I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

The two broke up after a quarrel, and finally, Zhang Xiaowu returned home full of resentment.

As soon as she got home, Zhang Chunli pulled him over with a happy face: "Xiao Wu is back? Come and have a look inside the house. Didn't you say you didn't have any new clothes a few days ago? My mother went to the city today to tell you Two bolts of cloth, it's cool, come in and see if you like the material?"

Zhang Chunli wandered around the city for a long time before finally choosing this fabric. The fabric feels smooth and soft, and it feels cool to the body. It is sure that wearing such clothes in summer will not be hot.

Goudan played in the yard with his hands full of mud, and when he heard his grandma say this, he pouted his ass and said, "Grandma, I don't have any new clothes anymore, and I want to wear new ones too!"

Zhang Chunli still treats her grandson better than her eldest son, and said with a smile: "You son of a bitch, I will buy it when you are older. Now that I have made new clothes for you, you will not be able to wear them in a few days. What a waste!"

Children don't have so many twists and turns, and they don't understand his milk. They are just a casual excuse to refuse. In fact, Zhang Chunli doesn't want to make new clothes for him at all. Goudan said anxiously: "Don't waste it, even if you can't wear it, you can wear it." Leave it for the younger brother after the little uncle, I will definitely protect it well, and leave new clothes for the younger brother to wear."

Zhang Chunli's face darkened slightly, this child is real, he has no eyesight at all, how dare he wear the clothes he wore for Xiao Wu's child, I don't know how his mother taught him!

Zhang Chunli was impatient and continued to tug at him. She glanced at his hands full of mud and reprimanded, "Look at how dirty you are. How dare you ask for new clothes? Besides, you wear new clothes yourself. But let my younger brother wear your ragged clothes, how can you be so ignorant!"

After reprimanding indiscriminately, Zhang Chunli directly dragged Zhang Xiaowu into the room.

Goudan's black and thin face was full of grievances, his eye circles were a little red, he ran sadly in front of A Niang who was washing vegetables in the yard, and whimpered aggrievedly: "A Niang..."

Xie wiped his wet hands on the hem of his shirt, patted Goudan on the back and coaxed patiently: "Goudan is good, don't cry, Gai Mingniang will give you a new one, okay?"

Goudan was even more aggrieved: "I don't want to change it, why do I have to wear my parents' old clothes, my uncle can wear new ones, Grandma also blamed me for keeping old clothes for my younger brother, but I always wear old ones !"

Hearing this, Mrs. Xie was also a little sad. Originally, her parents told her about this marriage. This man is a good hand at work, but he is a bit dull, but she didn't care, which shows that he is honest, right?

But later she realized that honesty is honesty, but that is only listening to his mother's honesty, and he can do whatever his mother asks him to do. My family has worked hard in the fields for a year, but in the end they have to hand them all over to the public. It's okay to communicate with Zhongben, but who made the old lady not treat everyone equally.

As the old saying goes, don't worry about scarcity but inequality.

They and the second child's family almost took care of all the work in the family. As a result, the family didn't enjoy any of the results of all the hard work, but let an idle uncle eat, drink and have fun.

And the old lady doesn't even care about her grandson, all the good things are left to her son, and even Goudan rarely makes one or two new clothes throughout the year, so that the child's clothes can only be picked up by her again and again , or simply change it with the adult's clothes.

But what can I do, who makes her man dare not even fart, "Good boy, how about embroidering flowers on the clothes your mother gave you this time?"

As soon as this bitch said that he forgot what he said just now that he didn't want old clothes, he protested: "No embroidery, flowers are only for girls and Shuang'er. I want a tree, a tall tree."

Xie smiled and said, "Okay, let's embroider the tree for Goudan."

The afternoon sun was still hot, and Ye Xingwen woke up from his sound sleep. He drank a bowl of clear tea, but he still felt hot and restless inside. Paving.

At the moment, there is no one in the bookstore. The clerk is sitting in the shade to avoid laziness. He rests his elbows on the table and dozes off with his chin resting on his hands. Ye Xingwen is sleepy and walks lightly. No sound was heard.

Thinking that the summer heat was really unbearable, Ye Xingwen didn't wake him up, but when he was about to leave the counter, he noticed that there were two more books inside.

These two books are obviously new, the outer cover is completely different from the ones in their book shop, and you can tell that it is a story book just by looking at the name. Thinking of the recent story books in the shop, they are either boring and disgusted by him, or they are written by men. Obscenity and obscenity really made him uninterested.

With nothing else to do, he picked up a book with the name "Pluto Chasing His Wife" written on it, and sat at the counter to read it.

But it took more than an hour to watch this.

It wasn't until the guy was completely full of sleep, stretched his waist and woke up, and shouted "Ma'am!", that he woke him up.

