I'm really just the village head

The gate made of bamboo strips was kicked open.

The mud on the strips fell straight down.

The wind caused by the kicking of the door made the small flame on the oil lamp on the canned bottle in the center of the Eight Immortals table in the hall sway, and finally went out.

The hall fell into darkness.

Liu Chunlai's conversation with the old man couldn't go on.

"Liu Chun, come, your uncle, get out and die!"

Before the two people in the room could say anything, Liu Xue's left hand was akimbo, and her right hand was holding a kitchen knife, pointing at the dark room and screaming.

Her father was in the room, invisible in the dark, and he dared not rush in and hurt her father.

"Wow~Wow~"

The big yellow dog that had just been kicked hadn't been in pain yet, and Yang Aiqun, who had come out to chase Liu Xue, stepped on his hind leg, and then kicked by Yang Aiqun, even more miserable, and ran away with his tail between.

In an instant, the big yellow dog began to doubt the dog's health.

Why are the two best women in the family so irritable?

Is it because of the rabies they often talk about?

No, it should be called madman's disease.

"My ancestors, why did you take a knife and hurt your father..."

Yang Aiqun looked at the knife in Liu Xue's hand by the faint moonlight, and did not dare to approach or mention his son, but instead told Liu Fuwang.

The girl's temper is better than anyone else.

Since he was a child, Liu Fuwang has never beaten his daughters at home, but his son has suffered a lot.

Not only that, Liu Fuwang even taught his daughters the boxing he learned in the army, so he practiced very well in the fourth year.

Since Liu Xue was in elementary school, few boys and women in the class who bullied her were not beaten and crying, and Yang Aiqun, who apologized and compensated for medical expenses, was not too few.

"Yang Aiqun, stay away! Don't think of using the money that sold me to harm Liu Chunlai! Tonight, if I kill him, I won't live anymore... Liu Chunlai, get out of here."

Liu Xueliu, who was trembling with anger, tried to fight Liu Chunlai hard.

Watching the old mother come, threatened her with a kitchen knife not to approach.

She couldn't see it inside, she didn't dare to rush in, perhaps because she was afraid of her father, or she was afraid of hurting him by accident.

"Wow..."

The big yellow dog barked outside.

Obviously, when I heard the noise, people who were outside in the shade on a hot day, watched the excitement.

"Snapped!"

In the darkness, there was a crisp applause.

"..."

silence.

"Shit~"

The match struck, and the kerosene lamp in the hall came on again.

Liu Chunlai lit the oil lamp extinguished by the door wind and looked at the mosquito corpse on his palm again, a little bit heartbroken by his blood.

These days, there is no nutrition and it is not easy to produce blood.

Liu Xue was finally able to see the room clearly, and raised the kitchen knife to rush in.

The smoking pole in Liu Fuwang's hand slammed heavily on the table, his eyes slanted, and he looked at Liu Xue with a cold snort, "I'm getting better, dare to use a knife in front of Lao Tzu!"

"Father, Yang Aiqun asked me to marry the cripple and be a stepmother to a baby 7 years younger than me. I am no longer alive, and Liu Chunlai will not even want to live!"

Liu Xue, who was holding a kitchen knife in her hand, was stared at by her father. She was struck by lightning all over, and she did not dare to go inside.

Can only question the old man in a crying voice.

"What happened to being a stepmother? The grain station is an iron rice bowl. Is it possible that you are willing to drink sweet potato leaf soup and swallow sorghum rice at home every day?"

Yang Aiqun is on fire.

The girl doesn't know well.

After marrying, the girl herself can become a grain station worker and eat public meals, and so can her son.

Two iron rice bowls.

In her opinion, being a stepmother doesn't matter, the iron rice bowl of the grain station is reliable.

Anyway, you want to marry, who is not to marry?

"Shut up! Isn't it shameful?" Liu Fuwang scolded Yang Aiqun.

Yang Aiqun was scolded by Liu Fuwang, and suddenly refused to comply.

"Liu Fuwang, the spring comes from your old Liu family. He can't marry a wife, but the incense of your old Liu family is broken! In the house, if you don't have enough food or clothing, who will marry in?"

As long as his son can leave this ghost place, Yang Aiqun doesn't care about everything else.

Since marrying Liu Fuwang, she has followed Liu Fuwang for everything without involving her son.

