Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

294 Buddha is fighting for a stick of incense, and people are fighting for a breath. "Big brother, Da Ya is wearing a beautiful zodiac today. Do you think after seeing it, you want to marry her immediately?" In the hall, there is another person who can't Look at the face.

  Xia Ziqi was completely unaware of the anger that Xia Ziqing was holding back, and was thinking about how to match her eldest brother and Xia Daya.

   When Xia Ziqing heard her words, she just squinted at her and said nothing, but the coldness on her body continued to be released.

   "Ziqi, the little girl's family, talk nonsense, eat quickly." It was Lu Shixiang, who frowned very displeased when she heard Xia Ziqi's words.

   Such shameless words are also the ones that she can say?

   Besides, Muzi's face is so bad, it looks like she is having trouble with Xia Daya. She said this again, isn't it unpleasant for Muzi.

"Mother, I'm not wrong. Big brother must like the clothes that Da Ya is wearing today. Otherwise, how could big brother let Da Ya follow him into the room." Xia Ziqi didn't put Lu Shixiang's warning at all. In my heart, I said heartlessly.

   In the past, Da Ya wanted to go into the elder brother's room to see, but the elder brother always pushed three and four, but this time he didn't even say a word. Didn't he like Da Ya.

  Thinking of this possibility, Xia Ziqi's face was full of smiles.

   "Hey, after two years, the eldest brother can marry Da Ya and enter the door, then I will..."

  'Clap——' The chopsticks in Xia Ziqing's hand slammed heavily on the table, and a pair of angry eyes stared at Xia Ziqi as big as copper bells.

  Xia Ziqi's words got stuck in her throat, she looked at Xia Ziqing innocently.

   However, when she saw Xia Ziqing's expression of wanting to eat her, she felt a 'thumb' in her heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

   "Brother, you...what are you doing?"

   Could it be that he said something wrong, Big Brother doesn't really like Da Ya? However, the big brother obviously brought Da Ya into the room just now, don't you still like it?

"Xia Ziqi, if you talk nonsense again, I will go and tell my father tomorrow, find you a family from another village, and book your marriage, so as not to have no reputation in the future, and even no one to propose marriage!" Xia Ziqing almost said it through gritted teeth.

   "Muzi, don't be angry, Ziqi's mouth, you don't know, she didn't mean it." Seeing that her son was really angry, Lu Shixiang quickly persuaded her.

   "Mother, if she doesn't hide her mouth again, sooner or later something will happen. It's better to find someone and book her marriage." Xia Ziqing looked at Lu Shixiang and said.

   also saves time, and also affects the marriage of Ziyin.

   "Brother, I don't want, I don't want to marry a country scumbag!" Xia Ziqi panicked when she heard Xia Ziqing's words, quickly put down the dishes and shouted to him.

   In the future, she wants to marry a good family, to be served by others, and to be a young grandmother, not to marry a villager who does laundry and cooking all day long.

   Listening to Xia Ziqi's words, Xia Ziyin, who was silent on the side, flickered slightly.

  What's wrong with mud legs in the countryside? As long as people are honest, they can live a better life than those men with three wives and four concubines in the town, right?

  'Pa--' A slap landed on Xia Ziqi's face.

Xia Ziqing stared at Xia Ziqi with her scarlet eyes, her hands still in a state of beating, "Xia Ziqi, what do you think you are, in Xiajia Village, everyone is a country man, you think you are still a daughter of gold. Miss? With your broken mouth, you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, and you despise the muddy legs of the countryside? It's a blessing to find someone to marry."

  Xia Ziqing was really **** off by Xia Ziqi's words.

   It's fortunate that his father is not here, but when he heard her words, it was not as simple as a slap in the face. Dad was also born in the countryside, so how could his daughter say that, it was clearly looking down on him.

   "Brother, you...you hit me?" Xia Ziqi covered her hot face in disbelief, and her tears fell down 'blah blah blah'.

   "What's wrong with hitting you? Make you look down on others!"

"Okay, Ziqing, Ziqi's temperament is like this. You've been spoiled by your father. No matter what you say, it's useless. Save your energy." Instead, he persuaded his son to save some effort.

   Being a mother, everyone feels sorry for their child, but it also depends on what kind of child it is. Just like Xia Ziqi, she really can't feel sorry for her.

   "Mother, you said the same to me." Xia Ziqi clenched her teeth and looked at her sadly when she heard Lu Shixiang's words.

   Where did she get spoiled? She felt that she had a good temperament. Could it be that she still had a silent temperament like Xia Ziyin? That would be bad.

   "Xia Ziqi, just keep on being a jerk, and see who you rely on to live in the future." Xia Ziqing continued to pick up the chopsticks and started eating again.

  Xia Ziqi didn't dare to speak anymore. She would have to rely on her eldest brother in the future. If he really ignored her, it would be useless to say what her father said.

