The President's Sweet Trap

"Listen to me. I don't have such a high stool in my family, and we are all women. That's not appropriate." Women don't know. If others know, they will gossip. How ugly it is for a woman to turn over the window. Other women echoed, and would die of shame if their husbands saw their indecent scene. People with husbands only hold their husbands' clothes tightly and don't let them talk. Ma An's eyes sank and looked at them without talking. He gave a cold hum in his heart. If he could choose, he would rather not have these neighbors and see who they are. He usually didn't help them less. Now he just let them go in and see his daughter-in-law. They pushed and pushed again. Who is it! As soon as his eyes turned, he thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face: "why don't you go to Lao Yang's house with me? You know people. I also want to know if he is really interested in my daughter-in-law." People looked at him without knowing. Is this crazy? He was angry just now. Now his clothes and brother Yang look good. Is there any conspiracy? Knowing that they didn't trust themselves, Ma sighed and said faintly, "do you think it's easy for me to buy this daughter-in-law? She is so beautiful that it is good for someone to see her, which shows that my eyes are very good. Didn't Lao Yang's former daughter-in-law also buy it? So I want to talk to Lao Yang and see how I can control my daughter-in-law and let her live with me. " What he said was very sincere. They couldn't tell the true from the false. They looked at each other and nodded. It was just from Ma'an's house to Lao Yang's house. It was no bad for them. Anyway, they were all places to watch the play. If they couldn't say, what would happen if they met together. Two men came forward to hold Ma'an, put his arms on him, and made sure that his feet wouldn't use too much force. Then they went out. Before going out, Ma'an stopped and asked them to leave two people to help look at his daughter-in-law. After he left, what happened to his daughter-in-law. Several people called their children and let them play in the yard. Then they quickly caught up with Ma'an and them. Lao Yang's home is in the east of the village, Ma'an's home is in the north of the village, behind is bieshan, and to the south is Huihe. After coming out of Ma'an's house, he swaggered to Lao Yang's house. The people who went to Shehe to wash clothes all the way came back with wooden buckets. Strangely, they looked at their team, pulled up the people, asked about the situation, listened to what they said, hurried home, put the wooden basin at home, hurried out and followed them to Lao Yang's house. When he arrived at Lao Yang's house, he was almost followed by the whole village. Ma An angrily asked the person next to him to knock on his door. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Lao Yang! You come out! I know you're home. Don't pretend to be dead! If you have the courage to do it, you must have the courage to admit it. If it's a man, you'll come out! " Banging on the door, the people behind stood together in twos and threes, and some people ran to the house of the people next to them, grabbed two melon seeds, took a small stool and sat in a cool place waiting for Lao Yang's action. After shouting for a long time, there was movement in the door. With a squeak, Lao Yang opened the door inside, with a dry tobacco pole in his mouth and chaotic eyes, glanced at them unidentified. The hand holding the tobacco pole was obviously wrapped with gauze, "what's the matter? Old horse, what can I do for you? "“ Let me ask you a question, "he said with a smile." you see, my daughter-in-law is so beautiful. What do you think I have to do to make her listen to me. Alas, fifty thousand yuan is not worth it. I bought an ancestor for nothing. I can't beat, scold or talk about it. "“ You see, I wanted to have a room with her yesterday, but she forced me out with a knife and was forced to sleep in the kitchen. What were you doing after you went in for so long yesterday. I'm a housekeeper today. My daughter-in-law sleeps on the ground and blocks the door. Don't mention how good it is. If there's anything valuable at home, she can take good care of it. Take care of your family. " He was so speechless that there was a burst of laughter around him. Obviously, it has been pointed out. On the surface, it is a compliment. In fact, it is asking what he has done to his daughter-in-law. Why did he touch their door in the middle of the night and do something with his daughter-in-law? Why did his daughter-in-law become like this. But he couldn't pick out the thorn at all. Lao Yang paused, looked at the people around him, slowly put down his hand and grinned: "look, I heard your daughter-in-law woke up? I'll go and see if she's okay. I misunderstood her and kicked me out. I don't believe I was scratched, but it's my fault. I should have told you earlier. " When he said that, he went straight down the steps and left him speechless. Sure enough, Ma'an was speechless, bit his teeth, rushed over, threw him to the ground, rode on him, waved his fist on his face, and said angrily, "Grass Mud Horse, dare to dig Lao Tzu's wall. Lao Tzu will let you know what Lao Tzu's people are. You can't touch them!" There was a sound of exclamation around. Not many people were born completely, but no one really came forward to pull the frame. Even the two men standing next moved aside to make way for them. The two fought together, blurting out all kinds of ugly words, regardless of each other's face, just like when Aunt Ma and widow Liu fought. Gradually, both of them were covered with color. Ma'an didn't know where to throw the small wooden stick he was holding. There were blood stains on his hands and feet, and there were blood stains on his scratched nails. Lao Yang's dry tobacco pole was folded in two and thrown aside. It was stained with unknown blood. The whole face was swollen. It can be seen how much strength Ma An used, and his clothes were torn open, revealing his thin body and scars hit by wooden sticks. At the end of the play, the onlookers stopped it. They can't watch it all the time. They don't intervene in the fight. If they die, they can't afford it. The village head who goes out knows and doesn't scold them to death. Lao Yang and Ma'an were pulled to the side by them. If they hadn't known who was who before, they really wouldn't recognize it. Lao Yang's face and body on the side were all traces of being hit by fists. He picked up the cigarette pole on the ground with a flesh pain on his face, and his nose was a little acid. The dry tobacco pole that has accompanied him for decades is gone after all. On the other side, Ma'an, who was lying on the ground, breathed heavily. The blood all over his body looked seeping. His clothes were ragged. At first glance, he had fought a fierce battle, his face was a little pale, his eyes were half open, and he had no strength.