The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

"I'm not tall enough to kick others, can I hit them with my head?"

Gou Sheng was eager to try, and even made two gestures.

Meng Wantang's expression was hard to describe.

"What a waste!"

"what?"

"If you can't even kick someone's crotch, it means he is an adult. When you meet such a bad person, your first reaction is to run away. Why are you fighting with him?"

Gou Sheng said, "What if I get caught by someone else?"

"If you are caught by someone else, don't panic, be sure to stay calm. Do you know what it means to wait for an opportunity? You have to show weakness first and let others think you are harmless. When the person relaxes his vigilance, you will see Give him a fatal blow at the right moment. Then escape quickly."

Meng Wantang softened what she saw on TV and the news and told it to the three little guys.

The little chubby face looked at Meng Wantang with admiration, moved over, lay on her knees, raised his cute little ears, and listened carefully.

Goudan was thoughtful.

Gou Sheng was startled and said, "Mom, you have something!"

"How about saying I am your mother and you are my son."

Meng Wantang was very proud to play the little guy until his head was broken. The strength was not very strong and it was very light. It was just for fun.

"Okay, starting from tomorrow, I will teach you how to practice Baduanjin first. We mainly need to improve our physical fitness first. We have good physical fitness, strong strength and fast speed. If we can't beat others, we can still run, but We can still make sneak attacks when we are here. In short, when you fight together, you three brothers must not suffer any loss. As long as you don’t beat someone to death, mom will take care of you. Of course, the main purpose of the fight is not to hit the head or the face. , just blow it towards the person’s belly and butt to death.”

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, he opened the pot and looked at how the pig's trotters were braised.

She just picked up the chopsticks when she heard Gou Sheng shouting excitedly: "Dad, you're back!"

The chopsticks in Meng Wantang's hand almost fell into the pot.

She turned around and saw Lu Qingye holding a lot of cloth in his arms, and was instantly stunned.

"Ouch, so much cloth?"

Meng Wantang ignored the pig's trotters, put down her chopsticks and walked towards the door, with a smile on her face like a flower.

She is good-looking, even when she smiles sinisterly, she is not ugly. This smile from the heart makes her look even more dazzling.

Lu Qingye was still a little angry at first, but facing such a brilliant face, no matter how much anger he had, he suppressed it.

Feng Dongyang didn't dare to look at Meng Wantang.

He thought to himself, I'll be a good boy! He finally understood why she was called Femme Fatale.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous she is.

He didn't mean that Meng Wantang was not good, but he thought that Meng Wantang had the face of a fairy girl, but the thoughts in his heart were not like a fairy at all.

The contrast is too great.

"My colleague's sister-in-law works in a dyeing and weaving factory. Thanks to his connections, I bought so much cloth."

Lu Qingye explained.

"Can't you take a look at these?"

Meng Wantang came over and touched the fabrics, and found that they were all cotton, not Liang.

I was even more satisfied in my heart.

She likes to wear cotton clothes rather than fine ones.

Cotton clothes absorb sweat and are breathable and comfortable to wear. There are no other shortcomings except that it is not strong.

But it's really comfortable.

"It's very good." Meng Wantang was happy and added with a smile, "It's very, very good."

Feng Dongyang glanced at Lu Qingye and secretly clicked his tongue twice.

It is said that heroes are saddened by beauty.

This is not true at all.

As soon as the sister-in-law coaxed their director, their director's face suddenly changed as if a thousand-year glacier had melted.

“Where are these fabrics?”

After Lu Qingye bought so much cloth, he realized one thing. There seemed to be no place to put these things in their house.

"Put it on the kang first and then pile it up."

Meng Wantang said, turning around and entering the house, moving all the things placed on the edge of the kang.

After Meng Wantang brought the cloth in, she first put the shabby quilt at home on the bottom, and then put the newly bought cloth on top.

Lu Qingye and Feng Dongyang moved the things, and they finished moving in a short time.

Meng Wantang's eyes shone when she saw the pure white cotton cloths brought out from behind.

"You also bought pure white cotton? Is this expensive?"

Lu Qingye shook his head: "This cotton cloth has been piled in someone's warehouse for more than two years. I heard that it can't be sold. I said I wanted to buy some of this cotton cloth and they didn't ask for a ticket."

"This is a pick-up!"

Meng Wantang looked at these white cotton cloths and wanted to make two clothes immediately.

She held the cloth and said happily: "I will make you two white shirts tonight, and you can wear them interchangeably."

Nowadays, fake collars are everywhere on the street, so it is better to wear a pure white cotton shirt, which is more comfortable.

"No, just dress while you are with the children."

Lu Qingye is not picky about food and clothing. It is enough to be fed and clothed warmly.

"How can you be so sloppy when you go to work outside? Even though you are sitting on a tractor and driving a tractor. But if you dress cleanly and stand at attention, you will give others a good impression. If a leader takes a fancy to you, click You go over and be his driver. Won't your future work be a little easier?"

Meng Wantang just said it casually, but Lu Qingye was stunned for a moment.

Then he thought that Meng Mantang grew up in a courtyard and was not a country girl. She must have more knowledge than others.

Meng Wantang happily put away the cloth and covered it with a sheet to prevent dust from falling.

She went out and poked the pork knuckle to see if it was marinated.

Lu Qingye also went out and saw three little ones sitting at the door. He also found that the three of them had bruises and swollen faces, and then he understood why Meng Wantang said those things to the three of them.

"Who did you three fight with? Did you win or lose?"

Gou Sheng puffed out his chest and said very proudly: "Of course I won."

"Who were you fighting with?" Lu Qingye didn't believe it.

How could they possibly win when they were all beaten up with bruises and bruises?

"We fought Huo Damao and Huo Sanmao." Gou Sheng gestured and said, "Huo Sanmao was beaten to tears by us. Huo Damao's arms were broken by us."

Lu Qingye's eyebrows jumped when he heard that his arm was broken.

Before he could ask, Goudan added next to him: "It's not that my arm is broken, it's that it's dislocated. If my mother hadn't come here, I'm afraid it would still be hanging down now."

"Yes, yes, my mother is amazing. She walked over and said a few words to Huo Damao, took Huo Damao's hand, and just moved Huo Damao's hand so easily. The old lady Ma next door also wanted to give My mother kowtows and calls me mom."

Gou Sheng is really just watching the fun and doesn't think it's a big deal.

The last two sentences were so exciting that even the next door could hear them clearly.