Boss-gege Excessive Spoiling

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Even if it is a dragon and a phoenix, the gender is different, but it is necessary to let the unfamiliar person see it. I am afraid that it is impossible to tell who is who!

"What can we do! Uncle and uncle have been forced to wait until they know that Qingzhai is gone, they will not let us go... Hajj, what can we do..."

"Mother, there is only one way." Susie suddenly spoke, her face condensed, looking at the weak woman, word by word, "You tell them, it is your daughter Xia Chaoyu who died. And who is alive, me, me It’s Xia Qingzhai!”

Xiamu lived.

It’s as thin as paper, and the window is twilight. It’s not dawn, but the goose feathers and snow are falling and falling, and the night will be exhausted. The lonely village will be covered in a cold color.

In the snow, there are footsteps rushing in.

"Come faster! Xia Qingzhai was sick of hemoptysis last night. The old Liu Xue of the village head had been in Langzhong for a few days, saying that Xia Qingzhai had not been able to reach this morning."

"Brother, that's called - isn't it?"

"Yes! There are two women left in his family. Can you give money to a woman? It is not a foreign name! Xia He is gone, but his brother, that is, we are still there!"

"Go and call the village, and be a witness."

The two men who spoke, with their own sons, hurried to the front of a dilapidated old earthen house in the middle of the village. Before they even entered, they heard a burst of crying.

"My son... you wake up... my son..."

A few people's eyes lit up, hurriedly opened the door, pretending to be a mourning look, and hurriedly asked: "Younger sister / nephew, what's wrong with this?"

The room was cold and cold, and the child of the age of twelve or three was lying on the bed, closed his eyes and still died.

That is Xia Qingzhai, is it really dead?

Sitting next to the bed, his sister, Xia Chaoyu, who was almost identical to his appearance, glared at his hand, his head fell silently with tears, his face pale as paper.

Xiamu was kneeling beside the bed and crying out.

Pushing the door open, the crying was passed out. Soon, the villagers of Xiajia Village came to 7788, regardless of the cold weather, and the house outside the house urged Xiamu Festival to mourn.

"I have to do a good job for my child, hehe."

"The people in the village will help. In the village of our country, I was bullied. It was Xiahe who became an official. Other villages no longer came to rob us. Xia Jia Niangzi, you and your children are left by him, we Will take care of you."

"Yeah, don't forget, there is Xiahe's brother Xia Wei, and his younger brother Xia Li! They won't care about you?"

I was mentioned in the name, and the inside and outside are looking like the host. Xia Dabo and Xia Xiaoshu, who are entertaining the villagers, are busy coughing. For Xiamu: "Yes, brothers and sisters, both of us will take care of you."

"Just now, Qingzhai has also gone. The assets of the home of the households must be confiscated according to the law. It is better to do this. You have to give us the responsibility, and when you grow up, you have to be married. Let us take it out again. She is a dowry."

The two said that the local language was chiseled, and the surrounding villagers were familiar with their greedy nature, and their eyes flashed unbelief.

Trusted? This is a direct rush to grab it!

When the summer family grows up, give her a dowry. joke! Where are you going to get out?

Xia Dabo and Xia Xiaoshu filled the men's house at home this year. They were not proud of the foreign taunts of Xia He's son, and the people were not prosperous.

If you have a son, you will have to give him a house in the future. Somewhere you spend money, Xia’s assets have long been spent, and you can give a dowry to Xiajia’s head!