Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Leng Jingpeng went to Lizhong as a middleman in the afternoon according to the list listed by Ling Wang. From the village, he invited 15 village women, because he only had one meal at noon. But it must be done before three o'clock, and the wages they have issued are also very high. Twenty texts are one person, relative, and the requirements are high. First, they must report to Yuehua Mountain Villa at the moment of the morning, and then come again. Before the kitchen, you should wear an apron, put on the sleeves and hats, and wash your hands again and again. You must ensure absolute hygiene. If you can't do it, you don't have to go. The dozens of people hired are still honest, although it is inevitable. A little bit more.

Busy days are always very fast, and in the end of September, more than 50,000 acres of land have been opened up. During this period, Zhang shopkeepers came twice, twice to promote jam, because they have long been It is said that it will only be at the end of September, but even if the weather has gradually cooled down, the sales of jam food is still very impressive. Zhang’s treasurer wants to save more goods. In the beginning of October, he finally made a big profit, so he was busy with wasteland. At the time, the family was busy making jams. In order to save time and make more jams, Ling Jingxuan specially added ten cultural workers to the dozens of women who came to cook, so that they would help clean the fruit in the afternoon.

Of course, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary troubles. The carriages at home will pull back a lot of cannabis bags every day. They are all humus, but Ling Jingxuan claims to be a fruit. The women are also cleaned in the open space of the front yard. After washing, Lao Song and others moved to the factory. Now, I learned to make jams on Tuesday. Ling Jingpeng also stopped going to the mountains. The fruit picking on the mountain was all given to Yan Ruirui. They were three people who licked jam at the same time. The daily output is also very amazing. Basically, there are several carriages to pull the goods every day.

At the same time, Zhang Qing’s house and Ling Jingxuan’s so-called factory building are also under construction. The house is an ordinary two-in-one yard, plus a kitchen barn warehouse, etc. The backyard is temporarily empty, and other practical things may be built in the future. More simple, except for the three-meter-high wall outside, there are three rows of factory buildings, ten in each row, and there are separate peninsulas and toilets on both sides. Two rooms are built in the front and rear doors, which are used for rest for the future gatekeepers. In the middle of each row of factory buildings, a wide aisle is left, enough for three or four carriages to pass side by side. The door is still used as an iron gate, which looks bright and atmospheric.

In the past two months, there have been two things that have something to do with Ling Jingxuan. One is Wang Jingui’s wife. Ling Wang’s and Wang Jinyu also took time to go back. It’s said that Wang Han’s death on the wedding day is going to live. Crying, not only did not succeed in preventing her husband from swearing again, but instead let Wang Jia Er, who was not very much in favor, accept the new wife in good faith. This result can be said to be within the expectations of Ling Jingxuan, the four brothers of Wang Family, the daughter-in-law of each person. It’s not bad, at least it’s not like Wang Han’s, but it’s not guilty. It’s also very greedy. Wang’s second old man must be worried about his second child. If he insists on it, the second old man will not be willing to object too much. Intense, Wang Han's wisdom should not be noisy, this trouble can completely push the hearts of all the family members.

For the new two aunts, Ling Jingxuan is also generous. It is specially brought back from the town to a set of silver heads. It is a gift for her. The Wang family is therefore very happy. Ling Wang, who is on behalf of the family, is also special. There are faces, but some people are very upset.

There is another thing that is also a happy event, but it is not the happy event of Ling Jingxuan's family, but the old Lingjia side. It is said that Ling Chenghua is going to marry. The married man is the famous mantle Zhang Hu. At the beginning, the old man does not agree with his life. Ling Chenghua is going to die at home. The trouble, recently seems to be agreed, specifically, Ling Jingxuan, they are not clear, anyway, Ling Chenghua is going to marry.

"What? Just this dowry? Your father is a scholar, and your family is well-off. Your second brother bought all the wasteland in Qingyang County, tens of thousands of acres. Their business is so big. If your only sister is married, they will not add makeup?"

In the evening when the weather is dark, behind the Laowang booth at the village entrance, Zhang Hu and Ling Chenghua, who are about to become married, are openly pulling. When Ling Chenghua says that her dowry is more than ten silver and some broken jewelry, Zhang Hu is not decisive. I was so happy that I didn’t even think about pushing Ling Chenghua, who was in my arms. At first, he just wanted to play with her. Who would scarce a broken shoe? If I didn’t see Ling Chenglong’s family really developed, he would be a bachelor and would not marry this arrogant woman.

"You mean, are you yelling at me or licking my dowry? They are theirs, shutting me down? You don't know, people have long been independent and separated from our home."

Wearing exposed Ling Chenghua with hands on his hips, there is no shyness to marry the girl, the makeup on the face is the same as the monkey's buttocks, the plump crispy chest is tall and upright, as if it will break through the small one's tube top at any time. When it comes to Ling Chenglong’s family, the dusty face is full of unhappiness and resentment. If the old man is not allowed to provoke those people again, she has already picked up the old lady’s door. Oh, her life is not good. They don't think too much.

"Is it awkward, don't you want more dowry self-defense? You are the home of Ling Chenglong, how many local landlords are there? And their business, I heard that it is directly delivered to the town. Xinyuan Restaurant, you have not been to the county town, I don’t know, Xinyuan is the largest restaurant in Qingguo. There are branches in the country. Do you say that they have less money? Even if the leaks between the fingers are enough, we can eat and drink. For a lifetime, you are now the best time to marry and prepare for the dowry. Even if they are truly independent, can you really disapprove of you? Do you want to let your mother go to the door to find their dowry?

