Using power for sex

Folk stories are one of the important categories in folk literature. I will bring you an article about using power for sex in the collection of stories. Come and take a look

In addition to her withered and yellow face, Widow Li also In other aspects, she is quite pretty, with almond-shaped eyes, willow eyebrows, narrow shoulders, and a slender waist. And Bai Dajia not only looks like a donkey, but also smells of cigarette smoke, sweat, body odor, and foot odor intertwined with each other.

When the women went to stamp the stamps, they secretly held their breath, or tied their headscarves over their mouths and nostrils, leaving only their eyes exposed. After stamping, they ran out of the door like the wind.

In people's eyes, even an eighty-year-old woman would not be moved by Bai Dajia.

When they were blocked, the captain found out that both of them had good attitudes. Widow Li confessed:

She was the one who chased Captain Bai and searched for him three times. The first two times, Captain Bai said no, no, no, that’s not okay.

In the third chapter, Captain Bai asked what would happen if someone discovered him? Widow Li said that she is very narrow-minded. If you don’t tell me, I won’t tell you. I can’t tell.

Bai Dajia also admitted: Every time he pulled out the guy, he would give Widow Li an extra work-point stamp.

The captain sighed and said, all the bad things happened because of this knot. Bai Dajia was a little confused for a moment. He didn't know whether the pimple mentioned by the captain was the pimple caused by his work score, or the pimple caused by his own trouble.

The captain scratched his head and pondered for a long time, and then said, this matter can be trivial or serious. It can undermine socialism, undermine the socialist road, or be counter-revolutionary. You can call it whatever you want. Either one is enough for squatting on a fence. No matter who asks, you must bite him to death, and there is no such thing as getting more work points. It was I who let you settle down and become the women's captain!

The two of them nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

The captain reported to the brigade: After review, Bai Dajia and Widow Li had an affair with men and women. It's absolutely true, it's ironclad.

The brigade decided to hold their criticism meeting.

After dinner, in the production team compound, on the fighting platform made up of two carriages, it was as bright as day, making the adulterer's face glow red. Bai Dajia, *** a stinky blind person, dare to engage in corruption?

Even if a toad eats swan meat, you don’t take a picture of it with a piece of bean cake!

Widow Li, you little goblin, how big is the guy with the white armor? That is, if the rich water does not flow to outsiders, who can it be given to? Does he have a gold hammer or a silver hammer?

That is, his pimple can bleed gold and silver?

You can’t just criticize and fight like this, you have to hang your shoes. Yes, hang up your broken shoes!

After a while of shouting, someone actually found two pairs of rag shoes, tore holes in the uppers, tied them with ropes, and hung a pair around Bai Dajia's neck, and a pair around Widow Li's neck.

Both Bai Dajia and Widow Li took the risk, and no one cared about whether it was profound or not. The audience called for them to tell the details, tell them what happened, what kind of flower stand they were pulling, and what they tasted. What a taste. They said it once, and the audience shouted again, "No, don't say it in detail, say it again."

As it continued into the second half of the night, people gradually became tired and sleepy. The captain took the opportunity and said, "Let's break up. We still have to work at dawn." The two people collapsed on the stage.

The next day was a parade. The broken shoes were still hanging around their necks, wandering leisurely through the seven production teams of the entire brigade. Bai Dajia was paralyzed for two days. Widow Li jumped into a well and was rescued by her neighbors. She almost died.

The militia platoon leader said she was resisting reform. The captain said you should accumulate some evil virtue!

The captain asked his wife to persuade Widow Li, saying that she had to take care of the children and accept her fate.

One day, the captain asked Bai Dajia to pick up his luggage and take him to Widow Li's house. Of course, the women team leader had to be dispensed with, and was given two large wooden buckets to go to each house to collect excrement. Twenty loads a day.

Less than half a year after Bai Dajia knocked on the door, Widow Li’s stomach became bulging day by day, and she often retched. People say that Bai Dajia is quite accurate. But within a month, Widow Li’s belly swelled into a big ball and looked like it would burst at any time. When she went to the town hospital, the doctor said she had cirrhosis of the liver and she had ascites, so she should go home and wait.

