MTL - I Have a Secret-Chapter 16 Sweetheart

In a short period of time, Huang Dan’s look changed and he patted the grass clippings on his pants. “Mom, how are you here?”

"I went to the river to get some screws back." It seems that passing by, Chen Jinhua carrying a basket, looking at the old Taoist who crossed the hillside, "Winter, who is that?"

Huang Dan continued to pat the grass clippings. "It seems to be a fortune teller."

Chen Jinhua said, "Fortune telling? Is it the one that He Weijia is looking for?"

Huang Shan said, "It is possible."

Chen Jinhua sighed. "It’s funny, life can count."

What did she think of, "Winter, Mom sees you sitting with the old Taoist, you are not fortune-telling?"

Huang Shan shook his head. "I am not superstitious." It seems that Chen Jinhua did not hear anything, it is best.

"That's good."

Chen Jinhua went to the village direction. "The fate of this thing can't be calculated casually. Some people count it, but they ruin the good life and harm others."

Huang Dan asked curiously, "Is it?"

Chen Jinhua said yes, "The older generation always said that stupid people are stupid, knowing a lot, not necessarily a good thing."

Huang Dan feels it, "Okay."

Chen Jinhua turned his head. "The last time Li Gen helped cut the rice. This time, his family is transplanting. You can help a bunch. Don't let the big guy think that it is not something."

Huang Dan’s mouth was pumping. The time in the rice field was a little later, and he had to wait for another time to insert it, so he had time to stroll. Li Gen was fast and was busy.

But he doesn't want to go to the fields, there are grasshoppers. "Go ahead, go on, it's getting dark."

Chen Jinhua said.

After arriving home, Chen Jinhua sat in the courtyard, took off the tail of the screw, put it in the basin, dripped a few drops of sesame oil, and went clean after a while.

At dinner, Huang Dan ate the screw meat and fried leeks. This is the most satisfying dish he came here to eat.

He wants to take care of the house.

Chen Jinhua's body has the characteristics of a traditional mother. She eats and wears her. She thinks about her own children. As usual, she only picks the leaves and eats it. She doesn't touch a piece of screw in the plate.

Huang Dan clipped Chen Jinhua several times. She still picked up her mouth and said that she didn't like the stuff. Don't clip her.

After the meal, Chen Jinhua cleaned up the table and rubbed the oily hands on the scorpion. "Winter, stay at home, Mom, go to your mother's house for a while!"

The voice of Huang Dan came from the back door of the yard. "Okay."

The huts in the village may be built by a master. They are all simple, small earthen houses. They dig a large pit on the ground and bury them in a tank for feces. There are no doors and no curtains.

At this time, Huang Dan was kneeling on the side of the big cylinder. The muscles on the two legs were tight. The buttocks were squatting back. The most painful thing was to go to the toilet, fearing that the feces would splash on the buttocks.

This method is very unsafe. It is no wonder that the original owner fell in when he was a child.

Huang Shan shakes the fan, and the odor is fanned away with the mosquito. He secretly slams and glimpses all the clues currently in control, in chronological order.

Li Dagui and Wu Cuiling are the dolls of the older generation. They have children in the second year after marriage. They did not live until one year old. The cause of death is unknown. Two years ago, Li Dagui’s head was slammed into the river and died. Wang Yuemei’s lower body, Li Root quit his job and return to the village for care.

Now the biggest suspect is Wang Yuemei. When he was young, he lived in a decent manner. He enjoyed the favor of many different sexes in Shili Ba Village. Even if he was embarrassed, he was also very proud. She pursued perfection, did not allow fake products to appear, and loved excellent and promising. Son, hate the little son who is nothing, the eccentricity is very obvious, she does not seem to hide her dislike and disappointment with her younger son.

In other words, Wang Yuemei is showing a little, only the outstanding talents get her attention and praise.

The surnamed Wang surnamed in the fortune-telling mouth has two sons, probably Wang Yuemei.

Huang Dan frowned and thought that when he returned to God, his **** was surrounded by mosquitoes.

At the other end, Chen Jinhua went to the Li family.

