May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

Shixi Township

Xu Qigang's home is separated from Shengning's hometown by a village, and it takes about an hour to walk. This is because the rural roads are not easy to follow.

Xu Qigang's family lives in the east end of the village, and a road just passes by their door, which is considered a powerful position.

The six large brick houses in front were built by Xu Qigang after he returned from the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.

When others were living in thatched houses, their family was the first to live in a spacious and bright big tiled house.

No one thought that the unlearned old rogue would have such a brilliant son.

To put it in a native language, this is causing smoke from the ancestral grave.

Near noon, Xu Xianxiong came back from the field with a hoe. When someone else’s family is still busy in the farm, his family is about to end.

Xu Xianxiong was used to idleness when he was young, and now even if he has corrected his young problems, he still hasn't learned how to farm.

Others’ families have 800 catties of grain per mu of land, but their family can only collect 400 catties, and half of that is robbed of nutrients by weeds.

"I'm back!" Xu Xianxiong put his **** on the ground and greeted the woman who was washing rice in the yard.

"Wash your face first!" Zhao Lanzhi brought the washed rice into the kitchen and poured it into the pot to prepare for cooking.

"Not busy, not busy!" Xu Xianxiong, a tall man, said with a smiley face: "My son sent the letter back today. I will take it back to you as soon as I receive it."

"Didn't you go down to the field to weed? How can you receive Qigang's letter?" Zhao Lanzhi is a gentle woman, different from ordinary rural women. Before the liberation, her family was a well-known big landlord in the local area. It is said that the dividends and silver dollars at the end of the year are all using dustpans. You are a dustpan, I am a dustpan, you are a dustpan, I am a dustpan.

After liberation, every day she called Doudizhu, her parents were killed. In the end, she was left alone, and she married Xu Xianxiong who was unable to marry a daughter-in-law.

The whole town knows what happened later. The old gangster Xu Xianxiong not only takes his heart, but also looks like a wife and slave.

When he got there, he was talking about his wife, and she couldn't bear to let her do the work when the farmer was busy.

"Hehehe... an old brother called me to drink and went to town."

Zhao Lanzhi rolled her eyes, and she looked even better in Xu Xianxiong's eyes.

"Daughter-in-law, you look so good!"

Lanzhi Zhao's goose bumps fell off, "Googling...how old you are, give me this set. You are not afraid of being ashamed, you have to estimate Qi Gang's name anyway."

Xu Xianxiong glared, "He dare, I do what I say!"

"Dare you!" Zhao Lanzhi saw that he was threatening his precious son, and immediately dragged Xu Xianxiong's ears out of the kitchen.

"Daughter-in-law, I dare not, I dare not! Don't get angry. From now on, the **** will be Lao Tzu and I will be my son.

Zhao Lanzhi was amused, letting his ears take the letter, and when he opened it, he almost fainted with joy.

"Great, great!"

Zhao Lanzhi has studied the Four Books and the Five Classics, and she also writes hand-written calligraphy. She is always looking for couplets in the village during the New Year. But Xu Xianxiong didn't know one big Chinese character. After reading it for a long time, he knew him word by word. Anxiously scratching his cheeks on the side, he asked, "What are you talking about? Why are you so happy?"

"What do you think would make me happy?" Qigang was only thirty and she couldn't sleep at night without marrying a wife.

"Marry a wife?" Of course Xu Xianxiong knew.