Within three months, Widow Li really ran away. Before leaving, he held on to Bai Dajia tightly and said with a choked voice: I only followed you for the sake of my children. I'm so sorry. You have to help me pull them up, otherwise my ghost will not spare you!

Bai Dajia nodded on the spot. After sending Widow Li, he felt aggrieved. It was this woman who made him lose his official position and lose his face. In the end, she kicked off her legs and realized that she was fine. She still had to raise three children.

Hi - this is life!

Bai Dajia took care of providing food, clothing, and education for the three children through elementary school and middle school.

Unfortunately, children’s reading is mediocre. They were not close to Bai Dajia either, and after more than ten years they both called each other home.

The land has been distributed to each household. There are only a dozen acres of land, which is not enough for one person to make a living. The son always takes his daughter-in-law to the fields, and Bai Dajia can't reach out, which makes her look superfluous and awkward.

One day, Bai Dajia said to his son: Let me go out and find some work. My son said it’s okay, but don’t go too far away from home. The daughter-in-law interrupted and said: The family does not lack the little money you earn.

If you really can't live without a job, then try to find something free, even if you earn less.

Bai Dajia is fifty-six years old this year and is an old man.

There are many fish farming contractors nearby. Thanks to the Songhua River, the water source is sufficient and the price of fish is high, which makes a lot of money. Most fish farmers hire one or two fishermen to help feed the fish, row the boats, and cook, which is not too tiring.

Lao Baitou worked in two companies one after another, but neither lasted long.

The first employer thought he was dirty and ugly. There are often people fishing and playing in the fish pond, all of them are respectable people. During the meal, the employer was very embarrassed and asked the old man to eat with him. That was not good. If you invite him to eat with you, the guests will definitely not be able to eat well, which is equivalent to ruining your own business.

The second employer thought that he was holding a pipe in his mouth all day and wasted his work. The employer calculated an account and found that the old man smoked at least more than 20 packs of cigarettes every day, and he smoked one pack of cigarettes for seven to eight minutes. This is equivalent to wasting more than three hours, and only seven or eight hours of work a day.

The old man smokes too often. It's still dry tobacco, and the pipe is used, which often makes the employer choked with snot and tears.

The third job that Old Baitou found was to take care of a fishing net. It was an iron net supported in the water by many wooden stakes. This fish farmer has a large-scale operation, and it is agreed to employ him year-round.

In summer, it rains upstream, and the rainwater is discharged through this fishing net. Old Baitou was sitting on the bow of the boat, using an iron brush to clean away the firewood, leaves and other debris accumulated on the fishing net to keep the water flowing smoothly. When the rainfall is extremely heavy, the shopkeeper will come and work with him.

Once the rainy season is over, Lao Baitou has his free time, guarding a fish house, cooking and eating by himself. Rice, noodles, oil, salt and vegetables are all delivered by the shopkeeper on a motorcycle. Delivered every three to five days, very timely. Sometimes they also bring some ribs, dog meat, and eggs. There is a constant supply of wine, one bank (plastic bucket) after another, but no cigarettes are given. The cigarettes were given to me by Lao Baitou's son or daughter-in-law, and they were home-grown toad-head cigarettes.

Lao Baitou also smoked the fine pack of cigarettes given by the shopkeeper, but no, it was not strong enough! It was like farts floating in the mouth, with no taste, and it was all gone after one stick, which made the old man feel quite shortchanged.

And the filter on each cigarette is obviously a lie!

The person who bought the fireworks paid for the entire package. If you calculate it, you will be defrauded of at least a quarter of it.

Lao Baitou mentioned this idea, and the shopkeeper Yile said that there were more losses than this.

If the son comes to deliver something, he can eat in the fish house and stay as long as he wants. But the daughter-in-law cannot do that. Every time she comes, not only can she not eat, she can't even enter the fish house. I can stand on the dam opposite and shout "Lao Baitou".

At this time, the old man could only go over and talk to her, and then take back the things she sent.

This is the shopkeeper's request. The shopkeeper is very taboo about women coming to the fish house, saying that it will offend the God of Wealth and affect the financial path.

