Changping Village.

A group of men and women also gathered under the old locust tree in front of Jiang Er's house.

Xianjun's mother was among them. She was holding a big bowl in one hand. In the bowl was the porridge Jiang Xianjun brought back from the porridge shed. On top of the porridge, she specially picked the soybeans pickled at home and stirred it to eat.

The other hand is holding the chopsticks, but there is a big steamed bun stuck on the head of the chopsticks.

Xian Junniang dipped the steamed buns into the miso soup in the porridge and ate loudly. She listened to the neighbors nearby telling some non-vegetarian jokes, and she would stop and grin from time to time.

The deafening sound of firecrackers came from the entrance of the village, covering the laughter of everyone under the old locust tree.

Everyone stopped talking and eating, raised their heads one by one, and twitched their ears, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound and deduce who was doing what!

Anyone who sets off such big firecrackers is either a red man or a white man.

Regardless of whether it is red or white matters, these are the things that appeal to the souls of these villagers the most. Who makes their spiritual world barren? If they don't gossip, wouldn't their lives be boring?

The ten thousand whips are relatively long, and Yang Yongqing did not burn the ten thousand whips together in a coil, but spread them flat on the ground, so it took a while until all the ten thousand whips were burned out.

"Oh my god, these ten thousand whips are so loud, my ears are deafened!"

Under the big locust tree, someone rubbed his ears and said with a smile.

After listening to the sound of firecrackers for such a long time, everyone suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and distance when they heard this person talking, as if the person was not talking next to them, but was buzzing through a cover.

"The noise sounds like it's coming from the village entrance."

"There are only a few big families living at the entrance of the village. Whose family could it be? The noise should be a celebration..."

"Maybe it's the fifth room of the old Yang family. This one looks like his daughter is getting engaged."

"Engagement? Are Mianmian and Yeyi really engaged? I heard others say it before, and I thought it was a joke!"

The person who said this glanced towards Xian Junniang intentionally or unintentionally.

The reactions of other people also became subtle, and they all looked at Xian Junniang.

Xian Junniang had heard them mention the fifth house of Lao Yang's family before, but she didn't want to talk about this topic, so she lowered her head and just licked the porridge in the bowl.

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"Why are you looking at me for what you said?" Xian Junniang raised her head, glanced at the gossipy faces in front of her, and said unhappily.

Everyone winked and chuckled.

Among this group of people was a woman with a scar on her face, who lived behind Jiang Er's house.

As long as her hens ran into the yard of Jiang Er's house in front, Xianjun's mother would cover them with a cover and wait until dark before she secretly killed them for stew.

At first, the scarred woman didn't think too much, thinking that her chicken had been picked up by Huangpizi, but later she discovered a pattern.

Whenever a chicken is lost in her house, the smell of stewed chicken will come from Jiang Er's kitchen the next day.

This scarred woman was also calm. Instead of alerting the snake, she brought out another chicken to test.

Sure enough, she was caught in the act, so the two women hugged each other and started wrestling in the yard.

That was several years ago.

Later, the scar-faced woman never lost her chicken again, but the two women had a quarrel over this incident, especially since they lived in the front and back yards. Over the years, they had been fighting openly and secretly, and they had often made harsh remarks about each other.

Jiang Xianjun has red lips and white teeth. Many girls want to marry him, and Zheng Xiaoqin even got pregnant out of wedlock.

This matter is embarrassing to the Zheng family, but it is something worth showing off to the Jiang family. Their son is capable!

However, the scar-faced family has a son who has not yet been married to a daughter-in-law, so Xianjun Niang is so proud that she often shows off in front of the scar-faced woman that she is about to have a double happiness.

Especially when we all lived together in the resettlement site next to the school a while ago, Xian Junniang showed off in front of the scar-faced woman every day, so angry that the scar-faced woman lost several handfuls of her hair.

Now that they finally caught the engagement of the fifth house of the old Yang family, the scar-faced woman felt that she had the chance to make a comeback.

So, others just winked and laughed secretly, but did not dare to say it directly in front of Xian Junniang, but the scar-faced woman dared!

The scarred face said with a smile: "First of all, Jun Niang, let's not see which one you are looking at? Your family is the only one here that is close to being in-laws with the fifth family of Lao Yang's family!"

Xian Junniang's face darkened, and she looked at the scarred-faced woman with a tigerish expression, trying to intimidate her with her gaze.

But I'm sorry, the other party is obviously well prepared and has been an old rival for many years. How could he be frightened by Xian Junniang's look?

"Hey, you guys are so close to becoming in-laws. It's fate. Now Wufang has found another son-in-law. Is anyone from your family going to say congratulations?" the scar-faced woman asked again.

"I'm congratulating you for your size, but you can't even get married? Why are you talking nonsense!" Xian Junniang spat directly at the scar-faced woman and started to curse.

The people next to them were holding bowls in their hands. Seeing this posture, they all became excited. They said words of persuasion, but they stepped aside one after another, for fear that the two of them would cause a quarrel later and affect the bowls in their hands.

The scar-faced woman was very satisfied with Xian Junniang's scowl. The angrier she became, the more aggressive she became, proving that her words were like a sharp blade, piercing into Xian Junniang's heart, scraping the opponent's skin one by one!

"Xian Junniang, don't be so arrogant!" the scar-faced woman said with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, when your Xianjun and Zheng Xiaoqin got engaged, someone from the old Yang family came to congratulate them!"

"Those are the rest of the old Yang family, not the fifth family. Our Jiang family has nothing to do with the fifth family!" Xian Junniang vigorously swung the chopsticks in her hand.

"Besides, the person who sent the congratulatory gifts from the old Yang family at that time was Yu Xingkui. The congratulatory gifts were sent by the old Yangtou. It was for the old man's friendship with my old man and had nothing to do with the other people!"

"Whoever comes to congratulate me, I will accept the favor. If old Yangtou marries his little wife, I will definitely go and congratulate him, and I will have to double the gift money for him!"

The scar-faced woman suddenly shouted: "Ah, sir, Junniang, what you said is ridiculous. That old Yangtou is already seventy-five or six years old, and Mrs. Tan is still alive. Junjun, you are

You will be shocked if you say this, and if Mrs. Tan hears this, she will come and tear your mouth apart..."

Other people watching the excitement also echoed the scar-faced woman's words: "You're right, these words really can't be nonsense. First, Jun Niang, you are really speaking without restraint."

"Misfortune comes from the mouth, you'd better say less."

Everyone's words and words are all condemning Xian Junniang.
Chapter completed!