Liu Xue looked at the old lady and smiled with anger, and pointed at Yang Aiqun and asked, "Yang Aiqun, I am not the old Liu family?"

Liu Fuwang's face was gloomy and dripping.

Mother and daughter quarrel, dare to say anything, wishing to anger each other.

Shengsheng let people around see the joke.

How will he work as the chief secretary in the future?

"Fourth old, what's the noise? Go back and pack your things and go back to school tomorrow."

Rao is to the extent that the Fourth Sister does not wait to see the knife come to see him, Liu Chunlai also feels that he can't say anything.

Everyone in this family, except for my old lady, has a bad temper.

"Liu Chunlai, your tortoise son will not be here, crying, and mocking mice. He wants to use my gift money to go to the city, don't even think about it!"

Liu Xueyinya was about to bit her lip, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help shaking.

She wanted to hack Liu Chun to death, but the old man stared at her and didn't dare to move.

"Spring is here, snow school is only for iron rice bowl..." Yang Aiqun was anxious.

My daughter goes to school, but how can my son get a job at the grain station if his son is not admitted to college?

How many people have sharpened their heads to squeeze into the grain station as temporary workers.

After the girl married, the Guo family guaranteed that Liu Chunlai could get the official establishment, and it would be easy to pay the food at home in the future...

This child, Diaohe Lintang was flooded with water.

"Mom, when you go to college, you are a national cadre." Liu Chunlai sighed secretly, "National cadres can be compared with the scenery of the iron rice bowl of the grain station!"

Yang Aiqun looked at his son and wanted to cry.

My son was really overwhelmed by the water.

"Liu Chunlai, what life did the second sister and the third child have? It sounds beautiful, but it's actually not as good as a pig and dog! The third child has only been married for a few days? He has been beaten and injured several times. Why is he hunched and arrogant? Because his father belongs to the supply and marketing agency? It was not for you. Mom asked the other party for 200 yuan as a gift! Your 200 yuan was spent comfortably and comfortably? Sell your sister’s money!"

Liu Xue roared.

I can't bear the grievance, anyway, I'm going to jump into the river Lintang in a moment.

It's not that she didn't want to wipe her neck with a kitchen knife in her hand, but Liu Xue was afraid of pain and blood. What if the blood made Dad think of the tragic battlefield again?

The old man Liu Fuwang was busy all day long to toss the whole village out of poverty. He went out before dawn and went home to eat and sleep in dark. The big and small things at home were handled by his mother Yang Aiqun.

Yang Aiqun had only sons in his eyes.

Since childhood, Liu Chunlai, with the worst grades among the four sisters, did nothing after school. During collective production, the three sisters not only had to earn work points after school, but also had to do housework and hog grass everywhere...

The second sister, Liu Xiaqing, married the youngest son of the armed minister of the Linjiang Commune next door and received a gift of 150 yuan. Except for the two beds, there was no dowry. When she arrived at her husband's house, Liu Xiaqing couldn't lift it up.

In order to make up for Liu Chunlai’s review and living expenses, the third sister was married to the hump-backed son of the supply and marketing agency of the Qingshan Commune next door. That bastard, who looks ugly, always suspects that the beautiful Liu Qiuju is stealing, so he beats him after drinking. ...

"Shut up! I tore your mouth..."

Yang Aiqun was trembling with anger when he was poked in front of her spine by her daughter, and was about to pounce on her to tear her mouth.

Liu Chunlai didn't think that Liu Xue had fabricated it. Hearing these words, he wished to kill herself.

It's all the evil of this bastard.

"Mom, don't get upset!" Liu Chun came to see the old lady rushing towards Liu Xue who had a knife in her hand, and quickly grabbed her.

Seeing that his father didn't say a word, Liu Xue was still scolding and shaking these things out.

The big yellow dog ran to the yard and barked harder.

Liu Chunlai turned his head and glanced at his father, holding his old mother in both hands, threatening Liu Xue, "Fourth, if you don't want to go to college, continue to cause trouble."

"Liu Chun, your turtle son should not be a good person here. In front of your parents, you are talking about it, except for drinking and playing cards with the second-rate people in the city every day, and reading a book for a day..."

"I knew it, Lao Tzu directly dragged you to Maokeng..."

When Yang Aiqun saw her daughter say this, even though she was held by her son, she struggled to rush towards Liu Xue.

