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 Xiao Jie's father on the way back, it was a little embarrassing, so they called Lao Sun's head too.

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 energy 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 he came out, he heard that he was visiting his 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, if you take care of your beard, you will be 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 beside her and said, "Sister, you are just joking."

Lao Suntou squatted there and raised his head to glare at Mrs. Sun. He wiped his face and said, "You are not serious. Your mother knows what you are saying. 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.

Mrs. Sun also shook her head helplessly.

Lao Suntou looked at his daughter, who was over forty years old, and was smiling so eccentricly that she had a headache.

Just as he finished taking care of it, he winked at Mrs. Sun and told her to step aside, then picked up the water in 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 spoke, but you better 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 is throwing the fire. I asked you to make fun of me, no matter how big or small..."

…

Because Mrs. Sun went to town and could not come back until the afternoon.

Sending gifts to relatives to express gratitude had 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, although Mr. Sun carefully told which ones were given to which families before leaving, as soon as Mr. Sun turned his back, Yang Huazhong's head suddenly became a blur when facing these gifts.

Pot paste.

…

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 him had their eyes wide open, 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 there was a high possibility that the little girl would be kicked to death by a horse's hoof, they were not afraid.

After all, the grassland people are much more brutal and bloody than the Daqi people.

"call!"

The strong horse's nostrils are breathing, and the man sitting on it has a sinister smile on his face. His body rises and falls with the horse's body, showing his excellent riding skills.

He already seemed to see what was going to happen next moment.

He likes to see scenes of blood spraying, especially when a pretty little girl's head explodes on the spot and blood spurts out. That scene is 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 tiny moment, the man rolled over, put his palms on the ground, and 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 was dying.

"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 so awesome."

"Be strong, kill a galloping horse with one punch."

"Where are you from? He doesn't look like a local. His clothes are very strange."

"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 Qi Ku.

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.
Chapter completed!