.【171】 Meet the tractor hand again

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When he returned home, Wu Yihong closed the door with a "slap" and deliberately fell to Old Lady Xia who was walking behind. Old Lady Xia shivered by the sound of the door closing, twitched the corners of her mouth, and whispered viciously: "Slutty vixen, you ruined your kidneys that day. What else can you be proud of!"

Old Mrs. Xia was so angry with Wu Yihong that she thought that her family style had damaged the Feng Shui of her ancestors, so she said this a bit unkindly. As the saying goes, men's waist and women's kidneys, men's waists are wrong and they can't do anything. It's like to rest at home. For women, if the kidneys are broken, they will be a piece of dead leaves. Old Mrs. Xia hopes that Wu Yihong will die, and the sooner the better, so that her son can find another one.

Old Mrs. Xia entered her small house with a gloomy face, sat by the bed and was silent for a while, bent down and dragged a small box from under the bed, and took out a small package.

When the package was opened, Old Mrs. Xia took out two small cloth men.

There is also a small package inside the package, and it is a pinch of small silver needles when it opens.

"Zhazaza!" Old Mrs. Xia quickly stabbed silver needles into Xiao Buren's heart, "Vox spirit, little wolf cub! It makes you feel so painful!"

Old Mrs. Xia is like an elderly gray female fox, using magic tricks she thinks must work in the quiet house.

Unfortunately, Old Lady Xia’s method is just her own catharsis. If she knew that Ma Xiaole had been sleeping peacefully all night, she would probably have had angina pectoris first.

Ma Xiaole slept so hard at night. He had all his dreams. In front of him, there were piles of baskets, and then turned into yellow gold. It is understandable that after receiving Gu Fang's promise and seeing Xiao Xiao, his heart completely widened. He was full of joy when he did not have to worry about selling the baskets in the Willow Weaving Factory.

When he woke up early in the morning, Ma Xiaole drank a sip of water and went out quickly. He had to go to the market early to find a large truck. If he was late, he might not be able to get a good truck. Now all villages have learned from Xiaonanzhuang Village to build a lot of vegetable greenhouses, and there are too many people in contact with the truck.

The sun hasn't come out yet, there is some fog, and it's cold and cold.

Ma Xiaole shrank his arms and took a cigarette out of the zf compound. It was a few dozen meters west of the city center, and it was more than two hundred meters south of the city to reach the place where the trucks were concentrated.

The stalls along the street had already been set up, just waiting for the villagers from ten miles away to come to the market. I felt hungry, so Ma Xiaole entered the snack shop and ordered a bowl of porridge, two fried dough sticks, and a grilled steak. The owner of the snack shop met Ma Xiaole and specially added a small plate of pickled radish strips to him.

"Boss, what's going on? They're all here to eat, and the treatment is different!" A farmer who was drinking porridge silencedly said.

Ma Xiaole was very uncomfortable when she heard this. She said this to the boss, but the finger was pointed at him. There were many people eating, and it was always common for clamoring. If they shouted together, they would be a shameless thing.

"Drink your porridge!" the boss shouted loudly, "Can people be the same as humans? There are still people with broth in the morning!"

The boss shouted, and the man who spoke no longer said that, "Hula Hula" gulped the soup in the bowl, and then raised his head until the last sip, "Isn't it just a matter of talking? You need to be serious with me!"

"What else do you say? Every time I add half a spoonful of it, I'll say it." The boss was honest and unyielding, making the man a little anxious and raised his head to argue.

When the farmer looked up, Ma Xiaole saw clearly that he was still an acquaintance!

"Hey!" Ma Xiaole greeted the farmer, but couldn't name him. The farmer looked at Ma Xiaole and frowned, not knowing what was going on.

Ma Xiaole knew that this farmer was running a hand tractor and had used his tractor to the village. On the way, he also told the story of a fool's wife and a shoemaker. It was from Yamaguchi Village. "Brother, are you from Yamaguchi Village?" Ma Xiaole asked happily.

"Yes, yes." The farmer was stunned, "Who are you?"

"Hehe." Ma Xiaole smiled, "I'll go out after drinking my fill of porridge and say that we're always acquaintances."

"Old acquaintance?" The farmer was so confused that he opened his mouth and drank half a bowl of porridge with a big mouth. "Okay, I'm done."

Ma Xiaole put the pickled radish strips into the bowl, stirred them, drank them a few sips, and walked out with the farmer, "Brother, don't know me anymore?" Ma Xiaole took out the cigarette with a smile and handed over one.

"I don't know you anymore."

"I don't remember the story of the landlord's stupid son asking the shoemaker to sew his wife's bottom?" Ma Xiaole took out the match and lit the cigarette, threw it hard, and gently threw the matchstick under his feet, stepped on it, and wiped out the Mars.

The farmer scratched his head and stared at Ma Xiaole for a while, "Oh oh!" He raised his hand and gestured, but he couldn't tell what he said, "You used to take my tractor! You're the one who smoked me the front door!"

"Yes!" Ma Xiaole smiled, "Brother has a good memory!"

"No matter how good your memory is, you are not as good as you. You remembered me first."

"Oh, what do you mean by my brother?"

"Zou Dazhu!"

"Oh, Brother Zou is really, what's the name? What's the big pillar?" Ma Xiaole laughed, "If those girls hear it, they will take off your pants and see, how big the big pillar is!"

"Hehe." Zou Dazhu grinned and embarrassedly, "Brother, your mouth is really so good, you are still so good at speaking! Where are you doing now? You can't recognize it after a certain change!"

"Any gangster, be a secretary in the village." Ma Xiaole said casually, but his expression was extremely proud.

When Zou Dazhu heard this, he hurriedly said, "Oh, brother, you can do it!" He hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket, looked down and saw that something was wrong, put it back, put his hand into his arms, took out another box of cigarettes from his inner pocket, "Smoothing is OK!" He took out one and presented it to Ma Xiaole respectfully.

Ma Xiaole took the cigarette, "Brother, you have two boxes of cigarettes too!"

"That's that's it." Zou Dazhu smiled, "Whatever people see is the cigarette!"

"Brother, you are smart enough." Ma Xiaole nodded, "You still drive a tractor?"

"I won't drive anymore." Zou Dazhu shook his head, "That thing is not blocking the wind or rain. Now I'm driving a big car!"

"Oh?!" Ma Xiaole asked quickly, "What a big car?"

"It's at the south end of the market!" Zou Dazhu pointed to the guide, "Just my car, at the Shadun Township Market, it's not one or two!"

"Okay!" Ma Xiaole said simply, "I will introduce you to a job, so you can make a profit!"

"What's your life?"

"Go to the city to deliver goods!"

"Then the relationship is good. You can earn 80 yuan in one trip!" Zou Dazhu rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Okay, I'll drive the car to load the goods later and try to set off in the afternoon and come back early." Ma Xiaole's mature and persistent look made Zou Dazhu admire him very much.

"Brother, you are young and promising!" Zou Dazhu said with a smile, "You can't be sure that you will become the leader of our township in two years!"
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