Traveling through the money-making life of a small peasant girl

Chapter 591

In the dark night, in the inn, two entangled men and women try their best to meet the needs of the other party. The two people who become one don't have to worry about their affairs being known.

But Yongle Street is not necessarily the same.

In the dark alley, Zhang Sanniang was clinging to the wall. In front of her was the man who had only quarreled with her during the day, Selling Buli.

"San Niang, when will we be together in a fair and honest manner?"

Mai Buli asked while teasing Zhang Sanniang's body.

"What's the hurry, I haven't enjoyed enough, those fools dare to pretend to be a chastity archway with my mother, knowing that my mother is afraid of loneliness and the cold, that damn old woman. She should have died a long time ago."

Mai Buli had a sinister smile on his face, "How about I go and kill her?"

But she was slapped by Zhang Sanniang right away, "Are you a motherfucker, that damn old woman is so old, how many years can she live? Don't you know how to enjoy the time while you're still alive? You idiot!"

After being scolded by Zhang Sanniang, Bu Li almost softened, thinking about it.

"San Niang, why do you have to let me act with you during the day, is it possible that you like that little black face?"

"I like it, not only because I like it, but my wife also occupies that man's body. I don't like the woman next to him."

"Then what is I? Do you think I'm dead?" Mai Buli stretched out his hand, stabbed hard into the place where the two had intercourse, and Zhang Sanniang cried out instantly. "You're crazy."

"Don't you want a man? I'll accompany you."

There was another burst of chanting, the men and women in the alley were doing shameless things, and the woman pouring night fragrance at the entrance of the alley spat deeply into the alley.Then he picked up the dung ladle he carried with him, opened the airtight Yexiang car, poured a spoonful of Yexiang, and continued to shout.

"Yexiang... Yexiang... Yexiang..."

The wind picked up, leaving only an unpleasant smell of night fragrance.

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The next day, Liu Sanbao drove the carriage back to Yipinju, but Chen Rou and Shen Zhuo wanted to return to Liu Village. Most of the matters could be carried out at the same time, but Chen Rou's drawings at home had to be improved.

What Shen Zhuo meant was that at this time, plant some more vegetables. The vegetables you buy can be used as ordinary vegetables, and the ones irrigated with clear spring water will be sold as special dishes, and they will be supplied every few days.

When I returned to Liu Village, some people’s houses were ready to live in. Generally, it takes ten days and a half a month to live in a wooden house. A house was built.

Although it is worse than the earthen house, there is still a place to shelter from the wind and rain. For the rest, it is up to Liu Village's own people to constantly improve their house and add various things around their house.

The threshing field started to be full of people again, Shen Qing's eyes were wrapped in gauze, and the injury was still not healed, but he had to come out to work, because his only son needed money in the town.

For the whole morning, he was borrowing other people's tools, but no one was willing to lend him. After seeing him, the most talked about was rolling!

In the end, there was really no other way, Shen Qing could only stop at a place where men from the village with whom he had a good relationship used to work.

"Yuanzi, can you lend me your mill?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pushed away by the person named Yuanzi.

"Let's go, don't hinder me from doing things, just go."

(End of this chapter)