Fragrance at night

But when the front foot entered the door, he started to shout from behind: "Ma Datou, you bastard, where did you die?"

Ma Cuihua vented all the anger that had just been suppressed in her heart on the village chief Ma Datou.

After shouting for a while, there was no sign of Ma Datou, so he disassembled the herbal medicine and put it into a medicine jar, set up a simple small stove with two bricks in the yard, and started to boil the medicine.

And the village chief Ma Datou, who had just left from the back door, watched the widow Zhang Shuhua leave from the crack of the door, and followed him out of the door.

Anyway, it was already night now, Widow Zhang was walking ahead, and the village chief Ma Datou followed sneakily behind.

Zhang Shuhua turned around and entered the door, and quickly closed the courtyard door. As soon as she entered the room and turned on the light, she heard the sound of humming a little song from outside the door.

She stood in the room and looked outside, but she didn't dare to make any movement. She said that there were many gossips in front of the widow's door. Even so, people in the village talked about her behind her back.

In order to avoid suspicion, she had no choice but to turn off the lights, draw the curtains, lie down under the quilt, and prepare to sleep.

But when he saw the village chief Ma Datou whose lights in the house had been extinguished, he felt uneasy, as if thousands of ants had burrowed into him.

So from behind the big tree where he was hiding, he picked up a small lump of soil and threw it towards the yard of Widow Zhang's house.

With a bang, it hit the window just right and wrong, and the angry Widow Zhang got out of the bed immediately, opened the door with a bang, and shouted loudly towards the outside.

"Whose dog is still barking in the middle of the night!"

After saying this, the village head, Ma Datou, was so happy that he was about to come out from behind the big tree, but who knew that the girl closed the door again in an instant.

Now the village chief, Ma Datou, is impatient, thinking about the two pieces of meat on Widow Zhang's breasts, and his heart is itching.

Anxious, he scratched his head, what should he do? !Having an idea in an instant, he picked up another lump of soil and threw it towards the window.

Widow Zhang became angry in an instant, and opened the door again. Unexpectedly, the village chief, Ma Datou, walked over with a smile while touching his bald head.

This time, before Widow Zhang Zhang Shuhua could speak, she saw a big shiny head from a distance, smelled of alcohol from a long distance, and walked towards her staggeringly.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Ma Datou, the village chief. He was wearing a light yellow shirt that was only buttoned up at the neckline, with his chest and belly exposed, and he swayed to the widow Zhang Shuhua.

Smiling, she stretched out her hand towards her shoulder, but Zhang Shuhua angrily pushed her down, and said with a slightly angry face: "I thought who it was, it turned out to be the village chief, with just this big bald head, the whole village is like that!" It’s the same as during the day, and you don’t need to turn on the lights.”

"Hey, look at what you said, Shuhua girl, well, let me go in, I'm not afraid of gossip when I stand at the door."

As he said that, the village chief Ma Datou was about to pull Zhang Shuhua away from the door and enter the house.

As soon as he got closer, Zhang Shuhua, the widow Zhang, pulled her clothes away angrily: "Village chief, you can't just enter my house empty-handed. Besides, you said that there are many gossips in front of the widow's door, so you can come into my house." The house is not as simple as having more right and wrong."

"It's already midnight. Where can I get it for you? Why don't you let me in first, and we'll talk about it another day, hehe." Ma Datou reached out and wanted to touch the shoulders of Zhang Shuhua, the widow of Zhang, who was exposed outside her clothes.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhang Shuhua, the widow Zhang, slapped him down again. This time, the village head Ma Datou was so anxious that he watched him keep hitting and smacking his mouth.

"Ma Datou, don't you feel that the color of your head has changed (shai is pronounced here three times, which means color)?"

The village chief, Ma Datou, was a little confused by Zhang Shuhua's words. He stroked his bald head and asked with a puzzled face, "What color is it?"

"Green!" As soon as the words were finished, there was a bang, and Zhang Shuhua, the widow of Zhang, had already closed the door and returned to the house.

"Little girl, wait till I don't get you out someday, damn it!" Touching his bald head and walking towards the house, Ma Datou was still muttering incessantly: "Damn it!"

At this moment, after getting the two of them away, Zhang Xiaotian retreated with a big cattail fan in his hand, sitting in the yard, staring at the moon hanging in mid-air with his eyes narrowed in a daze.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was knocked open from the outside, and a figure hurried towards him. Zhang Xiaotian, who was staring at the moon in a daze just now, was so frightened that he fell off his chair and fell to the ground. He was about to scold his mother, but when he looked up, he saw A face with pear blossoms and rain!

Frowning tightly, he got up from the ground and asked, "Xiaofeng, what's the matter? Is it my aunt's old problem again?"

The person here is none other than Ma Yufeng. Speaking of which, the name of this village is Majia Village, so 90.00% of the people who live here are surnamed Ma.

Ma Yufeng was crying like a pear blossom with rain, holding a floral shirt, and nodded. Zhang Xiaotian hurried back to the room without saying a word, picked up the green military bag on the cabinet, went outside, and pulled Ma Yufeng's hands, and walked towards her house.