Early the next morning, while Yang Ruoqing was still sleeping, Yang Huazhong and Sun began to distribute gifts door to door. Although Yang Ruoqing went with them, Sun still prepared the gifts for the Luo family.
"Your mother is so polite and considerate. She prepared gifts for me, your uncle, and your mother-in-law. This trip cost a lot of money."
What Wang Cuilian got was a very practical sewing box with a wide range of fabrics and a complete range of fabrics. It was many times better than what she usually bought from the salesman at the door.
For a housewife, this heavy sewing box with several layers was equivalent to a treasure chest, which immediately made Wang Cuilian feel extremely rich.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "My mother said that when she went out, many people at home were tired from the chores. Even though they were all real relatives of the family, she still felt bad if she didn't buy some gifts. I knew her temperament, so I didn't stop her. "
Because Mrs. Sun will go to Xiaojie's house in the town with Mrs. Sun after breakfast, and Xiaojie's father will drive the carriage to send the sisters there.
After a long lunch, Mrs. Sun would stay. Since there were only Mrs. Sun and Xiaojie's father on the way back, it was a bit embarrassing, so they called Lao Sun's head.
Firstly, it was to resolve the embarrassment of being alone with the brother-in-law and sister-in-law, and secondly, he took Lao Suntou to visit his granddaughter-in-law's house to change his appetite.
Since Mrs. Sun passed away, Old Sun's vitality has not been as good as before. Fortunately, Xiaojie and Dajie have had children one after another in the past two years.
With the birth of Shunzi, Yan'er and Xiao Shunzi one after another, the arrival of Zanxin's little life diluted the old man's sadness of missing his wife. In addition, with the daily companionship and care of his daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter, the old Suntou gradually recovered from the bottom. When I came out, I heard that I was visiting my granddaughter's house in the town. The old grandson who was feeding pigs in the pigsty immediately went back to the house without saying a word, changed himself into clean clothes, and took a ladle of water from a basin. , squatting at the door of the house to take care of his beard.
The eldest Sun was so happy when he saw this, he joked with the old Sun Touna: "Dad, with your beard trimmed, you are more energetic than your sons-in-law. Are you not afraid of going to town later to attract the attention of the old ladies? "
Mrs. Sun gently twisted Mrs. Sun's arm from the side, "Sister, you are just joking."
Old Sun squatted there and raised his head to glare at Mrs. Sun. He wiped his face and said, "You are not serious. It would be terrible for your mother to hear what you said. I have sworn to her all my life." Yes, from the beginning to the end, don’t ruin my reputation by talking nonsense!”
"Hahaha..." Mrs. Sun laughed until her stomach hurt.
Sun also shook his head helplessly.
Lao Suntou looked at his daughter, who was over forty years old, and laughed so hard that she had a headache.
Just as he finished taking care of her, he winked at Mrs. Sun and told her to step aside, then picked up the water from the basin and poured it at Mrs. Sun's feet...
Suddenly, the yard was filled with the sound of Mrs. Sun's jumping feet and exclaimed, "Oh dad, you are so mean. I just started talking, but it's better to do it right away..."
"What? Only your state officials are allowed to set fires and my people are not allowed to light lamps? You are the one who poured the water on me. I asked you to make fun of me, no matter how big or small..."
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Because Mrs. Sun went to town and could not come back until the afternoon.
Sending gifts to relatives to express gratitude has to be done in the morning, so Yang Huazhong stayed at home and took on the important task.
But Yang Huazhong is a man after all. Faced with a dazzling array of gifts, even though Mrs. Sun carefully told which ones were for which families before leaving, as soon as Ms. Sun turned her back, Yang Huazhong's head suddenly became a blur when facing these gifts. Pot slurry.
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Hulan City.
Wa City.
A crowded street...
The tall, majestic and strong horse raised its hooves and tightened the muscles in its legs, looking very powerful.
The people around were all wide-eyed, waiting for what would happen next.
The momentary reaction showed the difference between the grassland people and the Daqi people.
If you were in Daqi, most people would be so scared that they would close their eyes and instinctively not dare to look.
But most of the prairie people in the prairie city looked at it with wide eyes at this moment. Even if it was very likely that a horse would kick the little girl to death, they were not afraid.
After all, the grassland people are much more brutal and bloody than the Daqi people.
"call!"
The horse's nostrils were breathing, and the man sitting on it had a sinister smile on his face. His body rose and fell with the horse's body, showing his excellent riding skills.
He already seemed to see what was going to happen next moment.
He liked to see the scene of blood spraying, especially the scene of a pretty little girl whose head exploded on the spot and blood spurted out wildly. That scene was enough to make his heart surge.
But the next moment, the monk who was standing on the side moved. He jumped up, grabbed the little girl with one hand, and made a fist with the other hand. In an instant, he accurately hit the horse's neck. .
The strong horse neighed, let out a wail, and fell sideways.
In this brief moment, the man rolled, his palms rested on the ground, and he rolled several times before he stabilized his body.
However, his horse had fallen to the ground, blood was pouring from its nostrils and mouth, his body was twitching, and he could not see anything alive.
"Young Master, how are you?"
The four guards screamed in horror and rushed in front of the man, protecting him from all sides.
"Okay, this guy is awesome."
"Strong enough to kill a galloping horse with one punch."
"Where did he come from? He doesn't look like a local. His clothes are weird."
"He is a monk and a Buddhist. My relatives outside the city also believe in this."
"That should be the rumored master who can communicate with the gods."
Originally, most of the residents did not know the monks and did not know what a monk was. However, some people had connections outside the city and recognized the identity of Master Qiku. How long did it take for the identity of Master Qiku to be spread?
Prairie people have some respect for those who have a relationship with the gods, no matter what religion they are.
At the same time, prairie people also worship power.
Master Qiku killed a horse with one punch, which showed his power. At the same time, he can communicate with the gods, which is amazing. The general public is in awe of such extraordinary people, and they look at Master Qiku with awe. It’s different.
"What are you looking at? Young Master Muhua always stays out of the way when doing things."
One of the guards pulled out a knife and shouted.
"Where is the City Guard? Call the City Guard quickly." Young Master Muhua gritted his teeth, with a cold look in his eyes.
At this moment, his anger had burned to the extreme.
How long has it been since he saw someone who dared to disobey him face to face? A mere civilian should stick out his neck and let him kill him.
Still dare to resist?
This is outrageous.
Young Master Muhua immediately asked one of the guards to take the token to call the city guards.
