Blessed Girl's Wife Wears 80s with Space

Chapter 43, Digging a Well

"Uncle, I'm still angry." Wen Hao's mouth is better than Wen Hong's. Seeing that his uncle ignored him, he was not polite, took a stool and sat down by himself.

He also moved to the village head and directly blocked half of his light.

"Uncle, don't be angry." Don't look at Wen Hao's 37-year-old person, but he is no worse than a child of a few years in acting coquettishly.

"If you're still angry, hit me. I won't fight back." Wen Hao straightened his body and moved closer to him.

The pretend is to let him fight.

The village head is also a ruthless person, and without Wen Hao reacting, he took the bamboo board in his hand and directly slammed it up.

Wen Hong fell to the ground in fright.

Of course Wen Hao was hit straight.

"Uncle, you are serious." Wen Hao cried out in pain.

Instinctively jumped away, one meter away from the village chief, afraid that he would attack again.

"Didn't you ask me to beat you? Come on, boy, I haven't beaten enough yet." The village head got up from the stool, pulled his face, and said to Wen Hao.

Wen Hao was now in a dilemma. Judging by this stance, he might be fighting for real.

"Uncle, don't make trouble." Wen Hao grinned in pain.

The village chief put on a straight face, "Whoever is making trouble with you, you kid will tell you how long it has been since you came back, and how many troubles have occurred."

The village chief also became more and more angry, "If I knew you were so troublesome, I shouldn't have let you come back."

"I either quarrel with this one or fight with that one all day long. If you continue to cause trouble, our village will never have a peaceful life."

After finishing speaking, the village chief threw the bamboo board in his hand at Wen Hao, not afraid of breaking him at all.

As soon as Wen Hao dodged, he dodged directly, "Can I blame me for this? Who made them all have dirty mouths, what kind of words did they say, they were not looking for scolding, why did they blame me?"

"Besides, can I be blamed for the fight? You've seen it too. Nan Xing has such a big wound on his face. Who can stand it? If he holds it back, is he still the father? That's the grandson."

"You are still a grandfather, why don't you help your own people." Wen Hao looked aggrieved.

Wen Hao started arguing, not losing the slightest bit to the woman.

"Heh, according to what you mean, you blame me. I shouldn't have adjusted it back then. I should have let them fight. The big one will win." The village chief spit out angrily, "Bah, it's all about you!" If you don't go back to the village, our village will be very safe."

Seeing that he was going to fight again, Wen Hong hurried forward to hold his uncle, and if the quarrel continued, everyone outside could hear it.

Fortunately, the people living around the village head's uncle's house are far away, otherwise I don't know how many people came here at this time.

"Uncle, it's all Haozi's fault. I'll tell him when I get back, so don't be angry when you get old." Wen Hong, a good old man, started to make love with him.

The village head listened to him and glared at him, "It's just you, you still want to teach him, don't be led astray by him in the end." Why can't this kid see his position clearly.

Poor old Wen's family has such a pair of brothers.

"Okay, let me go. It's a hot day, and it's not too hot to pull." The village head broke away from Wen Hong's hand in disgust, and returned to the position just now angrily.

"Come on, what's the matter?" The two men knew what shit they were doing as soon as they lifted their buttocks, and Wen Hong followed suit.

"Uncle, it's not like our two brothers want to dig a well at the entrance of the village. The mountains are high there and the water is scarce. It's always a long way to fetch water from the small river." own intention.

Hearing that it was digging a well, the village chief was so lifeless that he smiled a rare sight.

"Drilling a well is a good thing, I think back then." The village head began to recall some past events.

It's a pity that the two nephews don't give face and don't intend to listen.

"Uncle, since you also think it's good, then you can help us find someone, we don't know a master in this field." Not only Wen Hao doesn't like to listen, Wen Hong also doesn't like to eat.

No, he asked the master.

The village head glared at him, how could he not know that they didn't want to hear it.

Forget it, now that the country is getting better and better, the past sufferings will be over.

"Okay, I'll help you to ask, but you have to prepare the red envelopes well." If you're not good at drilling, you have to talk about the red envelopes.

The two of them knew a little about this, "I listen to uncle, but how much should I pack?"

Wen Hong actually feels a little bit distressed about money.

"Seven or eighty is not too much, forty or fifty is not too little." After the village chief finished speaking, he waved them off.

There are some things that he can't say too clearly.

Another one, he cannot be the master of others.

The things were left behind, and the two also left the village chief's uncle's house.

On the way, after some discussions, the two brothers decided to seal a 58 yuan red envelope.

Then pack three meals a day for the master, and take a pack of cigarettes a day.

Counting it down, it's almost 80 yuan.

The two returned home and talked to Ji Camellia, who shook her head, "Don't eat rice at home, it's unlucky, how about this, give them some extra money, and give them five packs of cigarettes." Eat at home.

Although drilling a well is a good thing, the meaning of drilling a well is not good.

In their village, there is another saying for digging a well, which is a dead man's pit.

Because the word "drilling a well" agrees with the pronunciation of digging a pit after death.

Generally, no one is hired to dig a well at home, and most of them tidy it up by themselves, as long as it can store water.

But the land here is different. There is no running water from the mountain. If you want to see water, you have to dig a well.

Although there are no old people in the family, there are still elders at the root, and it is absolutely forbidden for well diggers to enter the house.

"Then listen to sister-in-law." After thinking about it, the two agreed with sister-in-law's opinion.

"It's easier not to cook." Wen Hao said with a smile.

"Okay, I don't have any red paper at home, and there just happens to be a fair the day after tomorrow. I'll go to the fair to buy it, and then I'll buy some things to pay homage to the ancestors and gods." Ji Camellia directly arranged these things.

"Well, it's up to you to make the decision." Wen Hong also saves trouble, and of course he doesn't bother with his daughter-in-law if she is capable.

The matter of digging the well has been settled, and the work in the field has gradually come down.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and what Wen Hao was thinking about was the medicinal wine he made.

Look at it every day, change it every day, and I have never served my daughter-in-law so meticulously.

"Nan Shuang, go and see Nan Xing. You can't finish your homework. Let him not spoil his eyes." Ever since Nan Xing got the Mathematical Olympiad brought back by his father, he has been shutting himself in the room to write, except for meals. And the morning exercise, he didn't take it out.

Nan Shuang glanced at the open door not far away, "He knows how to measure, isn't Shanshan also in there." Nan Shuang felt very good about the two people's love of learning, and there was no need to disturb them.

"Dad, have you helped me see the master this time?" Nan Shuang finally remembered what she had forgotten after being back for so many days.

When Wen Hao heard this, he slapped his brain, "I'm sorry, Nan Shuang, Dad forgot about this." At that time, there were too many things and he was too excited, so he forgot to see the old man.

"Dad." Nan Shuang was speechless.

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