A small farmyard in Daxing, Beijing, has newly built houses and white ceramic tiles are pasted on the exterior walls, which look very conspicuous. This kind of ceramic tiles will be outdated in a few years, but it was still quite popular in rural areas in the early 21st century.

This house is a house in Daxing rural areas, and it also retains the typical characteristics of rural people. The yard is made of a large yard. The house is just 100 square meters, and the yard is actually 100 square meters.

In the early morning of autumn, the weather is neither cold nor hot, and the autumn wind blows on your body very comfortable, clean and refreshing. Today, the farmers are not living in the farmyard, because the things that these people are holding are not farm tools.

There were four young people standing in the courtyard, with different hands, and a handsome boy holding a quick-witted man skillfully whispered: "There is a small treasure box, a piece of copper, and a skilled craftsman made it. Four pieces of copper and a wooden one, and three sides are black and red. Although it is not a valuable treasure, the treasure box of Wanguanjia is filled..."

The handsome young man played very steadily and his speech was rhythmic, but he was not greedy at all. His expression also revealed a sense of calmness and stability.

"The treasure box fell to the hands of the bachelor, and the treasure troop was set up in the deserted beach conference. The gong sounded and the treasure opened. It surrounded the seventh floor inside but the eighth floor outside. The seventh floor inside squatted underground to bet on the treasure, and the eighth floor outside stood beside the bran lamp..."

A young man standing next to the pretty young man, who was fat and fat. The boy was holding his back: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted flower duck, roasted chicks, roasted goose, braised pig, braised duck, sauce chicken, bacon, dried meat, sausage..."

There is a child next to the fat young man. This child looks like he is about the age of **, but he looks square and smart, very cute and clever.

The child was singing the lyrics of Taiping with a pair of Yuzi. Although he didn't look big, he was very stylish. Yuzi was also very quick and his voice was obvious, but he also had a bit of taste. He was a good seedling.

In addition to these three people, there was also a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little guy standing in the corner of the wall. Only this guy didn't practice morning class. The child had his head down, but his dark eyes were turning cleverly. He didn't know what bad idea he was thinking. He knew at a glance that he was not an honest child.

Standing opposite the little head was a huge body. The owner of this body had a dark face, a gloomy face, and a bad expression staring at the little head in front of him.

The little ghost head was the little ghost head. In less than three minutes, he became uncomfortable when he was staring at him. He seemed to have a lot of bugs on his body, scratching his head, and he was about to twist his body.

The little ghost head finally couldn't help it. He looked at the huge body in front of him and pretended to be innocent: "Master, what do you always look at me? I'm embarrassed. I'm a boy."

"Hmph." He Xiangdong snorted coldly, and he was almost irritated.

That's right, this huge body is He Xiangdong. Four years have passed. He Xiangdong is twenty-eight years old this year. Looking closely, his appearance is not much different from four years ago, but his temperament is different.

The age of 28 is exactly the age of being stuck between youthful, lively and mature and steady. Most people are left or right, but He Xiangdong is on the right path and never looks back. If you don’t look at his appearance carefully, you will definitely think that this is a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was originally calm as far as his peers’ age, and now it’s even more so. In addition to calmness, he also brought more vicissitudes of life. The four years of hardship and development of the Wenshe Society have indeed changed him a lot.

He Xiangdong stared at the little kid, snorted coldly, and asked, "If you don't practice well in the morning class, where have you gone to the wild?"

The little ghost scratched his head and said vaguely: "I've practiced, and I've gone there and walked around for a little while after practicing."

He Xiangdong looked at him and said, "Oh, I've finished practicing, right? That means I've practiced well. I'll recite the name of the dish and slap it in the face."

The little ghost looked bitter: "Ah?"

He Xiangdong shouted: "Hurry up."

The little ghost was frightened and reluctantly recited: "Steamed lambs, steamed deer tails, roasted flower ducks, roasted chicks..."

He Xiangdong shouted: "Hurry up, where is the old donkey pulling the mill?"

The little ghost head raised: "Burn goose, braised..."

"Bang." He Xiangdong slapped him in the face.

I also tried hard, and it hurt a little on my face.

The little ghost covered his face and felt so aggrieved.

He Xiangdong cursed: "You dare to be wronged. The braised pig is called braised and boiled. You can try mixing garlic in your mouth? If you ask you to practice your skills well, you will know that you will go out to make trouble. Do you think you should beat me?"

The little devil said aggrievedly: "I haven't gone out to make trouble?"

He Xiangdong glared at his eyes and cursed: "Do you dare not admit it? Did you kick the old hen in Uncle Zhang's house next door and broke one of your wings?"

The little ghost argued: "I can't blame me either. It's the chicken that insists on pecking me. I............"

He Xiangdong had no intention of arguing with the child, so he said, "Stop talking nonsense. You are standing here today to reflect on when you have memorized the name of the dish and when will you go to have lunch."

"Oh." The little ghost responded muffled, not daring to argue anymore. He knew that if he continued to talk, he would definitely get beaten up. Alas... these are all experiences summarized in blood.

He Xiangdong asked the little ghost to face the wall, and then ran to another disciple. This little ghost was He Xiangdong's fifth disciple, Xiangwenshe who came to the beginning of this year.

Xiao Wu is from Northeast China. Seeing that the child was not good at studying, his parents wanted to let his child learn folk art. They had already learned some Errenzhuan in Northeast China, and now they sent their child to Xiangwenshe to learn crosstalk.

Xiaowu is a child with good talent, so He Xiangdong accepted it. However, this child is too naughty and has never seen such a naughty child. He goes out to cause trouble every day. He has been to Xiangwenshe for more than half a year and has not stopped.

Either he chased the dog from the home, kicked the chicken from the west, or broke other people's things. Anyway, He Xiangdong can now receive complaints from his neighbors and friends every day.

After more than half a year of training, He Xiangdong felt that even if he didn't talk about crosstalk, he could still be the director of the petition office. Xiao Wu has opened up a new career for him. Who would you like to reason with this thing?

This child is too naughty. He Xiangdong has to deal with him several times a day, but this child is also so naughty that he is not afraid of beating him. He Xiangdong is now desperate for him.
Chapter completed!