Ye Xingwen woke up from the world described in the storybook, and found that the hottest hour of the day had passed, and he was completely unconscious.

He glanced at the book in his hand again. In fact, not only was he completely immersed in it, but he even directly empathized with the characters in the storybook. He had also seen the twists and turns in the capital, and those people casually He can turn nine twists and eighteen turns to fall into your trap if he says a word, and he will fall into the trick if he is not careful, which causes him to be full of sincere sympathy and pity for the girl Lan'er inside.

He looked at the name left on the cover—Hua Xing'an. It was a completely unfamiliar name. He didn't know if it was his real name or a pseudonym. He ignored the staff's panic, but shook the notebook in his hand and asked, "Who is this?" delivered?"

"Ah?" The clerk scratched his head, "It was a poor scholar who gave him his own script and asked if we would accept it."

Ye Xingwen was a little surprised that he was really a newcomer, "Then did you tell him to accept it?"

"Ah? No, no." The buddy stumbled and said, "This, isn't this waiting for the supervisor to see?"

"You don't need to wait for him to read it. I'll make the decision this time. I'll take it." It's not difficult, but it's just a storybook. Later, he said to his husband, "Do you know where he lives? Can we talk about it today? "

Ye Xingwen couldn't wait to read the next book.

The man did not expect that the calm and indifferent wife in charge would become so excited today. He thought carefully about the situation introduced by the scholar in the morning, and said: "He said that he doesn't live in the county seat, but in a village outside the city, not far from us." Some distance."

Seeing Madam's sudden loss, he immediately said: "But I told him that the person in charge will only check the script this afternoon, so he said to come tomorrow."

"That's good." Ye Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that there was a different book underneath. Fortunately, there were two books, which was enough for him to read today. He took the two books in his hands and stood up: " All right, you can take a good look at the store, and when the manager comes back, let him go to the backyard to find me."

"Yes."

The clerk watched him go away, and couldn't help scratching his head wondering, the scholar's writing was so good that the lady who used to think that the bookstore's books were boring and ugly loved it so much?

If I had known, he would have taken a look today.

After dinner, Zheng Cheng'an and Lian Xing still each had a quilt, lying quietly. Now that it's summer, the quilts of both of them have been replaced with a thin layer, which can't cover much of the contours of their bodies.

"Speaking of which, although Ye Chen's wife is the eldest lady of the Chu family, one of the four major families in Yucheng, her uncle took over almost all of her family's property and influence because of the accidental death of her parents. Ye Chen was taken over by her uncle because of an accident. Wrapped in the battle of foreign worlds, until he was strong enough to tear through the space-time rift and return to the land where his wife is, it has been a full five years."

"What can five years bring? Except for his wife and daughter, almost everyone regards him as a swindler who swindles money and sex, and even wantonly beat and scolded Chu Ruoxi who gave birth to a slutty child because of this..."

"And what Ye Chen, who has already cultivated into a god, finally saw when he returned home: his wife and daughter who had never seen each other lived in a kennel, their hair was disheveled, and they didn't even have a meal. They are all leftovers from the Chu family..."

"..."

The low voice resounded in the small room, and it was warm and beautiful for a moment. These days Zheng Chengan kept his promise to tell Lian Xing bedtime stories, but he was tired after talking about "Pluto Chasing His Wife" for too long. So in the first two days, he cut off 88 times to chase his wife without hesitation, and it ended sweetly.

So today, at the request of Lian Xing, I talked about a new one. Zheng Chengan directly took out the "Guardian God" to talk about it, but he couldn't help but realize the weirdness while talking, no wonder his few words Nian was always rushing while writing. At that time, he was limited by serialization and could not correctly recognize his shortcomings. Now that he told Lian Xing again, he finally found out what was wrong.

This is a standard heroic novel, and it is the lowest level of face slapping. Every day when the daily update comes out, the villain bullies two girls, and he goes to slap them in the face; On the third day, someone looked down on him, so he went to slap him in the face...

It would be fine if he could keep fighting like this, but he had already written several female videos at that time, and he couldn't help but write very detailed and deeply involved in the psychology and emotional processing of various supporting characters, even the most popular among men. He also behaved in a mess when he appeared in front of his wife and daughter as the savior who was looking forward to.

Because at that time, he couldn't understand with the mentality of those men at all. Men with a high frequency would consciously substitute for the protagonist, thinking that he was the most capable, and the world was the king. Even his wife and daughter had to look up to the superior protagonist with a low profile.

What he wrote was completely the opposite. The hero appeared as a redeemer. He treated his wife and daughter with equality and respect. Because of such a result, he will behave in a daily life that he loves his wife and daughter very much, and bears all the pain by himself.

But in this way, male readers will naturally feel aggrieved.

He also naturally rushed to the street.