Farming Little Hot Wife: dumb husband spoils nonstop

"My meat is really good, but you can't wrongly me. I've been doing business here for more than ten years, and no one dares to say that. I'm going to bring your parents here if children talk nonsense!" Seeing that he had been punctured by the little girl in front of him, the bearded man was shocked.

Looking at this, more and more people around are looking, and then the brain quickly fly up, looking for excuses.

Smell speech, Du grass sneer a, this boss in order to be able to sell a little meat, still really hard.

Then Du Cao looked into the stall. It turned out that all the fresh meat was in it? Oh, let her have a bargain today.

Teach this great man what is the ancestor of black eating black.

"Do you sell this meat for one or two? Don't you think I'm a child and deliberately bully me? Uncle, I've brought so little money, but my parents still want me to bring other things. "

In fact, just now Du Cao had already felt that those women looked at their beloved eyes, never underestimate the maternal love of any woman.

Then Du Cao's big eyes were full of crystal clear tears as she spoke, and she was about to roll down her cheek.

Listening to what Du Cao said, all the women around came forward and took a look at the pork on the stall.

"Aren't you cheating? Why didn't I buy your meat so expensive before? What's more, these meats are not fresh, and you sell them to others. Don't you want other girls to go back and get scolded? "

"Yes, I think you are a black hearted boss. I will never come to your house to buy meat again."

A few warm-hearted aunts, you say a word I say, let the boss heart a tight, can't help but shed some sweat, this can what to do, if the business is broken, after eating bowl is gone!

"Why can't we sell one or two! Now it's new year's day, so the price of pork has to go up. " The boss continued to insist on saying, still arguing for himself.

Du grass slender willow eyebrow pick, said is not without reason.

"But your pork is not fresh. Look at the color. Just now you said you wanted one or two. You are a unscrupulous businessman." Du Cao continued to use his own strategy, and then pitifully shrank behind several aunts.

This lovely appearance made several middle-aged women feel pity for each other.

For a moment, the stall owner didn't know how to answer. He had some fear in his heart. If the girl made trouble, his business would be ruined.

"It's not easy for a little girl. I used to sell it for eight yuan. You can sell it to the little girl according to the price. We won't say anything." An old lady, who protected Du Cao behind her, took a look at the boss who was at a loss. In fact, she saw through all of them, but she couldn't tell them clearly.

This is a step down for the boss.

"Well, I'm in bad luck!" The boss spat. Under the eyes of so many people, could you load the dead girl with bad meat? He had to turn around and cut off a kilo of fresh meat, wrapped it in lotus leaves and threw it to duckweed.

I didn't expect that I didn't earn any money today, but also lost a kilo of meat.

It's bad luck that I didn't see the Yellow calendar when I went out!

Finally, under the gaze of Du Cao's eyes, the fresh meat was sold by the boss at the price of eight yuan. With the heavy pork in his hand, Du Cao felt very satisfied and felt that it should be enough to buy these things.

Then thanks to those who helped her just now, she turned and went home.

I don't know if it was cold when I came here in the morning. Du Cao felt that his forehead was a little hot. He put out his little hand to touch it, but he couldn't find anything.

It's cold in the day, and it's hot everywhere.

Forget it, wait until you go home. Thinking about it, duckweed quickened his pace.

The sun is shining on the ground, and the thin posture of the grass leaves a long shadow on the ground.

"Where have you been?" Holding a hand full of things, Du Cao crept into the room, but suddenly heard a cold voice behind him.

I can't help but put the things in my hand on the square table. Then I turned around and felt embarrassed. Hehe Yile was found.

She went out in the morning and didn't tell Ji Shumo that maybe he was worried about himself all morning.

Somehow, duckweed felt guilty.

"I went out to buy some new year's products." Du Cao glanced at the boy with a cold face, then continued to turn his back to Ji xumo and fiddle with the things on the table.Smell speech, youth only feel oneself Temple suddenly jump, this wench, wake up early in the morning directly stealthily touch go out, wait for him to wake up, where still have person shadow in the room?

"I went out before I got well. It seems that it was not serious yesterday." Ji Shu Mo looks at some guilty girl and says with a pick of sword eyebrows.

Don't give this little girl some color to see, won't cherish own body.

Then he came forward and touched the girl's forehead, but it was faintly hot. It seemed that he had to drink medicine at night. As soon as he was about to turn around and get the rest of Huang Gen's boiled water to drink Ji Shumo, his wrist suddenly tightened, and he was puzzled.

Turn around and have a look, is actually pulled by the young girl?

"I'll take you out to play in the evening, but I have a condition. I'll write the couplets for the Chinese New Year. You have to help me study the ink." Du Cao said with a smile.

Ji Shumo can't help laughing at the appearance of ghost spirit. Does this girl still have leisure to write couplets?

I'm afraid I'm not confused.

"Well." Looking at the girl has laid a red paper on the table, where is to ask his opinion, clearly is to inform him to study ink.

Helplessly shook his head, then a short should be a, and then move long legs to sit opposite the girl, the sleeve rolled to the wrist, add some water in the washbasin, then began to grind.

Looking at the young man's perfect cooperation, Du Cao bent his eyes like crescent moon with a smile. Then he did not speak much. He lowered his head and began to write couplets seriously. He wrote the couplet sentences that he had recited in his heart, one by one.

Ji Shumo looks at the girl's more serious appearance. He can't help but glance at the girl's handwriting. There is a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Du Cao's handwriting is beautiful and fluent. This is the type. If you don't practice it for a few years, it can't reach this level.

For a moment, Ji Shumo is full of doubts about Du Cao. He always feels that this country girl is very mysterious, as if she is not from here. If a girl who is not in favor in the village, how can she write such beautiful words?

I don't know. I thought I bought it from a store outside.

"Look! It's finished. Is it good? " After a while, Du Cao finished a copy and planned to paste it in his courtyard.

"Not bad." Ji Lyric ink looked at the girl very happy appearance, slightly hook the corner of the lip, but do not want to let this girl too complacent.