"Brother...Brother...Are you leaving? My wife is not pregnant after you leave. I'm in vain. You help others to the end, okay? I still have a pancake. You can use it to nourish your body and nourish your body."

Baoqiang looked at the steamed buns in Song Ji's hand, swallowed unconsciously, and looked back at the grass that looked out uneasy.

He lowered his voice and said, "Your aunt is not happy either, I...I, too..."

"Hey, I've turned her back! Our old Song family can't be out of my place. If it doesn't work this time, I'll leave her."

Song Ji's face changed and his anger turned all over, and he lost his brows and eyes just now.

Baoqiang let out a long breath, and thought of what happened just now. He pursed his lips, turned around and walked back into the grass.

A woman was sitting in the withered artemisia herb. She was combing her hair at the moment. The woman had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but her eyes were a little red and swollen.

Seeing Baoqiang return, his eyes were filled with panic and mixed with some expectations.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Baoqiang shook his head and his eyes were straightened to the woman.

The woman didn't resist and let Baoqiang peel off her clothes. She bit her lips and stared at Baoqiang in a panic, and the white patch on her chest swayed with violent breathing.

Song Ji, who was squatting a few meters away, retracted his body, and his expression on his face was extremely wonderful. He could find traces on his face, crazy, expectant, and entangled.

This incident is traced back to the evening five days ago. Xu Baoqiang ate horse meat for a few days, and the horse meat was dry and dry. The soldier couldn't eat fat meat. He was squatting in the grass beside the forest and exerting his strength.

A hand suddenly patted his shoulder from behind. Baoqiang, who was originally trying to hide from others, was shocked at that time.

He didn't even lift his pants, and ran for more than ten meters away. His efforts just now were in vain. When he looked closely, he turned out to be a thin man. He was wearing a blue short dress and gray pants, and a small hat on his head. He was smiling awkwardly, rubbing his hands and smiling at Baoqiang.

Baoqiang quickly lifted up his pants and squeezed his eyes.

"You want...what do you want...you..."

When Baoqiang saw that he was a harmless mountain citizen, he was no longer so scared. But he still held his hand on the bayonet hanging around his waist.

"This...hero...wu...jun...someone...small have something to ask for."

This man was the vulgar Song Ji. As he spoke, Song Ji turned around and waved toward Lin Zi,

"Erni, come here... hurry up... come here... tsk, hurry up!"

Song Ji's words scared Baoqiang and brought people over. He said that he wanted to draw his sword, but half of the sword was drawn, but he couldn't pull it out.

What came out of the jungle was a village woman with a square scarf wrapped around her head and a coarse cloth dress of the same color as Song Ji. She was wearing loose coarse cloth pants under her body.

"Well, we are villagers in this mountain... My name is Song Ji... This is my woman."

The woman walked behind Song Ji, standing sideways with a nervous look on her face and dared not look up.

Baoqiang was not much better either. The two people came abruptly. The man didn’t know what he meant, so what did he do with his wife to sneak attack him?

"Oh... I have a few steamed buns here... I heard that you can't eat, so you killed your horses and didn't steal our food. You are good people, you are good people."

"What does it have to do with you if we kill horses...what are you going to do?"

It doesn't matter, but Baoqiang's eyes are staring at the black steamed bun very honestly.

Song Ji looked at Baoqiang staring at the food in his hand, then leaned forward a few steps and handed the steamed bun in his hand towards Baoqiang.

"For such a thing, our old Song family... three generations of single passers-by... have been married for three years, and they have all... I want to find someone... to borrow some... to borrow some seeds!"

Baoqiang took the steamed bun and listened to Song Ji's words, but he didn't react for a while.

"Borrow...what?"

"Borrow seeds!"

“This can also be borrowed…”

"able"

Song Ji looked embarrassed and was still forcing her to smile and explaining to Baoqiang.

"Why are you lending me? There are no men in your village?"
Chapter completed!