He was afraid that Liu Fuwang would know that his son was not doing business in the city these years.

Liu Fuwang had been smoking, he didn't even raise his eyes to take a look outside, but his face became more and more gloomy.

Yang Aiqun, who knew the old man's temper, was even more anxious.

"Mom, the fourth child is right. I was really not a thing before. The jump in the river made me sober. I can't harm the second and third sisters, and the fourth one..."

Liu Chunlai hurriedly caressed her old mother's bone-filled back to give her comfort.

He couldn't criticize the old lady's thoughts, because he was a good person.

Just because he is a son!

Liu Fuwang still didn't move, he still chirped his Ye Ziyan.

"Liu Chunlai, you really don't read it?"

Liu Xue didn't believe it.

Since childhood, she knew Liu Chunlai too well.

Before at school, in order not to expose himself, Liu Xue could extort money from Liu Chunlai every three weeks. The feud between the two brothers and sisters had long been deep.

"Put the chopper back on the chopping board and you will go to school tomorrow."

Liu Fuwang's words made Liu Xue incredible.

Dad’s words are authority.

Finally, a family of four sat at the Eight Immortals table.

Liu Xue kept looking in Liu Chunlai and Liu Fuwang back and forth.

Like a dream, she was afraid of waking up from the dream.

Liu Fuwang rolled the leaf smoke again and stuffed it into the copper smoke pot. Liu Xue picked up the matchbox and was about to draw out a match to light his father.

"Are you an old wealthy landlord? A box of matches costs two cents! An egg only sells for five cents!"

Yang Aiqun was very upset.

She hoped that Liu Fuwang would take his life back, and it was almost the same for her son to go to the university to review.

Liu Fuwang directly put the smoke pot on the flame of the kerosene lamp.

Had a sip, the flame on the oil lamp jumped and the light in the room dimmed.

Liu Fuwang's face was even more hideous in the light of the fire.

"Spring is here, if you don't take the exam, it will be more difficult to have a kiss in the future, our brigade..." Yang Aiqun said while wiping tears, "The family still owes more than 1,000 loans, and the Zhang family hired fifty yuan. Money, it cost you more than ten yuan to treat your illness, how will you let me live in the future..."

Liu Xue's eyes made Liu Chunlai uncomfortable.

The cry of my old mother made him more uncomfortable.

If Liu Fuwang doesn't let his son review, Yang Aiqun can still make trouble, but his son can't read it.

"Mom, I discussed with my dad just now that the money hired by the Guo family will be returned to them tomorrow and retired. I will find a way for the fourth child's tuition and living expenses..."

Liu Xue looked at Liu Chunlai coldly, and didn't believe it at all.

"Mom, sell one pig in the pen first."

Liu Chunlai's words immediately made Yang Aiqun jump up, "The pigs in the pen just opened up, and they haven't gotten fat yet. Now they are selling thanks to..."

"The second year of high school was already tense, and if it was delayed, the fourth child could not keep up. Tomorrow the fourth child will go back to school first..." Liu Chunlai said again.

Two-year high schools, this year is the last batch.

Liu Xue belongs to a three-year high school. She is only in her second year of high school. After the college entrance examination in July this year, she will be in her third year of high school.

"A girl who goes to college also makes other people's homes cheaper, the head of the house..."

In Yang Aiqun's view, the girl who married is the water poured out.

When Liu Xue goes to college, the cheapest is someone else's.

If her son were to marry a college student daughter-in-law, it would be almost the same.

Liu Xue didn't expect Liu Chun to be true, and she also knew that my old lady followed Liu Chun in everything, and many times she dared to challenge her father because of Liu Chunlai.

Liu Xue also doesn't want to sell pigs now. The pigs are not fat, which is not worthwhile.

But there is nothing to sell at home.

She wants to go to school.

Take college entrance exams.

Go out and leave this poor, backward and feudal place.

"No! Whoever sells my pigs, who am I desperately!"

If the son needs it, sell pigs, no problem.

It’s okay for my son to sell pigs.

My son sells pigs for his daughter’s college entrance examination, no way!

Yang Aiqun's attitude is very firm.

Liu Xue trembled with anger, just looking at his father, tears rolling in his eyes, gritting his teeth and not speaking.

Liu Chunlai also looked at Dad.

Dad has one vote and one veto right.