Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 184
Some little dolls chased and played together and passed in front of her.

The ladies kept their eyes on them, for fear of falling down or hurting somewhere, moreover, they were afraid that the child would be too mischievous and bump into the wife.

Children who were older than ten years old all sat around Qingyi. They knew that Qingyi knew kung fu, and they all pestered him to teach them kung fu, and kept asking him what the world outside the villa was like. .

Qingyi couldn't stand being entangled by them anymore, he stood up and ran, and the group of children also followed him eagerly, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off no matter what.

Seeing this scene, Pei Jian clenched his fists and arched the muscles on his forearm. He couldn't understand, he knew kung fu, and his master was still the instructor of the imperial army!Why don't you come to him to learn kung fu.

Seeing his unwillingness to admit defeat, Mrs. Pei shook her head helplessly and gave him a meat skewer.

"Eat quickly."

He is unshaven and arrogant, that child is willing to play with him, Qingyi is a handsome, handsome young man, he speaks and shuts his sister-in-law and brother, very polite, not to mention those kids Yes, she liked it when she saw it.

It's just that he doesn't know if he has Xu's family, if not, she has a distant cousin who is the right age for him, and I don't know if Qing can like it or not.

People drank heavily, ate meat, and were very happy.

Some people suggested that we should have some fun, and Su Yuanyuan thought of the previous game of drumming and passing flowers, so he suggested it.

Everyone sat in a circle around the bonfire, and Su Yuanyuan was no exception. She pulled Jiang Wenzheng to sit in the far north. Jiang Wenzheng's legs still hurt when he squatted down, so she took a small stool for him to sit on. with.

Pei Jian was also in high spirits, vying to be the drummer, but he was actually beating the wine jar with a chopstick.

The sound jingled, and people's moods became tense with the gradually accelerating rhythm.

The crude ball quickly shuttled through people's hands in the fierce passing, and suddenly, the crisp knocking sound stopped abruptly, and Su Yuanyuan was a little thankful that the ball was not in her hands.

The others also relaxed like Su Yuanyuan, and stretched their necks to see whose hands the ball fell into.

In the southwest direction of the crowd, a dark-skinned young man was holding a ball in his hands like a hot potato. His face was shining brightly from the fire, and the blackness was red.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, and stood up like a child who did something wrong.

The people around were all in their [-]s and [-]s, so they were not shy, and shouted one after another, "Come on a stone! Come on a stone!"

At first, it was just the people around him who were booing, pushing him to go to the center, and then everyone was booing, even Jiang Wenzheng had a smile on his lips, as if he was also looking forward to the performance of the boy named Shitou .

Shi Shi's face was flushed red, she lowered her head, and her arms drooped fiercely.

His lips moved slightly, and a very soft voice came out of his mouth.

The booing people around suddenly quieted down. In addition to the crackling sound of burning wood in the campfire, people also heard the slightly out-of-tune singing of stones.

Insects were buzzing all around, as if they were accompanying him.

The sound of the stone was extremely low, and the sound of burning wood from the campfire in the middle almost overwhelmed him.

After a song was sung, it was not difficult for people to applaud and applaud this shy young man.

But the more he applauded, the redder the stone's face became, and finally turned into a monkey's butt, and everyone around him burst into laughter.

A new round of beating drums and passing flowers started, this time Pei Jian closed his eyes, and the speed of beating on the wine jar was also accelerated.

The sound of jingling drove the rhythm, and people also became nervous and passed the ball in their hands.

Suddenly, the sound stopped abruptly, and there was silence all around, and people were all watching who would win.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old stood up. The man bowed his head and smiled shyly. His dark face was full of traces of time.

He stood up and clasped his fists to everyone present, "You're showing your ugliness!"

Immediately, the surroundings quieted down, and all eyes were focused on the man who was standing ready to perform his talents.

The man took a deep breath and said slowly, "The mountains are far away, the road is long, the water is long, and the love is endless. The bees come to the mountains to collect honey, and the elder brother only comes for the younger sister. One layer of mountains, one ring of water, thousands of mountains and thousands of miles. The water keeps going."

After the love song was sung, people applauded him one after another, and his fellow countrymen asked him with a smile if he missed his wife.

The man's face was bright red and bright under the light of the fire, and he smiled shyly and nodded.

A new round of drumming and flower passing started again with the sound of knocking. People were passing the ball quickly. Su Yuanyuan took aim at the ball, thinking of giving Jiang Wenzheng some more time to perform the show, but it was impossible to imagine just one After taking over, the knocking sound stopped abruptly, and Su Yuanyuan was stunned.

"Hey! It's our wife's turn!"

"Sister Yuanyuan will perform one!"

Qingyi, who was sitting among the children, yelled at Su Yuanyuan, with a look on his face that he didn't think it was a big deal to join in the fun.

It was the first time for Su Yuanyuan to perform in front of so many people, and she was still a little nervous. After rubbing her hands together, she realized that her palms were sweaty.

"do not be afraid."

Jiang Wenzheng softly clung to her ear to comfort her, Su Yuanyuan raised her head to meet his bright eyes, and nodded.

She stood up, cleared her throat, and the booing people around fell silent in an instant, ready to listen carefully to Su Yuanyuan's performance.

"I'm riding a white horse. I'm going through three passes. I'll change into plain clothes and go back to the plains. Let Xiliang go, no one cares about me. I only think about it, Wang Baochuan."

Su Yuanyuan's voice is soft, blowing people's hearts like a spring breeze. After singing, people are still thinking about it, unable to extricate themselves for a while.

"Ma'am, this song is really nice, why haven't we heard it before?"

Su Yuanyuan's face froze, her brain spun quickly, thinking about how to round things up.

"This is what I saw in a drawing book."

"What picture book, what's its name?"

Mrs. Pei, who was sitting by the side, was very curious about the song and kept asking.

Su Yuanyuan froze. In this dynasty, there were no picture books of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan!
"Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan, this section is called "Wujiapo". It's very, very difficult to buy."

Mrs. Pei's eyes dimmed in an instant. It took them half a year on the mountain to go down to the city once, not to mention how could they have spare money to buy a picture book.

Seeing her downcast look, Pei Jian looked at her, "You don't know how to read, why are you reading picture books?"

Mrs. Pei didn't like to hear this, so she immediately became unhappy, and grabbed the gravel at her feet to smash Pei Jian. Pei Jian didn't look at the rough guy, but he was henpecked. Putting on a flattering smile, he came to Mrs. Pei's side.

(End of this chapter)