The days when the son or daughter-in-law give away cigarettes and clothes are actually days when the old man spends money. They took all the wages offered and kept nothing.

In front of his son or daughter-in-law, Lao Baitou is happy to hand over all his wages to them. Because there is food and accommodation here, you don’t have to spend a penny. I have a headache and a fever, so the shopkeeper usually prepares mosquito bites, diarrhea and dysentery tablets, and spiramycin tablets.

Every time, after his son or daughter-in-law took away his wages, the old man would feel a sense of discomfort, sourness, and irritation in his heart. He just cursed casually and said, "I'll take everything the dog beats!"

The shopkeeper didn’t know that Lao Baitou’s son was not his biological son. Hearing this scolding, he clapped his hands with joy and repeated it while having fun. It’s like a dog beating him, a dog beating him up...

Old Whitehead will also show his teeth in joy. But it’s not great happiness, it’s the kind of happiness that makes people unable to describe it.

Despite the scolding, when it comes to expenses next month, Lao Baitou will still hand over all his wages to his son and daughter-in-law.

Lao Baitou is very satisfied with this job and feels at ease.

Every day, Lao Baitou gets up in front of the sun.

The first thing is to put the cigarette bag in your mouth, go out and walk along the pond.

My ears were filled with the calls of waterbirds, and I couldn’t hear them all.

The dew on the weeds was very strong, and soon it was wet. My shoes are wet, my pants are wet, my waist is also wet, and I feel cool to the core.

After a while, the sun showed its face, and the face was brightly red. The old man took a long puff of cigarette, flattened the pipe, looked at the red color in the pot, and looked at the sun's face, the same color (sai Sound), it’s another fine day.

The old man smoked out the pack of cigarettes, pinned the pack on his belt, bent down, held dew on the grass blades with both hands and washed his face. He usually looks for a bunch of broad-leaf weeds, where there is a lot of dew, and he can pick up handfuls of them. I washed a few handfuls, waved my hands, and turned around, taking out the ashes, lighting firewood, and making breakfast.

The daylight is getting brighter, and the water birds are busy foraging and playing, and their calls are weakened.

There is no wind, and the endless reeds and cattails are still green.

Old Baitou squatted by the water in front of the fish house, with a pipe in his mouth and his eyes staring at the river water flowing through the fish net, slowly, not impatiently, and methodically.

Occasionally, a grass carp will jump out of the water, rush straight into the blade of a water plant, and bite off half of the grass blade in one swish.

At this time, the old man was often distracted with his pipe in his mouth. My thoughts drifted back to my childhood, thinking of the bald mountain cuckoos in my hometown, the thousands of trees growing there, and the graves of my parents buried at the foot of the village.

For many years, I have been thinking about going back to add to my parents’ graves, burn some paper money, and take a look at some of my relatives and friends who are still alive.

When I think that I haven’t managed to do well in all these years, I feel discouraged again.

What I think about most is what happened after I fled the country and settled here. At that time, I was full of strength and was trusted by the captain. The party ticket is almost filled up, but I am so obsessed with it that I provoke women...

Women are good or bad, so if you can hide them, you should try to hide them as much as possible, there is no harm in it.

Old Baitou loved to see the boat on the water. He found it very interesting. Tie a rope at this end of the boat and a rope at the other end of the boat. In this way, if you stand on the boat, you can pull it to the other shore, and you can pull it back to this shore again.

The shopkeeper is really smart. He can figure out such a good way, which is much less labor-intensive than paddling back and forth with an oar.

Once we got to the other side, we walked for more than a hundred steps, and there was a wide dam. We could ride motorcycles or drive fishmonger’s cars on it, and it was connected to villages and towns, but they were quite far away. They are all more than ten miles away. After returning to this shore and walking twenty steps, you will find the fish house where Old Baitou lives. The old man took out the firewood ashes from the stove every day, swept the kang, and the garbage for cooking. He picked it up with a large shovel, threw it up casually, and fell into the slowly flowing water, drifting away cleanly. net.

