pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 134
The window paper was very thick, and two figures could be vaguely seen inside the room, and it was impossible to tell who was inside, but Song Qingge still remembered Zhang Dezi's voice clearly.

That night, he ran up the mountain drunk and shamelessly asked her to give birth to a son for him.

"Dafang, is he really a son?"

"You still don't believe me? They all said, sour and spicy girl, I like to eat sour ones recently, and I ate up the small basket of hawthorns you sent last time. Also, the one with the round belly is the daughter, and the one with the pointed belly is the daughter." Son, look at how sharp my stomach is, I must be a man with handles."

"Take a handle! Dafang, you are so kind. If you give birth to a son, I will divorce that woman and welcome you in."

"You said this. If you dare to say nothing, I will take him to the mountain—"

"Bah, bah, bah... what a bad thing to say, don't worry, you will keep what you say."

"Really? Are you not afraid of that woman?"

"Don't be afraid, didn't you see it last time, and all the money was brought for you. If Widow Zhang didn't appear suddenly, that woman would have died."

"But my side—"

"Leave it to me, as long as you give me a son, I can do anything, even die."

……

There were two people sitting on the kang in the room, right next to the window, speaking in a low voice, Song Qingge could hear clearly.

There are beds in Lou Jinniang's house, but not every house is full of beds. After all, it is too cold in winter, so two houses are left with kangs.

"Come on, let's go out." Song Qingge whispered in Xiao Jinyi's ear, and pulled him away.

After turning over the wall, Xiao Jinyi said with a blank face: "My lady, why is Zhaodi's father in the eldest sister's room?"

He could also recognize the two people in the room, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"There may be important things to talk about, don't tell others, do you hear me?" Song Qingge was afraid that Xiao Jinyi would ask Hao Qingfeng while he was working, and he might tell him some messy things.

"Can't even the fat man?"

"No."

"Can't Uncle Li ask?"

"No."

"Well, I won't tell anyone."

Fortunately, Song Qingge said more, he really planned to ask others.

"Dabao, can you find Zhaodi's house?" The person has been confirmed, and the main event is about to begin.

"I know, come up, lady, I'll carry you on my back." Xiao Jinyi bent down and motioned Song Qingge to climb up.

Song Qingge climbed onto Xiao Jinyi's back, rubbed her hands together, and breathed out. It was so cold that her hands were already frozen.

Zhang Dezi's house is two streets behind Xiao's house. Although it doesn't look like the big house built by Lou Jinniang, it is square and neat, and it is better than ordinary houses. Daughter, created by a woman who hanged herself a few days ago.

It has to be said that Song Lanhua is a capable person, more capable than most men.

She is a sad person again, because she did not give birth to a son, it is useless to do more.

Song Qingge felt that she was pitiful, but she didn't sympathize with her. Everything was caused by herself and she didn't deserve sympathy.

Because there were many children, another room was built on the side of the house, and the yard was not that big. Song Qingge stood outside and looked in, and then saw a chicken frame under the window in the faint candlelight from the room.

"Dabao, go in later and see if there is any chicken inside. If there is, go and catch the chicken."

(End of this chapter)