Fragrance at night

Widow Zhang saw his flustered appearance when he went out, and the village chief Ma Datou's roar as if he was going to kill someone, she guessed that there must be something wrong, so she put the rolling pin at the door and walked out.

Zhang Xiaotian ran all the way back home, only to see the village chief Ma's bald head so angry that he wished he could turn into a signal light. When he saw him, he grabbed his neck and began to curse.

"Zhang Xiaotian, I'm telling you, if there's something wrong with my daughter, I'll beat you to death!"

"If you kill me, village chief, then Xiaomei will really be finished." Zhang Xiaotian didn't panic at all, he said calmly, and the village chief Ma Datou immediately let go of his neck collar.

"Then hurry up and let me take a look." The village chief Ma Datou said in a grumpy manner, as if he wished he could swallow Zhang Xiaotian alive.

Who knew that Zhang Xiaotian straightened his collar, looked up and down the village head Ma Datou, sat down on the door frame, took out his cigarette and smoked, and did not leave.

Seeing Zhang Xiaotian's posture, he rushed over in a few steps, raised his arms, and was about to slap him twice.

"Ma Datou, what do you want to do!" Following a woman's roar, a figure was seen, with open arms like an old hen protecting a calf, quickly blocking Zhang Xiaotian.

The village head, Ma Datou, froze in place for an instant. He was so anxious that he couldn't stop the car. Seeing Widow Zhang and Zhang Shuhua protecting Zhang Xiaotian like an old hen at this moment, and thinking of how he had been shut down by Widow Zhang just now, he was even more angry. Call one.

But the grapes that can't be eaten are sour, and the girls who don't get the quilt are always the most extravagant.

At first I wanted to lose my temper, but on second thought, suppressing my anger, I stared at Widow Zhang with a smile and asked, "Sister Shuhua, what are you doing?"

At this moment, there were already villagers in twos and threes, listening to the voice, surrounding them, wanting to carry forward the fine tradition of my Great China, which likes to join in the fun.

Who knew that seeing the posture of the three of them, people who didn't know started talking in twos and threes.

"See, this girl is a disaster. It's not that the village head and Xiaotian are fighting over this widow."

"Isn't that right, Xiaotian is such a good boy, why did he get hurt by this bitch?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know, my brother Xiaotian is not that kind of person."

The last sentence, you don’t need to think about it to know that Ma Yufeng said it. After the little girl returned home and opened the herbal medicine, she found that the single-layer paper wrapped it was herbal medicine, but the double-layered paper wrapped it turned out to be rice and flour!

When she saw it, she felt indescribably touched, and at the same time, it was very unpleasant. According to what Zhang Xiaotian said, after feeding the medicine and porridge to grandma, she heard the sound of quarreling in the village, and said by name. It was Zhang Xiaotian.

As soon as the old lady Ma heard this, she began to urge Ma Yufeng to come out to see what was going on.

No, when I first came out, I heard other villagers talking in twos and threes.

The widow Zhang Shuhua was a little speechless when the village head said it.

Ma Datou relied on himself as the village head, and since the emperor lived far away from the mountains, he became a local tyrant. He usually harmed many women in the village, and many people dared not speak out.

At this time, the village chief Ma Datou rolled up his arms and sleeves aggressively again and said, "Widow Zhang, isn't it that this little bastard is comfortable serving you and feels sorry for your little lover?"

As soon as the words came out, they immediately gathered around, and the girls who usually had no good impression of Widow Zhang began to point and point, and the widow Zhang Shuhua blushed in anger, "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you" Did not say it.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian, who was sitting on the door frame, patted his buttocks and stood up, pulled back Zhang Shuhua, the widow, and pointed at the nose of the village head, Ma Datou.

"Sister-in-law, this matter has nothing to do with you, Ma Datou, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid. If you don't want Xiaomei, if you have the ability, come to me today and beat me to death!"

In an instant, the face of the village head, Ma Datou, changed. If something happened to Xiaomei, the mad dog-like woman at home would never let her go, but now she has been forced to beat her.

Just when he was thinking about what to do, how to find a step for himself, Zhang Xiaotian smiled again: "Of course, I believe that the village chief will not beat me, everyone knows that our village chief is majestic here, The village chief was just playing with us, I was right, uncle village chief."

The village chief Ma Datou who said this is even more of a quarrel, Zhang Xiaotian is too good at being a man, just now he pointed his nose and scolded himself, and now he is given a step down, this account will be kept in mind first, and will be settled slowly in the future .

So he laughed, but in his heart he wished to eat Zhang Xiaotian's meat and peel off his skin, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, I was just joking with everyone just now, or Xiaotian has seen it."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go see what's going on with my sister Xiaomei." Looking at the village head Ma Datou looking shriveled, Zhang Xiaotian, holding back a smile, walked towards the village head's house.

The people who watched the excitement wanted to watch a big excitement, but when they saw that it was not interesting, they rushed away, ready to go home and lie down under the covers.

Ma Yufeng, who was left standing under the big willow, looked at his figure, and felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. Could it be that her brother Xiaotian really slept with Widow Zhang long ago?Is a big girl with yellow flowers not as good as a widow?

Standing at the gate of Zhang Xiaotian's house, Zhang Shuhua, the widow Zhang, stared at Zhang Xiaotian's magnified back under the moonlight, a throbbing that had never been felt before, and a sense of security that was never before being protected by a man. Once, I felt that Zhang Xiaotian was a man I could rely on, but I didn't know if I would despise myself as a widow...