What is more convenient is to wash clothes. You don’t even need a basin. You can squat by the water and rub it, then twist it and shake it. Then just put it on the wooden stake holding the fishing net, and it will be done in a matter of hours. It was transparent;

After dinner, Lao Baitou also walked on the dam, but there was no dew and his shoes did not get wet. There are mosquitoes and flies, buzzing, drowning out the sounds of water birds. The old white man has a thick scalp, is resistant to bites, and holds a pipe in his mouth, so he is not afraid of them.

When the sun sets, Lao Baitou will also take a long puff of cigarette, look at the smoke pot, and then look at the sunset, it is still red, tomorrow will be a good day. Satisfied, he went back to the house, spread out the quilt, and slept.

The shopkeeper is very kind to Lao Baitou. He usually leaves him a hanging net. If he wants to eat fish, he can hang it in the pond. During holidays, he buys seasonal cakes and fruits early. For example, during the May Festival, rice dumplings and boiled eggs were given; on the August Festival, watermelons, grapes and moon cakes were given; during the New Year, rice cakes, dumplings, pork, chickens and an additional 200 yuan were given. It's a reward, not wages.

Lao Baitou felt that his job was somewhat independent.

Lao Baitou believes that the shopkeeper is a good person, especially for himself, from the bottom of his heart. I made up my mind to keep working here until I die.

Old Baitou never had any selfish thoughts, such as secretly selling some fish or a cart of reeds. After the ice froze in winter, he would hire people to cut the reeds, and pile up many reed stacks in the fish pond. There are often families from ten miles and eight villages driving their cars and buying them to build houses, chicken coops, pig pens, and cow and horse sheds. The selling method is to calculate the price by the bundle, which is 2 cents or 2 cents per bundle, or higher or lower. Basically, Lao Baitou sets the price and collects the money.

The shopkeeper doesn’t come often. During the snow season, motorcycles are difficult to ride. They often jump and slip, often breaking rearview mirrors and tire guards. After falling, my legs and feet were bruised and bruised.

The shopkeeper didn’t come, and the old man didn’t sit down (fool, deceive) him.

When the shopkeeper arrived in ten days or half a month, the old man unpacked his luggage and took out the money one by one. Each roll of money contains hundred-yuan notes, fifty-yuan notes, ten-yuan notes, and one-yuan notes. One roll is the price of selling a cart of reeds. The number of rolls indicates how many carts of reeds have been sold in these days.

After the old man took out the money, the shopkeeper piled it beside him without checking it. Sitting cross-legged on the fire bed, chatting and eating with the old man, saying something here and there, laughing and joking. Sometimes, he would lie on Lao Baitou's luggage and chat, and while he was chatting, he would start snoring.

Old Baitou thought, the shopkeeper played cards again last night. He was a great card player and was famous for dozens of miles around. Old Baitou has heard of it a long time ago.

One day, the shopkeeper came with a chicken and said that he would stew it for two bites.

Old Baitou doesn’t have the ability to drink. He can drink a little or not. He’s not addicted.

The shopkeeper was very excited, and the old man was also a little dizzy. While sleeping, the cigarette bag fell on the luggage and caught fire, and the kang mat and ceiling also caught fire.

Fortunately, the old man woke up in time and only burned his hair, eyebrows and beard. My face and ears were burned in a few places, but nothing serious.

The whole fish house burned down. Old Baitou's clothes, bedding and tobacco pouch all turned into ashes.

Old Baitou thought he had gotten into a big trouble. The shopkeeper will definitely fire him, and at least pay a fine and compensate him.

The shopkeeper looked at the remaining room and kept saying it was a good sign, a good sign, good luck!

I happily spent money on bricks, tiles and wood, hired people, and rebuilt the fish house, which cost a lot of money. Because it is winter, you have to boil hot water to make mud, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

After the house was built, the shopkeeper went to the town and bought half a car of clothes, bedding, pots and pans. The shopkeeper also took out a copper pipe from his pocket and said that this guy could resist fever.

Old Baitou felt hot in his heart and squeezed out two tears. I gritted my teeth in my heart and decided to be extra careful in the future so as not to get into trouble again.

The second day of the second lunar month is the day when the dragon raises its head.

