Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang

Little Liu was really tempted.

Let her go to them again, she dare not.

She felt that their house was becoming more and more evil now, as if every time she went there, the life at home became more and more sad.

But seeing them just leave them alone to live a good life, she is not reconciled, and she can't take advantage of her, it's really uncomfortable to scratch her heart and liver.

She whispered: "Really?"

Tang Sanshui said coldly: "Of course! Go quickly!"

Little Liu gritted her teeth, "Okay!"

She really went to the next village in secret.

At first I thought I was going to inquire, but when I went there, I found a tile-roofed house at the east end of the village. It looked solid, but it didn't even have a courtyard, just a lonely room.

Little Liu saw no one around, so she quietly went to knock on the door.

After knocking for a long time, no one came to open it. Until she got tired of knocking and was about to take a breather, the door suddenly opened. Xiao Liu was caught off guard, and she fell in, and then she was picked up by a person. .

Little Liu screamed in fright.

The man was short, with a stubble beard, shirtless in the autumn, and he didn't know how long he hadn't bathed. He was tired of getting dirty, and the smell was unbearable. When Xiao Liu raised his head like this, he could see it at a glance. The man's black shaggy armpit hair was exposed, and he retched repeatedly at that time.

The man didn't care, and easily dragged her into the house: "Little lady? Why are you looking for me?"

Little Liu shoved him away in fright, dodged back, and shrank to the corner of the room as if flying.

A foul smell flashed through her nose, and she subconsciously withdrew her hand, only to realize that the place where her hand was pressing was actually a sock, the white cloth was worn into black mud, and it still maintained the shape of a sock when thrown on the ground.

Xiao Liu vomited again and again, the man took two steps forward, Xiao Liu screamed in fright, and wanted to run outside.

She pushed open the door smoothly and ran out. The man didn't chase after her. Xiao Liu rushed forward a few steps and breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that her hand was still smelly, and couldn't help retching and scratching at the side. leaves, rubbed hard.

After a while, she calmed down slowly. Looking at the room, she remembered the purpose of coming up again.

She hesitated for a long time, but in the end she was still unwilling. She clenched her fists, walked to the back of the house, and asked tentatively, "Hugua?"

No one answered inside, Xiao Liu said: "I'm Tang Sanshui's sister-in-law, he said he has something to ask you, and asked you to come over."

Still no one answered.

Little Liu said: "Pugua? Courgette?"

Inside finally said: "Why doesn't he come by himself?"

Little Liu said: "He's sick and can't get up."

He chuckled inside: "Who doesn't know what's going on with his illness? Ask him to do it himself!"

Xiao Liu did not know what he meant for a while, but said: "He is really sick, he vomited blood yesterday."

"Yo?" Hu Gua said, "Did you play off?"

Little Liu was puzzled: "What?"

Hugua stopped talking.

Xiao Liu called again, but he didn't say a word.

Seeing people coming and going next to her, looking at her from time to time, Xiao Liu became flustered and had no choice but to turn around and go back.

She was uneasy in her heart, only worried that Tang Sanshui would scold her when she went back, but she didn't expect that when she went back, Tang Sanshui was sleeping drowsily, groaning long and short ones from time to time, and had no time to pay attention to her at all.

She was relieved, and began to worry that Hugua would not come.

Unexpectedly, at night, cucumbers actually came.

There are hundreds of ears and thousands of eyes in the village. Whenever a stranger appears in a house, the whole village will know it within a quarter of an hour, let alone the old house of the Tang family.

So, he entered the Tang family's old house, and the next day, even the brothers outside the gossip heard that a "guest from the shit pile" had come to the Tang family's old house.

Tang Jinguo also brought first-hand information: "Brother Chang, you don't know, it really stinks! It's even more stinky than my hut! And it's tattered, with flesh exposed, so it's not too cold! Mrs. Liu returned it He's cooking!"

Brother Tang San asked: "What does it look like?"

"Very short," Tang Jinguo compared: "So short, like... as short as Brother Sheng, thin, with a beard all over his face, like an old hairy monkey, he can't see what he looks like. "

Brother Tang San clicked his tongue, lost interest: "Isn't this just a beggar?"

He waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I understand, go home!"

Tang Jinguo ran away, and Brother Tang San turned back and continued to pluck the old hen he bought, preparing to make ginseng and black-bone chicken soup.

Xinbao was also sitting on a small bench to help, Xiaopang's hands were quite nimble, but he had no energy, he couldn't pull a hair off after several times, but he was very serious with a wrinkled face.

The second elder brother said from the side: "The old woman, you can't get up early without profit, let alone entertaining guests with cooking dishes, even if you give a steamed bun, you have to ask someone to order something."

Brother Tang said: "Don't care what others do!"

The second elder brother said: "I don't want to care about others, I'm afraid they won't forget us!"

Big Brother Tang clapped his hands and frowned a little, he said for a while, "Sanlang, no matter where Xin Baoer goes these few days, you have to follow her, don't let her run around by herself."

"Oh!" Brother Tang San said: "I never asked her to play by herself. But don't you say you're going to sell vegetables tomorrow?"

Brother Tang thought for a moment: "Then Xinbao will follow! Erlang will follow too! Wulang Liulang, let me tell my parents, you go to the new house, I will not pick you up, don't come back, just stay with your parents." next to you, you know?"

Little Five and Little Six also agreed.

In the past ten days or so, the vegetables in the field have grown up.

The big leaves of wombat cabbage can't even bloom, they are densely packed together, and almost squeezed into a square. Brother Tang dug up a radish this morning and looked at it. It is also the biggest one.

So the two brothers spent a whole morning tidying up all the vegetables and spreading the radish sprouts all over the floor, just in time to feed Tang Xiaoba, so it was easy.

Brother Tang discussed with his brothers in a low voice.

At first they sold at the door of Shen's shop, firstly because the stall was small, and secondly, selling wrapped candies and dim sum was more suitable, and they could be regarded as complementing each other.

But selling vegetables is no good. No one sells vegetables at a stall in front of someone's house, so they either sell them separately or change places.

Fourth brother Tang said: "Tell me, it's better to separate. We sell candy wrappers. Everyone knows the place. Once we change, they will be hard to find. It will be a fresh start."

"That's right," Brother Tang nodded, "Why don't you and Erlang sell sugar there, and I will..."

He shook his head halfway through speaking: "No, no, neither you nor Erlang, you and Erlang Saburo..."

The second elder brother cut in and said, "Saburo Shiro and I are selling candy together, and you take Xinbaoer to sell vegetables...don't be too nervous, as long as we don't place an order, we will be fine."

Brother Tang thought about it, and there really was no better solution.

Anyway, the only ones who can fight are him and Tang San, but Tang San can fight but he has no brains, and everyone is worried about asking him to protect Xinbao.

Brother Tang nodded.

Brother Tang said: "Brother, tell me that you don't have to go to the street to sell them. Our vegetables are very good, and there are not many of them in total. If we don't grow radishes and cabbage, we will only sell them three times. You It’s better to ask a big family and sell it cheap.”

So it was negotiated.

The milk dumpling didn't pay attention to what they were saying, and without knowing anything, it was put into the ingot basket again, covered with a small flower quilt, swaying and sleeping soundly.