Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

As Qian Duoduo spoke, his eyes narrowed, and he looked at the old hens that were laying eggs in the chicken coop not far away.

"Ah... my old hen!" Seeing Qian Duoduo staring at her old hen, Mrs. Fan seemed to see Qian Duoduo plucking the feathers in her eyes, so she stood up quickly and blocked Qian Duoduo's sight: "Don't catch it. My old hen, you go, I don’t want any fish or rice anymore, don’t catch my old hen!”

In the eyes of Mrs. Fan, what is that little rice and fish?

How can it compare to your own old hen?

The next year's eggs of those chickens don't know how much rice they can buy. As for the fish, they are not delicious anyway, so how can they compare with old hens.

As for Qian Duoduo's warning not to go to her own house to grab things, the old lady had long since forgotten that she had gone to the country, but she was always afraid that Qian Duoduo would catch her old hen.

Qian Duoduo looked at Niu Qingmei and Ma Guifang who were standing next to each other tremblingly: "From now on, if you two continue to instigate the old lady to go to my house to fish for things! I will tear your mouths apart!"

As he said that, he paused, and immediately the old door clicked, and a hole was actually stepped on like this.

The frightened sister-in-law froze in place, without saying a word for a while.

Qian Duoduo looked at the situation of the three of them and thought to himself, these three people probably won't dare to go to their own house to fish for things in the future, right?

Thinking of this, she didn't stay for a while, and rushed home with her own things.

Before leaving, she cast a sideways glance at the two Big Mao and Er Mao in the yard with their faces full of sugar scum.

With their faces full of flesh and blood trembling, the two people who were so frightened hurried to hide beside Ma Guifang.

Seeing the cowardice of the two, Qian Duoduo snorted contemptuously, and rushed home cheerfully past the chattering and pointing villagers, humming a ditty while walking.

I have a little donkey...and I never afford to....

One day I...

While singing, Qian Duoduo suddenly came back to his senses: "Hey, no, where's my little donkey?"

At this time, the little donkey who was far away in Fenghuangzhai wailed in his heart, master, did you finally think of me?

At this time, outside Fenghuang Village, Da Mao was hiding on the only way to enter the village, waiting for the old lady to come back.

In the cottage, Huang Shulang looked helplessly at the little donkey following him, wishing to roast it, but this little donkey was very slippery, when he wanted to grab it, it stayed far away. After tossing for half an hour, I didn't even touch the donkey hair.

And when he didn't catch it, it would run to his side and follow him closely, which made Huang Shulang very angry, and called four or five brothers to catch the little donkey together.

On the huge mountain stronghold, a few men were gearing up, surrounded the little donkey in the middle, and rushed towards the little donkey. The little donkey tilted its head, its big eyes flashed, grabbed an opening, and walked over to the little donkey. The crowd ran out.

"Ah... oh... ah... oh!" shouted victoriously at the big men.

The group of big men rushed to nothing, and immediately continued to pounce on the little donkey one by one unconvinced. The little donkey flew all four hooves, dodging left and right, which was very easy among a group of people.

The angry group of big men gritted their teeth, and Huang Shulang stood beside him laughing before leaning forward and backward: "Hahaha, it's so funny, you group of idiots can't even catch a donkey."

At this time, someone completely forgot the situation when he was helpless against the little donkey.