What exactly does the dragon raising its head mean? Does it mean that the weather is getting warmer, the earth's atmosphere is rising, or is there some other sign? The old man doesn’t understand either, he only hears the older people saying this. ．

Old Baitou only knows that once this season is over, the day when the ice and snow will melt is not far away, and this happens every year.

But the weather is still very cold in this season, and sometimes it snows, very heavily. It's just that the wind, snow, and cold at this time always give people a floating feeling, not as heavy and solid as in Sanjiutian.

It was midnight when the fool opened the door of Old Baitou's room and got in.

The wind was blowing outside, and the snow was hitting the windows. Old Baitou didn't hear anyone coming in at all.

Lao Baitou was single when he was young. When he was the women's captain, he lived in the production team's watch room and did not have the habit of hanging the door. When showing the fish pond to others, one should not hang it on the door, lest people suspect that one is asleep at night and not keeping watch.

Besides, in the wilderness, no one comes, and I have no money or property, so there is no need to hang the door.

When the fool got under the quilt, the old man was really startled and shouted, "Who, who?"

Idiots say warm, cold, warm--when he heard the woman's voice, the old white-headed boy jumped off the kang and ran out of the house as neatly as the young man.

Lao Baitou does not take off his clothes when sleeping. It was like this when I lived in the production team, and it is even more like this now when I look at the fish pond, so that I can get up and go out at any time if there is any noise outside.

This has become a habit. Just like him who likes to smoke, is timid when seeing women, and doesn't wash his clothes often... it's all a habit.

The old man ran for a while and then stopped, his heartbeat calming down a bit. He felt that the hollows of his shoes were wet and quite cold. He bent down to tie his shoelaces, and a wisp of cold wind took the opportunity to get into his back. He shivered and hurriedly closed his coat. I stood up and looked back at the fish house. I saw a dark shadow, like a ghost. It felt colder and colder every moment, and the old man thought of going to Lin Baldzi's place. Lin Tuzi worked for a family named Wang, and he also looked at the fish house, which was more than two miles away from Lao Baitou. The old man knocked on the door and received a lot of vicious curses. Baldy Lin's door was hung, and Lao Baitou waited for a long time. The candle was lit, and then he took his time getting dressed.

This is what Old Baitou saw through the window. The window glass was covered with frost, and he looked into the house dimly.

Lin Baldy has a hairless head, but he is less than forty years old. Let the old man enter the house, but he won't let him go. Lao Duzi, this late at night, I thought there was a ghost!

The old man covered his ears and hissed, "burn the stove, burn the stove."

Bald Lin was very reluctant, cursed, grabbed some cattail sticks, stuffed them into the furnace, and lit them. After a while, the heat hit his face, and the frost and snow on the windows began to melt, turning from white to black.

Old Baldhead felt warm, so he asked Bald Lin for a cigarette.

Bald Lin said that you want a child from your sister-in-law, where can I smoke? I have a hookah, but I can’t give it to you. I have to keep it for Widow Zhang. Bald Lin said this not entirely as a joke. He is a bachelor; he loves sleeping with women. After paying her monthly salary, she would go to the surrounding villages to find widows. Today she would be a widow, and tomorrow she would be a widow. Some are older and some are very young. When I go there, I naturally want to buy some delicious food and drinks; when I come back, I have to leave dozens of yuan for people to sleep on. Therefore, Bald Lin has been unable to save money. The old man was really addicted, so he asked if he had any wine. Yes, I just installed a bank. Lin Baldzi was very open-minded. He poured a full bowl and brought out a bowl of pickles and a plate of residual fish heads.

Old Baitou drank wine instead of cigarettes, taking a sip now and then another sip. I haven't suppressed my craving for cigarettes, but my head is a little dizzy.

The old man said, "Please go and get my tobacco bag and cotton hat."

Bald Lin said you farted. If you don’t go back in the middle of the night, will you treat me like a dog for a walk?

The old man said that I didn’t dare to go back. A fool got into the house and he almost scared me to death.

Even a fool is afraid, so what do you want to see? Pang Dan×Zuhe Youhuanche Mouhuangji?

I’m not even afraid of ghosts, but she’s a woman. I wanted to kick her out, but I was afraid of freezing her...

