When Ma Changgen returned home, he saw Hu Aiying telling him that he was alive. He said that he was singing 18 and touching Xiaole really looked a little bit. The relationship was that this kid was in heat and could not be cured without a woman. Hu Aiying sighed and said that Xiaole was still young, and that thing was useless. In the surrounding villages, no girl would be willing to marry him.

Ma Changgen sighed and said, "It's okay, everything is God's will. After finishing the farm work for a while, he will get him out to work. If he changes the environment, he may get better." After saying this, Ma Changgen touched the bed and reached out to touch Hu Aiying's body.

"You have to touch it 18?" Hu Aiying took Ma Changgen's hand away, "If you touch me, if you can't calm down later, I will knock your head!"

When Ma Changgen heard this, he imagined Hu Aiying's power. He probably couldn't resist it and didn't dare to move. He said fiercely: "One day I personally catch a few dry eels, make a lead to wine, and have two cups every night. I see you are still following me!"

Hu Aiying seemed to be commonplace for this, and after a while, two words were squeezed out from the corner of her mouth, "Small!" Ma Changgen felt something was wrong when he heard it, but he had no capital to resist, so he had to take it as if he didn't hear anything and turned to sleep.

As soon as the morning was dawn, the horse Changgen took a pickaxe and raked it to the peanut field on the southwest ridge of the village to work hard. The territory here is quite arid, and the villagers have a variety of peanuts, which are drought-resistant. Many villagers also plant sweet potatoes and corn, as well as a little sorghum.

Ma Changgen came to his own peanut field, put down the pickaxe and rake, and looked at the peanuts with yellow spots - Piao Tianwenxue - and was about to fall down. Fortunately, he had a pickaxe and stood firmly. "This dog-good Ma Xiaole has killed me!" Zhang Xiuhua cursed in her heart, putting down the pickaxe and crawling into the sorghum field and it was cool.

After noon, Zhang Xiuhua dragged the pickaxe and called Ma Changgen and the others to go together. Ma Changgen said he was not in a hurry, and he couldn't eat when he got home anyway, so he asked Hu Aiying to go back to cook first, and he and Ma Xiaole had a while.

"Look at you, you're just working hard. Xiaole is just the time to grow up. Don't get tired of him. If you can't find a wife, you'll blame you!" Zhang Xiuhua said with a laugh, "You won't let him go back and take a break first, and help Aiying as a helper, and you can cook as soon as possible."

Ma Changgen looked at Ma Xiaole who was sweating profusely and waved his hand, "Xiaole, you go back too, help your godmother cook together."

Ma Xiaole worked all afternoon and was tired, so she threw down her rake and pulled her legs away, "Godfather, that's just right, you can go back to have a meal early."

Halfway through, Hu Aiying turned the corner and wanted to go to the vegetable garden to bring some food home, and only Zhang Xiuhua and Ma Xiaole were left. Less than twenty steps, Zhang Xiuhua looked around and saw no one around, raised her hand and kept swapping her clothes, saying that it was so hot that it was so hot that she showed her white and tender belly from time to time. After walking a few more steps, she said to Ma Xiaole with her eyes slanted and said, "Xiaole, why don't you miss your aunt?"
Chapter completed!