The village wife is so beautiful

Shishi felt Qian Caixia's change and knew that she was emotional, so he slid his palm on her waist and wanted to reach into her clothes to touch her breasts.Qian Caixia suddenly opened her eyes and knocked out Stone's hand, scolding him for not counting.

"Caixia, you are so beautiful, I...I can't help it." Shishi said embarrassedly.

"You men are greedy. They squeezed their hands and wanted to touch their bodies. After touching their bodies, they wanted to go to bed." Qian Caixia chuckled.

Knowing that she was not angry, the stone became bolder again and pressed Qian Caixia behind the boulder.Qian Caixia scratched his armpit and took the opportunity to escape, standing far away looking at the stone.Shitou remembered the agreement with the old lady in the village outside, and did not go after Qian Caixia.

"When are you coming again?" Qian Caixia asked coyly.

"When will you let me come?" Stone smiled.

"I let you come every day." Qian Caixia said.

"You're not my wife, you don't have milk to eat every day," Shito said.

"Smelly stone, rotten stone, you bully me everything." Qian Caixia smiled and ran towards the village.

The stone picked up the shoulders of traders from behind the bushes and walked towards the village outside the mountain col.On this day, he went to a dozen villages. Five plates of maltose were sold out, and a lot of needles and needles were sold out. The pockets of his pants were full of coins and change notes.Stone tasted the joy of making money for the first time, and his footsteps were extremely relaxed.

When I walked to the village agreed with the old lady, it was getting late and the villagers were busy eating dinner.The stone carried the trader's burden across the stream and placed it under the big camphor tree.

The old Niangke was coming back from the ground, carrying a load of firewood on her shoulders, and smiled when she saw the stone.Stone helped the old Niangke unload the firewood, and the old Niangke said Stone was as enthusiastic as his father.Stone followed the old lady into the house. The room was dark, and several eight or nine-year-old children were fighting.Stone asked the old lady why he didn't see her man.

"My man is dead, leaving behind these children." The old lady said with a sigh, "When your father was here, he saw my poor family and often brought me some things. The children are looking forward to him, but he also died."

Stone wanted to find something delicious for the children, but the maltose was sold out.The old lady saw his thoughts and said that it was not easy to go to the village for the first time, so don't bother for the children.The stone smiled embarrassedly, and gave each of the children a five-cent coin. The children surrounded the stone and called him father, making the stone blush like coal.

"You are minded, they are crazy about Dad. Children without Dad are pitiful." Old Niangke said.

Among these children is a girl with mud all over her face, her big eyes are especially clear, she looks seven or eight years old.She stared at the stone and seemed to want to talk to him.Stone asked her name, she shook her head.The old Niangke said that she was the youngest daughter, only six years old. She hadn't named her yet, so she asked the stone to pick one.

"Call Lifeng," Shito said.

"Good name, good name, Lifeng, call Brother Shishi." The old Niangke was very happy.

Lifeng called out Brother Stone softly.Stone took a bow from the man's shoulder and put it on her head, hugged her and kissed her.

"It's dirty, put it down quickly." The old lady took Lifeng and told Shitou to stay for dinner.

Shitou said that he would prepare food at home and wait for him to return.The old Niangke did not insist, took out a package from under the bed and handed it to the stone.Stone asked her what was in it.She said she didn't know.Wrapped in layers, the stone thought there was something good, and the more I turned it over, I got more excited. When I turned it over, there was nothing but an ancient yellow book inside.He glanced at the old Niangke suspiciously.

"Stone, I really haven't touched your father's things." Old Niangke thought that Stone doubted her.

"Auntie, I don't doubt you, why does my father want you to keep such a worthless thing so well?" Shishi said.

"This package has a history..." The old Niangke told Shishi that this package was brought to her home by his father when he left the village this year.As for why his father put this package in her house, she also didn't know.

Old Niangke said that in the beginning of the spring, the weather was still cold. Just after a snowfall, Father Stone came to the village and went to a mountain village that he hadn't visited for a long time.He sold some matches and needles and threads, and suddenly remembered that there was an old man who had been with him on weekdays, and he didn't know what was going on in such a snowy day.

Your father saw the old man in the old house in the village. He was starving to death.Your father ran to the village and exchanged cloth for a bag of rice and sweet potatoes to give him.The old man was very touched and gave this package to your father, saying that he will not live long and this book cannot be lost.Your father received the old man’s package and fell over when he came back. He thought the package was unlucky, so he temporarily stored it with her.

Shitou thought this story was strange. He picked up that ancient book and turned it through. Many of the characters in it were in traditional Chinese, and they were neatly written with a brush.He took the book under his nose and sniffed it. There was a strong musty smell.

"You can read, maybe it's a baby, take it back and have a look." Old Niangke said.

Shitou thanked the old lady, put the package in the man's shoulder, before it was completely dark, speeded up his pace and walked towards Furong Bay.After so many journeys this day, the business was surprisingly good, and he forgot to eat.Stone took out Fang Guizhi and gave him a bite of his baked wheat cake. Only then did he feel that his stomach was completely empty.

When going downhill, the soles of the stone slipped, and the man and the merchandiser rolled down the ridge. Fortunately, there was a peanut field below.The dense peanut branches and leaves are like a thick carpet, and the stones are not torn apart.He straightened the trader and returned to the road, touched his pocket, and a lot of coins and change were scattered.

Stone went back to the peanut field and looked for it for a while, but didn't get a few money back. He thought about it. Anyway, the whole yuan was not lost.

As soon as this strange package arrived in his hand, he also wrestled with it. The stone felt unlucky and wanted to throw it away, but when I thought about it, it was a pity that I didn't even figure out what the book was inside.