Chapter 1294 Taijun, going to work in the village
It’s New Year’s Eve.
At four o'clock in the morning, firecrackers went off in the village. In Han Qian's small room, the two girls covered their heads with quilts. Beloved whispered something in a low voice, and Han Qian gently patted the girl's shoulder. .
"Don't talk nonsense. You two have to get up early in a while. Your grandma has prepared little Fuwa's red bread for you two."
Beloved sat up, grabbed the little dinosaur's pajamas and put them on After getting off the bed, she opened the door and ran to find grandma, while Lingdang turned over and continued to sleep.
Don't get up! Resolutely not to get up!
At six o'clock in the morning, Han Qian put on his clothes and went out. He found that there were many people in the yard, all of whom were relatively well-connected people in the village. Han Qian lit a cigarette. Wave hello.
"Third uncle, second uncle, what are you two doing here if you're not at home?"
Han Qian's second uncle is a man who is not good at words and smiled naively at Han Qian. He didn't say anything. Third uncle was just a name in the village and he didn't have any relatives. Instead, he asked Han Qian what he smoked and lit one to taste it.
Slowly there were more and more people in the yard. Luo Shen lay on the window and looked at the people gathered in the yard and asked.
"Do we need so many people to celebrate the New Year in the countryside? It's so lively!"
Nuan Nuan replied with eyes closed.
“It’s not always crowded, because today we are killing pigs, and we need someone to help! And now our family is considered a big family in the village. If anything happens in the village, tell your parents, Xia Zi I will give you some face."
Yan Qingqing sat up and grabbed her hair and yawned.
“There is a saying that goes well, a rich person has thousands of relatives, but a poor person has no relatives or friends.”
Cai Qinghu looked at the roof and said softly.
“Don’t think so bad about people. There are good people and bad people in the village. It’s the New Year’s party and my parents are happy to see it. Why do you always think so much? How can there be so many bad people in the world? .”
Wen Nuan closed his eyes and spoke.
“Feng Lun!”
Yan Qingqing spoke.
"Xue Yang."
Luo Shen turned his head and smiled.
“Hook the cannon!”
Cai Qinghu stood up and said angrily.
"You three deserve to die! I'm going to find my husband-in-law."
Nuan Nuan turned over and closed his eyes, whispering.
“The pig is coming!”
Yan Qingqing laughed.
“Your husband has run away.”
Luo Shen nodded.
"You can't find your husband."
Cai Qinghu threw himself at Luo Shen.
"I can't beat them both, and I can't beat you?"
Han Qian, who was hiding at the entrance of the village, was wearing a military coat and smoking a cigarette, just like a village guard.
“When did Qian’er come back?”
"A few days ago~"
"Uncle Qian'er, what are you doing here? It's very cold? My master's breasts are pretty good, right?"
"Just go over and scold your master. I know everything.”
When an eight-year-old child stood in front of Han Qian and called him nephew, Han Qian got a little defensive and took out a red envelope and gave it to this senior person. The older child waved his hand.
“Get out of here, if you don’t, I’ll pluck that little chick off for you!”
The child ran away, and Han Qian squatted at the entrance of the village and continued to be in a daze.
A bit cold.
But pigs are being killed inside!
He really didn't want to go in and look. When an A6 appeared in Han Qian's sight, Han Qian frowned and muttered in a low voice.
“Oh, our village is great! They are all driving A6! Oh, it’s still a fleet, this pomp~ Oh, oh, how can we let Changde drive the car?”
Han Qian squatted on the stone. When he saw Cheng Jin getting out of the car, Han Qian slapped him on the forehead.
"Cao! I forgot that Changde is Cheng Jin's driver."
Han Qian stood up and ran away.
Damn it!
Why is this old guy Sun Zhengmin here?
"Wai~wai~wai~ Little Han Qian, what do you think I'm doing? Why don't you call me uncle?"
Han Qian turned around and raised his sleeves to wipe his nose, hehe. smiled.
"Happy New Year, Uncle Sun!" Han Qian stepped forward and put his arms around Sun Zhengmin's neck, secretly kicked Chang De's calf, and walked into the yard with Sun Zhengmin in his arms, smiling.
“Why are you here here during the Chinese New Year? Uncle Sun, you don’t know how much I miss you!”
When he walked to the door, Han Qian picked up a pair of gloves and handed them to Sun Zhengmin. Sun Zhengmin took the gloves and was about to speak when Han Qian patted Sun Zhengmin's hand and smiled.