Woman, in the dark, how did you know it was a woman? Lin Baldy's eyes flashed.

She got into my bed and talked, wanting to warm herself up. Tell me, what's going on with her staying at my place? Our shopkeeper is most afraid of women entering the house... Old Baitou's tongue is stiff.

Then I will get her away and even bring you the cigarette bag. You wait. Bald Lin hurriedly put on his sheepskin coat and ran out the door. Old Baitou opened his eyes, and there was already a white light on the window.

The fire in the fireplace had already been lit, and the whole room was chilly. Old Baldy added some more cattail sticks and waited for a while, but Bald Lin hadn't come back yet.

The wind stopped, and the surrounding fields were covered in silvery white, which was dazzling.

The old man walked towards his fish house, his feet stepping on the snow, making a crisp crunching sound.

When Lao Baotou opened the door of the fish house, he was stunned by a picture - Lin Bald fell asleep with a woman in his arms. Compared with his black and yellow face, that oval face is fair and pure.

Old Baitou gradually saw clearly. Lin Baldy twisted his mouth, and his saliva wet the woman's face, and also wet Old Baitou's pillow.

Old Baitou’s anger is natural and not excessive at all. He tore away the quilt with one hand, held up the sweeping broom with the other hand, and shined Lin Baldy's naked body, hitting him without hesitation, bang, bang. Bang - there was an explosion all over the room. Bald Lin turned over and rolled over, making sounds like ghosts and wolves howling. Old man, you are crazy!

Bastard, do this! Bastard, come and do it in my house...

The fool also got up and looked at the strange people and strange house. My eyes wanted to catch up with the rising and falling broom, but unfortunately, I was too slow to catch up. Suddenly, he held hands with both hands and shouted, hit, hit...

Old Baitou suddenly stopped beating and scolding, and a ball of white like snow pierced his eyeballs in an instant, and he was stunned. ..Bald Lin took the opportunity to get on his trousers, pull up his sheepskin jacket, and rush out. Lao Duzi, why are you so angry? If you don’t eat the fat that reaches your mouth and don’t let me eat it, you will die!

Bald Lin jumped outside the door and cursed. He opened the door again and stuck his head in. My hat, my hat. A torn cotton hat and a torn woman's panties were left on the floor of the house.

Lao Bai raised his head and kicked out the door.

The sound of stepping on the snow gradually faded away, and Lin Baldy’s yelling and cursing disappeared.

Lao Baitou sat on the edge of the kang, panting.

The fool stopped shouting, crossed his arms and hugged his shoulders, with saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

The old man threw the quilt over and smashed it on her body. He said bitterly in his heart: You ***, you are so shameless, do it with Baldy Lin!

At this time, the old man also took a closer look at the fool. Even though his face was dirty, it couldn't hide his delicate aura. The eyes are quite big, the eyelashes are black and long, and the body exposed from the quilt is all white...

An inexplicable stream surged in the old white head's body, and the old parts in his crotch Somewhat moist, becoming restless.

Old Baitou filled the cigarette bag with trembling hands. It took him a long time to put it in, light it, and smoke.

He hesitated for a while, thought for a while, grabbed his pants and went to put them on for the fool. A pair of trembling old hands first grabbed a smooth thigh and slowly stuffed it into the trousers.

Holding the smooth porcelain skin in your hands, a warmth immediately spreads to your heart, causing a pair of old hands to slide over the delicate parts intentionally or unintentionally; a pair of old eyes to make circles in certain parts.

As a result, the process of dressing went very slowly, causing a layer of sweat to form on the old man's forehead and temples, and even his palms became wet. < /p>

The old man was stunned.

The scenes that had been unfamiliar for thirty years were all displayed before my eyes, truly and clearly. For a moment, blood surged upwards, my throat became clogged, and I was so suffocated that I couldn't breathe.

Old Baitou hurriedly turned around and left the house. He quickly closed the door and leaned against the corner, panting. I wanted to smoke a pack of cigarettes, but when I touched it, the pack was not on me. He stared straight ahead with his eyes, his shoulders and chest rising and falling together.

The panties of the woman he kicked out were pink, very bright and eye-catching on the snow.

