"Let uncle come."

      Old Xue smiled and took the malt sugar. He was about to use his strength, but the little brat wearing open-crotch pants started to cry.

   It turned out that the little brat stared at Maltose for a long time, but he didn't see him. At this moment, he saw that Maltose was taken away by a stranger, so he couldn't stand it. He immediately started crying.

     Zeng Wangcai happened to walk out of the inner room. When he saw a scene, he took two steps at once and rushed closer and was about to slap the little kid's butt, but was stopped by Mr. Xue.

     In a flash, a piece of maltose was divided into parts by him and he distributed it. A small piece of maltose was stuffed into his mouth, and the little kid stopped crying immediately.

    "Big brother, please sit down for a moment, I'll pick up an old hen!"

     Zeng Wangcai rubbed his hands, held the hatchet and went to catch the chicken.

    Xue Laoyan said that he had used lunch and there was no need to worry about it, but Zeng Wangcai said, "We brothers are in love, how can we not serve the bowl when we get started? I didn't know you're here, so your sister-in-law cooked a few cakes and cut a few big-bellied dishes. I don't know if I feel sorry for the man. Today I'm taking the big brother's free ride." As she spoke, she rushed the chicken to the backyard.

    Half Xue felt warm in his heart, and suddenly felt that he came to the door empty-handed, and was a little unreasonable, so he greeted the girl and took a little devil to head towards the convenience store in the village.

    Dashu Village is a big village. A convenience store was opened in one village. Mr. Xue led three little kids into the convenience store, like a scout. He bought a lot of cigarettes, wine, candy, and side dishes. He was so happy that the three kids jumped and jumped, as if they were during the Chinese New Year.

     The west of the village happened to be in the soup pot. Someone slaughtered a pig and was hawking. Old Xue led three little ghosts to approach and swept it carefully. It was too late, and only some water left. Old Xue asked for a small intestine and a pair of pig liver, and then took the three little kids back home.

    When Mr. Xue came in with a big bag, Zeng Wangcai blushed and rubbed his hands. His guests led the big girl who was helping in the kitchen, followed him. Seeing that the three little ghosts were holding the bag of instant noodles and eating them all over the mouth, the whole family laughed out loud from the bottom of their hearts.

     Lunch started at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. An old hen mixed yam eggs and stewed it in a large pot for an hour. Put it in a porcelain basin. The soup as white as milk was covered with bright red dried peppers. The aroma was so strong that it made people's index fingers move.

     Xue Lao was a glutton. He had a lunch dinner. Because he asked that the dishes were simple, he ate them in a few bites and put the chopsticks. At this moment, he was indeed hungry.

      was not polite when he was waiting for the seat. He picked up his bowl and started it. After taking a few bites, he realized something was wrong. Except for Zeng Wangcai who was struggling to open the wine bottle, his family guests and four dolls were all standing aside and never attending the seat.

    Her Xue realized that this must be the Zeng family’s rules for hospitality. He hurriedly said, “Everyone sits. We don’t care so much. There are no foods on this table. There are so many people that we can eat, and we can eat lively!”

      talked, then hugged the little kid and sat on the lap, pulled the little girl and the little girl, and sat on the bench on one side.

      bought things together. The three little guys were so close to Mr. Xue. At this moment, when he saw the beautiful uncle let him sit, he was brave enough to sit.

     Zeng Wangcai was frightened and was about to say something. Mr. Xue threw away his chopsticks and said, "Brother Zeng, if you are talking nonsense, I won't eat this meal."

     Zeng Wangcai had no choice but to expose his anger on his guest, "You have deaf ears? You can't hear them? You're not going to get a bowl for a few little bastards!"

    After the arguing, the eldest sister-in-law of the Zeng family glared at Zeng Wangcai and got angry at the little girl and the little girl, "Zhao, I hope you can get you, just sit here and wait for me to give that bowl? It must be skin and itchy!"

    The little girl and the little girl slipped, slipped off the bench, drooped her head, and crawled towards the kitchen.

     A bunch of dolls are companionship, and it is hard to be busy for a meal. Sometimes the little kids eat slowly. Seeing the sisters eating happily, they cry in a hurry. Sometimes the Zeng couple drank the girls with a lot of meat pieces. Mr. Xue was also very busy. Sometimes he picked up the meat for this and scooped the soup for that person, but he didn't eat a few chopsticks.

     After the arrival, the Zeng couple couldn't stand it and directed their eldest daughter to take their younger brother and sister out to play. Now, Mr. Xue finally had the opportunity to have a serious meal again.

    Maybe God didn't want Mr. Xue to make this meal comfortable. He just brought the bowls and chopsticks on this side and rumbling. The previous Dongfanghong drove to the door of the Zeng family. Director Song, who was shirtless, jumped out of the car first, and then jumped out of the car.

     Director Song shook his arms and entered the yard. He saw the food on the square table and his nose was shrouded, "Tsk tsk, Lao Zeng, this is the delivery, but the New Year is not the festival. Soju chicken, fat intestines, pork liver, seven plates, eight bowls, you have put it on. This is a completely life of a landlord!"

