here?"

The tricycle driver said: "The roads in the country are not easy to walk on, and you can't ride a bicycle, even occasionally."

Xia Sanwa curled her lips and said disdainfully: "She's from a remote country."

This was heard by the tricycle driver, who curled his lips in disdain but said nothing.

After all, in addition to the normal ticket purchase, the man also gave him two yuan.

After entering the village, I asked Xia Xinshan where his family lived. Someone pointed in the direction of the bay red horse and said, "It's not far, it's in that direction."

So, as soon as Song Yunuan got off the horse, she heard the sixth uncle shout: "Xinshan, you have a guest at your house, he seems to be a big cadre."

This was heard by Xia Sanwa, who was sitting on the tricycle, and he raised his neck proudly.

He is the director of a factory in Beidu. Although it is a street factory, he is now also a department-level cadre.

With such a shout, Zhu Feng looked up and saw Xia Sanwa getting off the tricycle.

Naturally, Grandma Xia recognized him at a glance, but Xia Sanwa really didn't recognize Zhu Feng.

The main reason is that Zhu Feng has changed too much.

His once black hair is now white, his face is covered with wrinkles, and he is dark and thin.

When she left that small mountain village, no matter how bad Zhu Feng was, she was still a young and beautiful woman.

But now she is a sixty-year-old old lady with a face full of vicissitudes of life.

Song Yunuan glanced at the nervous uncle and Grandma Xia, whose expression changed greatly. She patted the bay red horse and whispered a few words.

The bay-red horse seemed to understand. It clattered out of the yard and ran towards Erdaohe Village.

Song Yunuan stood in front of the gate, looked at the greasy Xia Sanwa, and curled her lips: "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

Xia Sanwa's eyes flashed with surprise. She never expected that there would be such a beautiful girl in this small village.

Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and walked out directly, pulling Song Yunuan over. She looked at Xia Sanwa and sneered: "Xia Sanwa, what are you doing here?"

Xia Sanwa was shocked when the other party called her by her name in her hometown, but he didn't recognize her.

Instinctively asked: "Who are you and how do you know me?"

Then he reacted and pointed at Zhu Feng in surprise: "You...you are so old."

Then he said sarcastically: "Thankfully you didn't live with my second brother, otherwise, you would have been his mother."

His second brother looks younger, elegant and elegant.

It is said that there are several young girls in his workplace who secretly like him.

And Shangguan Yunqi, if the two of them stood together, others would think they were two generations.

Zhu Feng's face turned livid with anger.

Xia Xinshan clenched his fists and wanted to hit, but didn't dare to do it.

Song Yunuan kicked Xia Sanwa, who was unprepared, back several steps and fell to the ground.

Song Yunuan stood at the gate and cursed: "Where did you come from, you bastard, you are so shameless and you don't care about your own virtues.

Look at the wrinkles on your face, you look like fried cakes fished out of the cesspool. Just looking at you makes me feel sick to my eyes. You still want to be my grandma’s son. The lid of a teapot wants to cover a big iron pot. You are worthy of it. ! "