The old man squatted down, stretched out his hand, grabbed the underwear in his hand, rubbed it over and over, and looked at it carefully.

Old Baitou suddenly shuddered, and then shuddered again, his upper teeth?N?N hitting his lower teeth. The coldness emanates from the heart and is so intense that it feels like all the limbs are converging together. Is it because I have been squatting outside for a long time, or is it because I am suffering from a cold from last night?

The strange cold did not allow the old man to think about it. He hurriedly threw off the pants in his hand, pulled the door open and went back into the house, climbed onto the kang, and pulled the quilt over himself. At the same time, he threw the fool's coat and pants to her.

The fool stopped yelling and sat on the kang, dancing and getting dressed. The cotton-padded jacket was put on fairly smoothly, but the cotton-padded pants were damaged and turned over and fell over. I didn't put them on for a long time.

When the shopkeeper opened the door and walked in, he was so surprised that he let out an ahhh sound. Then he stood there like a wooden stake for a long time.

How can you do this? ! The shopkeeper's voice was obviously trembling.

Shopkeeper, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything. Old Bai said while gnashing his lower teeth.

You, you still dare to quibble! The shopkeeper's expression changed and his voice became louder. Let me ask you, who took off her clothes?

It’s me, it’s not me, it’s Bald Lin... The old man was speechless for another round.

What? And Baldy Lin? What do you eat when you are injured? The shopkeeper roared angrily.

The old man was speechless for a moment, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead; the coldness all over his body suddenly disappeared.

He turned around in a panic, nagging at the same time. While helping the fool get dressed. My heart was flustered and my hands were shaking. I was busy for a while before I got dressed.

The fool said to the shopkeeper, "pee, pee, pee." While saying this, he reached out to unbuckle his belt and squatted down on the kang.

Old Baitou hurriedly dragged her off the kang and pushed and pushed her out. Ma Liu closed the door and held on to the door handle tightly.

Go ahead! said the shopkeeper.

Hey, hey, let me go... ah? Shopkeeper, where did you ask me to go? Are you going to take her back? Old Baitou was a little dizzy.

You don’t even spare a fool, so you are not afraid of going to jail! When the police came for me, even I had to eat pot roast. Besides, you, you are doing this kind of wretched thing here, and you are leaving women's panties at the door of the house. Don't you mean to do this against me? Are my fish still raised? ah!

Ah, shopkeeper, you really don’t blame me for this... Old Baitou’s dark face turned the color of charcoal.

If you don’t blame, who should you blame? Blame me? I blame you for taking you too seriously, offering you delicious food and drinks, and burning down the house without asking you to pay a penny. Think about it with your conscience, how have I ever wronged you, even if I didn't call you daddy, and I didn't give you a piece of cake? The shopkeeper became angrier as he talked, kicked open the door, pointed at the door and shouted:

Get out of here, get out of here!

Ah, shopkeeper, where is my tobacco bag? The old man's voice was unclear and his legs were shaking slightly.

What’s in the dog’s mouth! The shopkeeper yelled angrily.

The old man clicked his mouth, and the cigarette bag was indeed held in his mouth. He did not bother to put the cigarette in his mouth until he finished putting away his clothes and went to push the door open.

Come back! The shopkeeper shouted.

Hey, shopkeeper, you believe me and won’t you kick me out?

Stop talking nonsense and take this set of luggage away too!

Ah, shopkeeper, all my sets are burned. This is what you paid for...

Take it if you are told, I think it is unlucky!

Alas, the old man hurriedly rolled up his luggage, tied it with his clothes, picked it up with the firewood stick, and put it on his shoulder.

Old Baitou walked out of the house, his steps a bit messy and staggering. He wanted to turn around and say goodbye to the man who was breaking the cabinet, but he was too timid to turn around.

Coincidentally, the woman's panties were wrapped around her left foot. Every time Lao Zhantou takes a step, the pink color shines brightly against the white snow.

At this time. The old white head's old eyes became even more blurry due to moisture.

When passing by the fishing net, he rubbed his eyes deliberately.

He still saw the interesting boat clearly. It was frozen in the ice and snow and could not be pulled to the other side or back to this side.

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