"Uncle Sun, please wait for me, I have a baby! Do you still remember the curtain I used in the hospital before? I have a similar one at home."
The words ended He turned around and walked into the room, then jumped out through the window. He walked to the door holding a firecracker with two kicks. Seeing that Sun Zhengmin was still turning his back to him and watching the people killing the pig, Han Qian bent down and lit it in front of Sun Zhengmin. firecracker.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, everyone thought it was firecrackers being set off outside and ignored them. The next second, firecrackers exploded in the crowd of pig-killing people. This frightened everyone. Sun Zhengmin turned his head and pointed. Han Qian cursed angrily.
"Little bastard, are you having a seizure?"
At this moment, the fat pig who was pressed on the table suddenly broke free, got up and rushed towards the door. Everyone exclaimed, and the fat pig followed Sun Zhengmin The crotch of his pants rushed over, holding Sun Zhengmin in his arms and ran towards the door. When passing by Han Qian, the little bastard bent down slightly.
"Taijun~ Bye for your work!"
"Han Qian ah ah ah ah, don't let me catch you ah ah ah ah ah~"
Qin Yaozu, Li Yali, Cheng Jin and others who were waiting at the entrance of the village were stunned when they saw Sun Zhengmin disappearing into the village on a pig. At this moment, Han Qian got on his horse, and the maroon horse raised its hooves. Han Qian went Chasing Sun Zhengmin.
No matter how troublesome you are, you can't let this old man torture you to death!
In just a few minutes, Han Qian caught up with Sun Zhengmin.
"Han Qian, please make it stop for me! Hurry up!"
Han Qian, who was riding a horse, laughed.
"What are you in a hurry for? Let's play for a while. Uncle Sun, let me ask you something. Did Li Wei call you?"
"Hit, beat, beat! He is coming today too!"
"Let me think about it!"
"Have you ever thought about it!"
Han Qian laughed. .
“The only way is to shoot it and destroy it, but I don’t dare.”
"You shoot!"
"I don't have a gun!"
While the two were talking, an arrow suddenly penetrated the fat pig's head. Sun Zhengmin died on the spot and fell to the ground with a thud. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old man standing on the roof not far away.
Han Qian gave a thumbs up. The old man pointed at Han Qian with anger on his face and said nothing.
Han Qian dismounted and helped Sun Zhengmin, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.
After helping Sun Zhengmin get on the horse, Han Qian complained to Sun Zhengmin that his arm hurt. Han Qian took out his mobile phone and called an old Chinese medicine doctor. After a series of long-distance phone calls, he confirmed that his arm was dislocated and he could just break it off.
Then a rather pleasant scene appeared in the Han family.
There are no pigs on the table. Sun Zhengmin is lying on the table, and the big guy is trying to figure out how to reattach his dislocated arm.
Qin Yaozu stood aside and looked at Sun Zhengmin with his head lowered, and whispered with strange eyes.
“I’ve heard of pigs being killed during the Chinese New Year, but I’ve never heard of the deputy chief being killed during the Chinese New Year! The deputy chief was lying on the pig-killing table, hahahahahahahaha.”
Qin Yaozu was a very serious person and would never laugh unless he couldn't hold it back.
Sun Zhengmin, who was lying on the table, cursed at Han Qian.
"You little bastard, you wait! You wait until my arm gets better, and I will be the first to hit you! I came to your house to celebrate the New Year, and you still let me ride a pig around? Your father is also sick. , are you not afraid of being shot to death by an arrow?"
Han Qian lowered his head and said weakly.
“No one else has this kind of treatment. I have never ridden a pig in my entire life.”
The old man lowered his head and said weakly.
“I know I can’t shoot you.”
At this time, Yan Qingqing, who was sleeping in a daze, walked out of the room and looked at the group of people around the table. Qingqing frowned and said irritably.
“It’s so hard.”
After saying that, he picked up the kitchen knife and walked towards the crowd, pushing them away and shouting.
"How big of a deal is it? How can you put so much effort into it? This thing is just a knife to the head..."
Looking at Sun Zhengmin lying on the table, Yan Qingqing's face was full of astonishment, Sun Zhengmin gritted his teeth and said.
"Yan Qingqing, what are you going to do!"
Yan Qingqing suddenly thought of a line and said with a naive smile.
“Mr. Sun, do you think my kitchen knife is sharp?”
"What! You want to chop off my head! Do you think you are Fu Dong!"
(End of this chapter)