     Zeng Wangcai blushed and said nothing. The Zeng family's sister-in-law saw that she was full of eyebrows and looked down on her face, so she quickly grabbed the cigarette box in front of Zeng Wangcai and scattered the cigarette to Director Song.

    "His grandma, you really have a chance to get red plums, and you are the only one of the best!"

     Director Song snatched the cigarette box, picked out one of the cigarette boxes himself, and threw it at the men behind him, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, you have lived a life of a landlord, and you should make up for the two money you owe to the village!"

    Indeed, Director Song is here to find fault.

      He was used to being rampant in Dashu Village. He was despised by Mr. Xue before, but he only cursed twice. He wanted to get started, but after seeing Mr. Xue's terrifying strength, he became timid again.

     Afterwards, Director Song became more and more disgusted as he thought about it. What a person, Song, how could he be shocked by a small head? This is Dashu Village, an old land.

     After recalling the taste, Director Song started to gather people without saying a word, drove Dongfanghong, and headed straight for the Zeng family.

      He calculated clearly that it is the main thing to expel the anger, but it is necessary to make some expenses.

      He had already found out that Zeng Wangcai's family had a relative. Just then, he bought snacks for a few children in the Zeng family and almost emptyed the convenience store, which showed that he was a rich man.

     In this case, he took the opportunity to come to the door without fear of returning empty-handed.

    "Director Song, I have a guest in my family today, I just want money. Will it come another day?"

     Zeng Wangcai was a tempered person. Director Song repeatedly forced him to make him angry.

    "No, I still have to ask for it today! Why, you dare to pay for your debts if you believe it or not, and you will immediately pull you up and betray you the poor, and you will be against you."

     As he spoke, Director Song waved his hand, and the four or five men behind him rushed towards Zeng Wangcai.

     Zeng's sister-in-law was about to stand in front of her, but she was pulled and staggered to the ground. Zeng Wangcai yelled, "Song Laohu, I fuck your grandma, I'll fight with you!" He ran to the wall, picked up a shovel, and rushed up.

     Seeing that the tragic incident was about to happen, Old Xue stood up, stopped him, and stretched out his hand. Several men who rushed forward to capture Zeng Wangcai were like being hit by a car, turned into a rolling gourd and fell far away, and everyone was wiping their noses and faces.

    "So young, you dare to resist the law violently. Call the police station immediately and arrest this little bastard!"

     Director Song was shocked and angry. He thought he had brought more than ten men and his force was crushing. He didn't know that the thin girl on the opposite side was so powerful. He overturned four or five of them in just a few palms. If this continues, more than ten people may not be able to take him.

    "Take it slow!"

     Xue Lao clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Isn't it just for money? Why bother to make a big deal!"

      During the conversation between Zeng Wangcai, Mr. Xue had already realized that something was wrong. However, whenever he asked Zeng Wangcai tentatively, he would bypass it. This time, the surname Song came to him, but Mr. Xue was the best opportunity to find out the situation.

    "You are a little cognitive!"

     Director Song rubbed his hands and said grimly, "Get money, Zeng Wangcai's family's debts over the years are 1,728 yuan, hexagon and seven cents. If you pay it all, you won't want these six-point tickets."

     "Your mom is fart, how can you be so many? The surname Song, you are so careless!"

     Zeng Wangcai waved his shovel. If it weren't for Mr. Xue, he would have really pounced on him, "Big brother, don't worry about my business. I'll have to worry about money or death. I'll always fight with the bastard!"

    "Okay, Brother Zeng, you are trying hard, what should you do if you ask your sister-in-law and four kids?"

       As he said, Old Xue reached out and pressed him on the bench.

     Then, after brushing, Mr. Xue took out a stack of money from his pocket. Under the thin golden sun, there was a blue light, which made everyone feel a little dazzled. It was a stack of great unity, about forty or fifty pieces. Mr. Xue went out, although he might not have used money, he always held such a stack.

    "There are more than four here, although it is not enough for you Director Song to say, as long as you explain clearly how you owe the money, I will settle the Zeng family's accounts at once!"

       As he said, Mr. Xue rubbed the banknotes in his hand and almost blinded Director Song and his party's eyes.

    The Zeng couple also stared at Mr. Xue in a daze, and there was no sound.

    "Okay, please feel good, you are a feel good!"

     Director Song smiled and his face shone brightly. He spread his fingers and said, "I'll calculate it for you. I'll owe you 50,000 yuan in government food payments over the years, and I'll be fined 1,000 yuan for more than 1,000 yuan. The messy other expenses are totaled five yuan. If you count the deduction, it's probably this. If you don't believe me, please ask Zeng Wangcai if he's always talking nonsense."

     Zeng Wangcai snorted, "Take a few tricks, you know that it's a messy fee, and you have to pay it too long. Why is this part considered an old one!"

     Director Song scolded, "Oh, you can fucking slut, the whole village has to pay it. Why don't you pay it? You're special. If you're fucking lingering, I'll always keep you up!"

    "Don't go too far, I just want to ask, what is the messy fee that Lao Zeng said?" Old Xue waved his hand, his face turned cold. (To be continued)

    

    
Chapter completed!