Wang Yuemei also just had a meal, let Wu Cuiling give her water, and wipe her hands carefully. Her hands are different from those of the women in the village. The fingers look good, long, not short.

When Wang Yuemei wiped his hand, Wu Cuiling went out with a basin and covered the door.

Wang Yuemei is sitting on the bed. "Golden flowers, have you already given two pairs of soles for the winter? How come?"

Chen Jinhua plucked the big needle twice in the hair, and he slid it on the bottom of the shoe, and threaded it in a row. "When the foot costs shoes in winter, I will give him a few more pairs."

Wang Yuemei said, "You are really a panic."

Chen Jinhua said, "I really want to do something else, but in the winter, I will not let me go to the field."

Wang Yuemei said, "Winter filial piety is a good boy and will have a future."

Chen Jinhua said, "What can he do? He doesn't know one big character, and he doesn't know how to mix it outside. It doesn't compare with your family's Li Gen. It is really a good thing, a responsibility, to take care of you, even big. The city is not waiting, come back to support this home."

"Everyone said that Li Gen is a big filial son. You Wang Yuemei gave birth to a good son."

Wang Yuemei’s face was softened and smug, and there was some regret. “If it weren’t for me, the child would have been very good outside. He was dragged down by me.”

Chen Jinhua appeased. "You don't think so. No one wants to have a disease and a disaster. It's all a life. It can only be accepted."

"Moreover, Li Gen is sensible and has an idea. He knows what he is doing."

Wang Yuemei said, "A few days is the day of Lao Zhang."

The wind blew, the kerosene lamp in the house swayed, the light was not good, Chen Jinhua did not tie it to the sole of the shoe, and tied the hand. The blood beads on her hand were wiped on the trouser legs. "Yes, the time has passed, it’s really fast. Lao Zhang has been dead for more than ten years."

Wang Yuemei asked, "Is everything bought in yellow paper?"

Chen Jinhua said that he bought it. "It was bought back in the winter."

"Look at this day, there will be no rain for the time being, so I will go to the grave." Wang Yuemei's nephew did it, and she coughed. "Golden flowers, if it wasn't me, it was you who married the village chief."

Chen Jinhua seems to care less, she laughed and said, "Yue Mei, the trick is the age of half a foot into the coffin, what do you say this?"

Wang Yuemei’s face was uncomfortable and fleeting. “Is this not the end of the story? I am going to mention it later.”

She glanced at it. "Golden flower, the scorpion outside you has been wearing it for a long time. It’s dirty like this, why not change it?"

"This is a thing outside the home, every day is a matter of things, everything will be dirty, just like it." Chen Jinhua bent a few times on the bottom of the shoe, continued to push the needle inside, and then pulled out, "I have you The blessing is good, there is a diligent and capable daughter-in-law, I don’t know how much I can do."

Wang Yuemei's Liu Yemei twisted, "Forget it."

"It’s all right now. She doesn’t even know how to give it to me. I usually say anything to me. If I don’t say it, I don’t know how to do it. That’s ugly, that is, I read more books.” The words are clear. Picky and dissatisfied.

The face is more general, and the old-fashioned Chen Jinhua did not say anything.

Wu Cuiling is in Huang Dan. "Winter, is your brother a sweetheart?"

Huang Dan took a yellow pear in the yard and said that he did not know.

Wu Cuiling said, "I think he is a snake bone chain in the house. It should be a giveaway."

Huang Shanyu has a pear. "I don't know."

Wu Cuiling asked no answer in both sentences, she did not ask again, she already realized that she was not right. "Let's sleep earlier."

After Wu Cuiling left, Huang Dan stopped the movement of the pear. He continued to squat and quickly finished. He went to the bottom of the old banyan tree in front of the Li Gen house and picked up the small bandits on the ground and threw them into a house.

Not long after, Li Gen and Huang Dan met in the bushes in the west of the village. There were so many mosquitoes, and they were stunned.

Huang Shan said, "I have something to ask you."

Li Gen hugged his waist and bit his lip with his teeth. "First kiss, enough to say it."