After Lao De's wife finished speaking, she closed the windows on the second floor.

Lao De looked up at the closed window. People on the street saw Lao De throwing shoes at his wife and fighting with him. The sole of the shoe was lying there facing upwards.

Those who know Lao De said, "This Lao De beats his wife."

Those who don’t know Lao De said, “Where is this man beating his wife?”

Everyone on the street looked at Lao De and was talking about him. A man who knew Lao De said, "Is this man not good about virtue? How can he beat his wife? He even threw his shoes away and threw them away?"

Those who know Lao De did not have any contact with Lao De, but only knew him, he taught private schools, and taught children the Analects of Confucius Mencius.

A middle-aged man beside him also knew Lao De. He said, "Lao De occasionally beats his wife. I heard that he can't beat him every time. His wife doesn't beat him, she likes to throw things casually, and doesn't look at him when throwing him, and she can throw him every time."

"Really? I don't look at him when I throw it away, and I can throw it at him every time?" asked the question who knew Lao De.

The middle-aged man said, "Really, I heard that today, his wife threw a stool from the second floor and hit Lao De's head. Look at the other end of Lao De, probably his wife threw it to the ground."

In fact, Lao De’s wife did not, as this person said, like to throw things at random, and she would hit Lao De every time without looking at people. He heard what he heard. Somehow, what he heard became what he said?

Those who knew Lao De looked at it and said, "This is really evil. You can throw it away if you don't look at it?"

Lao De was speechless, looking at the windows on the second floor and lowered his head.

She teaches children, and teaches children the Analects of Confucius, Mencius, but she says she can't teach well, and she makes a lot of messy truths in one sentence? How can this be unaffected to private schools if it is spread?

"Don't these tiger ladies want to live?" Lao De threw his shoes and was so angry.

People on the street kept looking at Lao De, and said Lao De in a few words. After reading it, they left, and said nothing again. They went over and remained calm, leaving Lao De sitting alone.

Lao De touched the plaster on his head and the plaster on his knees. He had no interest in finding poetry at all.

Lao De's wife sat on the bed to wipe her tears. She hated Lao De to throw her shoes. She felt very complicated, so she simply lay on the bed, covered her quilt and closed her eyes, and went to sleep. But she could sleep where she could sleep. With her eyes open, she looked at the darkness in the quilt with a complicated mood.

It is difficult for a clean official to make a decision on family affairs, so I will not talk about Lao De and his wife. The village owner and the housekeeper rode straight to the north gate. In Ping'an Village, the prosperity of North Street is no worse than that of South Street. Shops on both sides of the road were hung with various signs, and stalls were setting up on the street to shout their own things. People went there, and things were filled with things in the basket. People went there, and people were also empty.

There are people on the street, but the horses are not running so fast.

"Ga!" The village owner and the butler rarely whip the horses, but just shout "Ga" loudly, telling the people ahead that I was riding a horse. When passers-by heard the sound of running horse hooves and shouting "Ga", they would look around and hide on the side of the road.

The brick kiln is in the north of the village, and after leaving the village gate, you have to walk a section. In comparison, this section of the road is shorter than the section from the south gate to the south forest. It is about two-thirds of the journey.

The village owner and the butler rushed to the north gate of the village. The soldiers of the north gate all stood attentively and raised their heads, holding their weapons in their hands, shouting: "Miss Master!"

"Go!" The village owner and the butler whipped the horse out of the north gate. They were about to go to the brick kiln and only glanced at the soldiers.

There is a wheat field in the north of the village. Through the wheat field, you can see the tall chimney of the brick kiln and the square caves surrounding the large chimney. The brick kiln burns bricks and tiles, and also ceramics. The ceramics are not very good, only jars, bowls and plates, and water tanks. They look rough. The bowls and plates are better and they are smooth to the touch.

The chimneys of the brick kiln were smoking. Some villagers were walking on the road outside the village. There were one or two villagers each other. At a glance, you could see that there were more villagers outside the north gate than outside the south gate.

"Go!" The village owner and the housekeeper whip the horse quickly, and the horse's hooves swayed between the wheat fields. The brick kiln was close to the housekeeper. The housekeeper said: "My house, how many bricks and tiles should we buy?"

The village owner replied: "Leave the house to you. You can decide how many bricks and tiles you buy."

"Five shops were destroyed, five and a half, and half were destroyed. How many bricks and tiles did these five and a half?" The housekeeper muttered. He said: "A house with ten thousand bricks is a total of five and a half. How about buying 50,000 bricks? "

The village owner replied: "You will decide how much you buy, and you will give it to you." After saying that, the village owner asked, "Where is the tile?"

The housekeeper said: "Five and a half rooms, one kilowatt-hour, a total of 5,500 watts."

"Is it possible?" asked the village owner.

The housekeeper replied: "Buy it if it's not enough."

"Helping!" The village owner whipped the horse in front.

"Helping!" The housekeeper whipped the horse and followed behind.

There are brick kilns, where people live, there are floors for burning bricks and tiles, and floors for burning porcelain. There is also a small chimney next to the large chimney, which is the small one that burns porcelain. There are also smaller chimneys, which are the chimneys for cooking.

The owner of this brick kiln sat on the top of the cave, bare-haired, with a gray beard on his chin, and his beard was less than half a foot long. He was holding a dry cigarette roll in his hand, and a wisp of blue smoke was emitted. Two guys sat in front of the gate, bare-haired, dark skin, one square head and the other round head. Both of them looked thin and not fat.

The kiln owner smoked a cigarette and watched two running horses. The two horses turned the corner, and the kiln owner hoped that it was business.

The guy with the square head looked up and saw two horses. He didn't want business, he liked to rest. He was tired of moving bricks, like tiles, and things.

The horse's hooves were thrilling, and birds were chirping in the wheat field. A big bird suddenly soared in the wheat field, flapping its wings, flapping the air forcefully.

The big bird soared, and immediately a group of sparrows were startled, and the sparrows were chirping.

"Wool! Wool!" The black dog of the kiln owner emerged from the wheat field and barked at the two running horses.

The kiln owner took a cigarette and shouted, "Da Hei, come back! Da Hei!"

"Wang Wang" the master shouted, the black dog shouted at the two horses, lowered his head and hummed and sniffed the ground, and his tail shook his way to the gate. The kiln owner took a breath and said to the underworld: "Don't be blind, go back!"

"Look at the dog." The kiln owner said to the two men.

The village manager ran over on a horse, and the housekeeper shouted, "The village owner, it seems that the kiln owner is above him."

The village owner took the horse. He looked at the man above him. The horse ran before the man and stopped the horse: "Xu!" Then the housekeeper stopped the horse: "Xu!"

The village owner had met the kiln owner and knew him, so he had a gray beard and smoked a dry tobacco. He asked, "Are you the kiln owner?"

The housekeeper returned: "The village owner, that's the kiln owner."

The kiln owner held a dry tobacco roll in his hand and wanted to smoke and said, "I am the kiln owner."

When the two guys saw the two of them, they both stood up and looked at the dog with a round head: "Da Hei, go." Da Hei sniffed the ground, looked at the two horses, and looked at the two of them immediately.

The kiln owner knew these two people, one was the village owner and the other was the village yamen manager. He remembered that these two people had a big characteristic, and they loved to pay on credit.

The village owner said, "Go down and talk."

The housekeeper said: "This is the village owner, I am the village yamen manager, let's come to you to post the account."
Chapter completed!