  Although her face was sore from the beating, and tears were still hanging down her face, she had to settle down and began to lower her head and dig the rice in the bowl.

  …

   "Grandma, your eyes are not good, why are you still stabbing this thing, let's go."

  The weather is getting cold, so Xia Beibei and Sang Jinghong are no longer eating in the hall. There is also a table in Sang Jinghong's room.

  Xia Beibei finished frying the vegetables and brought them to Sang Jinghong's room, only to see her with her head down, holding the embroidery stretcher, and squinting her eyes, embroidering a handkerchief.

   She hurriedly put the bowl in her hand on the table, stretched out her hand, and snatched the embroidered stretcher from grandma's hand.

   "Jiniang, what are you doing?" Sang Jinghong's hands were empty, and he didn't pay attention, looking up at her.

   "Grandma, you think you can still see with your eyes, don't you?" Xia Beibei frowned, looked at Sang Jinghong, and asked helplessly.

   "Isn't this boring? You can still see it in broad daylight," Sang Jinghong replied.

   "Don't do it, let's eat quickly. On such a cold day, the dishes just taken out of the pot are all cold." Xia Beibei put the embroidered stretcher on her hand aside, looked at the dishes on the table, and said.

   It was so cold that even her body, which was used to living in Xiajia Village, felt that her hands and feet would not obey.

   "Okay, okay." Sang Jinghong nodded in response.

   "Grandma, why don't you teach me your embroidery skills." After a while, the two of them were sitting on the stool to eat when Xia Beibei suddenly said to Sang Jinghong.

   "Uh...cough, cough!" Sang Jinghong was so shocked that a mouthful of food got stuck in her throat, her face flushed from coughing.

   "Grandma, are you all right? Hurry up and drink some water." Seeing this, Xia Beibei quickly poured a glass of water for her and handed it to her hand.

   After a while, Sang Jinghong finally let out a sigh of relief and glared at his granddaughter angrily.

   This girl is really scaring people to death.

   "Grandma, I want to learn embroidery, so that's your reaction?" Xia Beibei grinned and sat back on the stool.

Well, she admitted that the former Xia Jiuniang learned embroidery from Sang Jinghong, but she didn't know if she was stupid with her hands or her mind. After learning kung fu for a year, a pair of mandarin ducks was embroidered into two. Only flowered mallard.

  After that, Sang Jinghong gave up the idea of ​​letting her learn embroidery, and let her just go by.

   "How should grandma react?" Sang Jinghong glared at her and asked.

The granddaughter was learning embroidery that year, but she was so frightened that her heart jumped out of her throat. None of the ten fingers were good, and they had to be wrapped in white cloth. The embroidery cloth was all her hands. What can she do with the blood on her face?

   "Otherwise, grandma, let me try it again?" Xia Beibei asked her grandma in a consultative manner.

   Thinking of the pair of gloves she gave to Big Brother Dongfang, she wanted to cut her own hands, it was so stupid.

   In the past, I used to do some handwork, embroidering a cross stitch. How can I change it to this embroidery or something?

   "Then you can embroider this pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water over there for grandma, how much time will it take?" Sang Jinghong asked with obvious playfulness in her eyes.

   "Uh." Xia Beibei was choked by her grandmother's words, and she didn't know how to answer.

  However, Buddha is fighting for a stick of incense, and people are fighting for a breath. Whatever she says, she has to learn embroidery, and she can't let grandma read her jokes.

   "I'll try it, as fast as possible."

   She didn't dare to say when, she could only try her best, because this embroidery, unlike modern cross-stitch, is completely different and time-consuming.

   However, since it's winter, she has a lot of time for embroidery.

   "Hurry up and eat, it's cold." Sang Jinghong ignored her and said.

  …

   "What? That **** Muzi kicked you out?" When Liu Huahong saw her precious daughter, crying like a tearful person, and returned to her room, she was shocked.

   asked once, but Xia Daya refused to tell what was going on. She did not give up and asked several times before Xia Daya wept and told Liu Huahong what happened.

  Liu Huahong couldn't sit still, she opened the bed and went out to discuss with Xia Ziqing.

  What kind of thing is he Xia Zixing, isn't he just a scholar, what's so amazing, her family is rich, isn't she also a scholar?

   Who can go to high school next year, not sure, what the hell?

   looked down on her daughter Liu Huahong, she also looked down on his Xia Ziqing family, and did not look at what that Xia Guchun was.

   Don't think she doesn't know that Xia Ziqing's father is a stingy old man.

   "Mother, keep your voice down, don't let the milk hear you." Xia Daya quickly stopped her when she saw that her mother was so loud.

   Grandma always disagreed with her dealing with Xia Ziqing. If grandma found out that she went to brother Muzi's house again, she would have a bad life again.