For example, if the Zhuo family has a military family certificate, it will not be difficult for you at most, but do you think you want to reduce the exemption? Haha, that is, dreaming, people don’t care whether you are a military family or whether there are any documents in the village, no matter how many acres of land you have, how much output you need to pay, and when you are in a good mood, you will divide the second-class grain into one, let you pass it in one go, or you may have something wrong with your words, or you will directly divide the third-class or fourth-class.

Therefore, these little ghosts in front of the King of Hell are actually the most difficult to deal with.

The aunt and the grandmother obviously had the experience of dealing with them. They set off at four in the morning and reached two in the door at six in the morning, and the row was not far behind.

When she first came, she felt it was fresh, but the more she waited, the more she couldn't stand it. Because she had adult ideas, she tried not to cause trouble for her mother. However, Zhuojian was only two years old and was a furious child. He didn't care about these things and started to make trouble.

Although I brought dry food when I went out, Zhuo saw that it was either hungry or thirsty, and most of it was because of the hot weather. The weather was stuffy and people kept sweating, but they became thirsty. Drinking water alone could not stop the stuffy feeling from top to bottom, from left to right, and when I felt dry, I felt more and more irritable.

I was so angry that I was waiting. When the child made a fuss, the adults were in a bad mood. My mother also had a temper and was even more impatient with Zhuojian. She would quarrel with him. Whenever she quarrels, she would make a fuss even more fierce.

"Selling freezers, cold and thirsty popsicles, one cent per dollar, cheap and delicious!"

"I want to eat popsicles, I want to eat popsicles."

Zhuo Jian was really a scheming person. His mother was so annoyed by him that she gave them two cents to buy popsicles.

The popsicle seller outside pushed the trolley, which was placed on it. There was a wooden box wrapped in a layer of quilts, and there were rows of neatly arranged popsicles, including one cent, two cent, three cent, and even five cent cream. The more expensive it was, the better it tasted. For example, this one cent, it was a ice lump and some sugar water. It was not simple, but it also quenched thirst.

The two cents were handed over, and each brother was one. The popsicle was not as cold as imagined. After all, the road from the sorbet factory was also damaged, so it was impossible to directly stick to the tongue. The head was naturally impossible, but the cold air on the surface of the ice cream gave people a cool feeling.

After taking a bite of the popsicle, he walked to my mother and aunt, and Zhuo Lin gave the aunt sensible: "I'm eating it."

The eldest uncle was favored and looked at her in surprise, "Be good, I don't eat it, you can eat it!"

"Eat whatever you want!" As soon as Zhuo Lin acted coquettishly, his aunt couldn't stand the stimulation of Bingbingbing, so she took a bite and looked at Zhuo Lin's smiling eyes and narrowed into crescent moons: "Well, it's so sweet, it's so delicious, Linlin is so well-behaved!"

The aunt only took a small bite. When Zhuolin wanted her to take another bite, she pushed away: "Be good, give it to your mother, otherwise she should eat it."
Chapter completed!