MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 369 369. Pulling My Clothes

  Chapter 369 369. Pull my clothes

  But Zhang Yanping was a little puzzled: "Her clothes are like this, why don't you go back and change?"

   But Wang Lifen, the always kind grandmother, also sneered: "Then you underestimated her!"

"Don't look at her pulling her clothes now. When she is swearing and messing around at the door, if there is a man, no matter how old she is, she can just let go of the clothes! Such a person, half of you young people will recruit I can't stand it—go! All the men go into the house!"

  Song Tan gasped!

   "Is she so open-minded? Isn't she afraid that her children won't be able to see others in the village?"

   "What's the matter?" Ulan also sneered: "You are young people with little experience. There can always be one person like this in every town."

   "Besides, why is she afraid that her children will be shamed? Look at her 4 children, except for Zhou Maozhu who is an honest person now. Give her some rice noodles during the holidays. Do the other children care about her?"

"If you say that some parents, like your Uncle Zhang, are not filial to their children, they are not good people. But some parents, they really don't look like parents, so don't blame the children for not caring about it—in fact, they will lift it up if they say it. Don't start!"

Wow!

  There is a lot of information in this statement.

  If it wasn't about the watermelon field in his Taolin at this moment, Song Tan would have given her mother a pot of melon seeds, and then peeled an apple for grandma!

  What a delicious melon! It sounds exciting!

  Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun felt the same way.

   It’s just that the scene that Wang Lifen just mentioned is really scary, good man, who wants to look at the old lady’s body!

  If a basin of dirty water is poured, even if no one believes it, it will be ugly!

  So everyone pushed and pushed, even brought Qiao Qiao, and entered the main room obediently, and even Song Youde locked the door behind him.

  Looking at the vigilant and curious eyes of a group of young people, he also let out a long sigh of relief:

   "Anyway, if you meet her, close the door early to be safe!"

  Only Qiao Qiao stuck to the door, and added in a low voice and guilty conscience: "By the way, sister...she cursed so badly, I put the bucket on her head."

  Song Tan: ... did a good job.

  But he became worried again: "I just said that our bucket looks dirty today... isn't it broken?"

   This big plastic bucket costs more than ten yuan each!

"No!"

  Qiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained: "I didn't use any force, but the rice bran and vegetable soup that wasn't poured out were all on her head..."

oh.

  Song Tan looked outside—just looking at the old lady's vigorous and swearing look, she knew there must be nothing wrong.

  Even from Song Tan's point of view, she is quite vigorous? It's outrageous.

  Hearing her scolding became more and more clear and ugly, and her legs and feet were not even slow at all, Song Tan also sighed:

   "No one in the village takes care of it, or think of a way to mediate it?"

  If she is always like this, no one will complain.

   "Why not."

  Ulan's eyes almost rolled to the sky: "Last winter, I took advantage of the night to steal other people's Chinese cabbage—who doesn't have this thing? She still has her own vegetable garden! She has to steal it!"

   "It turned out to be cold and slippery on the road, and I couldn't get up from the fall. If it wasn't discovered by a passing car in the middle of the night, it would make no difference whether the old lady is here or not."

   "Guess what? She woke up late, and the driver at the time was also smart. The villager who knocked on the door and called immediately drove away when she saw someone coming. She didn't tell me!"

   "Turned around and woke up, and said that the cabbage grower wanted her life, and she fell down, and she had to ask someone to pay for it—it's only a fool!"

   "Then the old woman went there three times a day to scold her, and the son who just came back from the family was also stubborn and called the police directly."

Okay! The police came, and as soon as they walked to the door of her house, they saw the old lady start to roll around on the ground, saying that the young policeman had thoughts about her, spying on her...

   "Also said, if there is no idea, there are so many criminals in the world, why did they come to her specifically?"

this-

   Song Tan was shocked!

  In the room, Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun put their ears on the door, and their eyes widened in shock at this moment!

   "Is it that tough? Didn't the police take him away?"

   "What do you bring?" Song Youde was not happy either.

   "This old lady is 80 this year. Doesn't she generally mediate education? What else can she do? In the end, she had no choice but to call her children."

   "The other children don't care, but Zhou Maozhu was honest and took the hob meat... But there was really no other way, so he simply locked the gate outside the old lady's yard! After three days of chaining, no one responded, and she stopped."

   But it seems... the method is not long enough!

   No, it’s only been half a year!

"So..." Wulan said earnestly: "Tantan, don't take what I said before. If the people in this village are reasonable, it's okay to say it. In the future, our family's business will grow bigger, and it is only natural to take the villagers of."

   "But if you come across such hob meat, you can't afford it with all your efforts and money, and you'll still be covered in fishy smells—that's what they are for!"

Okay. Song Tan felt that the combined knowledge of his two lifetimes was still too little.

   Now I started to think carefully about how to deal with such hob meat.

   Outside, the old lady was grabbing her own clothes with one hand, and swinging her other arm vigorously. She was swearing non-stop while walking towards her house.

   With such a loud voice, no young man in the village can match it!

   But the scolding was so ugly that Song Tan couldn't repeat it.

  After thinking about it, he simply picked up the empty bucket that Jojo had put down, and rushed out of the yard again, aiming at the old lady in front of him, making a gesture to throw it—

   If you want to say that the old man is old and confused, Mrs. Zhou is not! She is awake!

  Seeing that the red barrel was about to be buckled this way, he stood still and stopped talking. Then go straight to the topic:

   "Old Song's family! Look what your stupid son has done to me? He even took off my clothes!"

   Good guy!

  This time Song Tan laughed angrily:

   "You are an old lady, let's ignore other weird things for the time being, and you still framed Qiao Qiao for picking up your clothes? Why did he pick up your clothes? I hate making bibs for the pigs at home!"

   Sure enough, Ulan was also furious:

   "Fart your dog!"

   "Mrs. Zhou, I think you are old, and I don't usually know you! Try talking nonsense about my son!"

   "Why are you talking nonsense?!"

   Mrs. Zhou was not at all afraid, and her words were powerful and confident:

   "I was walking on the mountain, and he tore my clothes when he came up. Look at how my clothes are torn!"

"Yeah?"

  Song Tan stood there, staring at the rice bran and vegetable soup sticking to Mrs. Zhou's gray hair and asked, "Then what's going on with your head? He tore your clothes and pushed you into a pigsty?"

   "You can pull it down! Our pigs don't even look down on you!"

   The top product has to be a heavyweight—to scare the chickens and monkeys, let’s get a well-known one!

   What stories spread quickly in the countryside?

   Of course it's the best. Don't be too annoying, which career path does not have some ups and downs?

   Good night Tomoyo Sakura.

  (end of this chapter)