Now she is his **** of wealth after all. Zhang Hu does not dare to really turn against her. She re-examines her and slowly analyzes it for her. Her hands are unruly and touched everywhere. Ling Chenghua not only does not resist, but instead Jiaojiao again and again, two plump **** squeezing toward his chest, the eye that was not intended to be related to Ling Chenglong and others, the more her eyes are brighter, isn't that the reason? Ling Chenglong has money, she is his only relative girl, shouldn't he give her a dowry?

"Xiao Xiao, I am a family member. You still don't know? You don't want to marry and follow me to suffer? If you don't take the opportunity to ask your brother for money, you can only follow my hard life in the future?" ”

Upon seeing it, Zhang Hu hugged her and kissed her, and her hands squeezed her plump buttocks. Ling Chenghua’s unbearable pets kept on and on, intermittently: “Yong?? I think about it? Ah?”

"Hey, this is my good wife."

Zhang Hu knows that she said that she agreed to it. The tall body suddenly overwhelmed her on the earth wall. The two men gathered in the sky behind the old king’s house in the broad daylight. The old man who had already collected the stall because I forgot something, and when I got back, I just heard the conversation between the two people. He was also shrewd. He didn’t alarm them. Instead, he ran home and let his eldest son, Zhao Shan, go to Lingjia for a trip.

"How did your little apprentice come? What happened?"

Ling Jingxuan’s dinner at home has always been early. When Zhao Shan came, they had already eaten and rested in the yard. The young man was also smart. He did not speak the words in front of the family, but quietly called Ling Jingxuan. To the side, the masters and the apprentices squatted for a while, and Zhao Shan went back after saying it, and did not say hello to other people.

"Oh, good deed!"

Ling Jingxuan snorted and screamed, but I couldn’t think of it. Ling Chenghua actually dared to hit their idea, and the Zhang Hu, really did not want to die, even his ideas dare to fight, is he not that he would be afraid of him? Small cellar?

Seeing his appearance, I know that there will be a big deal. Yan Yanrui’s glimpse of the light seems to have guessed something. A family member who is not far away, simply slams him out.

After more than half a month of reclamation, the wasteland has changed its appearance. The ridges and ridges of the ridges are neatly discharged in front of them. Yan Ruirui silently glared at Ling Jingxuan’s walk on the road they built, and the gloomy sky was well covered. The bloodthirsty on Ling Jingxuan's face, if you don't look carefully, the two are like a couple walking in the evening to eat and eat.

"You have already guessed it."

I don't know how long it took, Ling Jingxuan whispered to silence, because they have been busy this month. Relatively, the Laowang family who is responsible for the supply is also very busy, so Zhao Shan has not officially worshipped him as a teacher. When he came, he thought he was going to talk to him about his appointment. Didn't he think? ?

"Well, probably, let you show that expression. At present, there are basically no other people except the old Ling family. Who is this time? Ling Chengcai? Ling Chenghu? Or is that Lingchenghua who is about to marry? ”

Stopping, Yan Ruirui faced him with a light-shouldered corner. For a long time, he did not see his family’s eyes showing murder. To be honest, he still missed it.

"Ling Chenghua!"

Three words were spit out of the teeth, Ling Jingxuan slowly said the things that Zhao Shan said, and came to the world for a few months. In addition to Ling Jingwei, who had kidnapped the buns, the only thing that made him murder was Ling Chenghua, and later the design was destroyed. After her innocence, she seems to be safe. He is too busy and has no time to worry about a little girl. Now she is ready to hit him again. The new hatred can be cleared once. It’s thorough, otherwise she might not think he is afraid of her.

"Oh... it’s better to give her this opportunity."

After a moment of silence, Yan Ruirui touched his chin and laughed. Now Lingchenghua and Zhanghu are just planning to calculate them. Jingxuan is notorious. The last time I was afraid, I was really afraid of the old Lingjia people. In the case of Xuan’s home, the old lady did not dare to go to the door, and she was always prepared to give her a chance.

"Well, I think so too. The weakness of my mother is a well-known thing. As long as we are not with Jing Han Jingpeng, they will definitely be unscrupulous."

This time, no matter who is not protected, Ling Chenghua must get the punishment he deserves.

"It's better to finish the last day of the month, open the wasteland, and the jam is finished. We just took the children to the town to go shopping, called Shangjing Han Jingpeng together, and it is almost time to give the family a winter clothes and quilts. Things."

Seeing that he agreed, Yan Ruirui took the opportunity to suggest that he would never say that he wanted to go out with him.

"I see you want to go out and play?"

Without a good look at him, Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, holding his hand and going back. The anger that had been hidden before could not be seen. Now that he has decided to count, they just have to wait quietly for the day to come.

"Don't you want to? We are busy for half a month this time. There are still a few days to come, and we should be exhausted when we are busy."

He leaned up and stared at him intimately from behind. Yan Rurui slammed the weight of most of his body on him. The hot breath was all swallowed on the sensitive skin of his neck. Ling Jingxuan didn't talk any more, just smirked. The overlapping figures of the two people are long and thin in the moonlight. Fortunately, this is on the road they built themselves, and it is evening. In other places, it is estimated that someone will point to them. Ling Lingxuan is fornicating, I don’t know. It is.