Li Fuguang wiped the sweat from his forehead, then put down his work and happily greeted Niu Xiaotian to the warehouse.

It's right!

There is really a red motorcycle in the corner, with an ancient style, like a bare donkey, which is simply a product from the last century.

"Oda, how about this one? It's very powerful and fast. Remember, I used to ride it often." Li Fuguang introduced enthusiastically.

"Don't fool me, old and worn things must be very burning and expensive." Niu Xiaotian shook his head.

"Who doesn't know what you are afraid of when you make a fortune and spend some oil. It's enough for people to show their appearance. Besides, you can't buy such cheap things elsewhere."

"How much does it cost to sell?"

"Three thousand."

"No sincerity." Niu Xiaotian turned around and left, with a firm attitude. Li Fuguang quickly grabbed it and smiled and said, "Xiaotian, then you can give it a price!"

"Maximum five hundred!"

"Too few, this is a motorcycle, not an electric car."

"When I get time, I will give you a fortune talisman, it will be effective!" Niu Xiaotian said.

Li Fuguang's eyes dripped and moved, but he didn't agree with it, "Xiaotian, you are just fooling around. Who knows whether it's effective or not?"

"Hehe, who am I? The disciple of Nanshan Immortal. It's your luck to know me." Niu Xiaotian laughed and pointed at Li Fuguang and said, "Look at you, your eyes are full of peach blossoms and your nose is dull. You must have done nothing good last night. You are so tired that your waist is sore and your legs are sore! Do you want me to tell me what did you do?"

"What am I doing?" Li Fuguang's forehead was sweating obviously.

"It has nothing to do with your wife."

"I'm afraid of you, five hundred is five hundred, so pay the money and push it away!" At this moment, Li Fuguang felt that Niu Xiaotian was a plague god, and this broken mouth might mean something to say.

"Fill up the oil and a helmet." Niu Xiaotian made another request.

Li Fuguang rubbed his forehead hard, rubbed several mud strips, and finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, come on, pay for it next time, don't be fooled again."

"Hehe, no, no one in our village knows that I, Niu Xiaotian, have absolutely reliable character." Niu Xiaotian smiled proudly.

Li Fuguang pushed the motorcycle out with a dark face, cheered up, refueled, and ignited it, and everything was normal. He also found a helmet that he had not used for a long time and wiped it clean and hung it on the handlebar.

Niu Xiaotian asked him to teach him how to ride, and he was busy for nearly an hour.

He patted the five red tickets in Li Fuguang's hand, Niu Xiaotian put Heizi in his backpack and carried him on his backpack. He rode his motorcycle, roared all the way, raised dust all the way, and left Xingwang Village.

It is fake to look at photos, and Niu Xiaotian only understands Li Fuguang's bad habit.

When it was late at night, Li Fuguang liked to stroll in the village quietly, staring at the dogless house, jumping into the yard, squatting under the wall of the windowsill, pricking his ears and listening, and staying for a long time.

Niu Xiaotian was also a night owl and had long discovered his despicable behavior.

It doesn't matter to you, Niu Xiaotian just pretends that he didn't see it.

Li Fuguang was also lucky. So far, he had never been caught and thought he was an honest man.

Pass Qingyun Town and drive into another country road.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Niu Xiaotian came to Widow Yang's hometown, Sanwan Village.

The size of the small village is not as large as that of Xingwang Village and is further away from Qingyun Town. However, the surrounding mountains are gentle and you can reclaim your own land. Therefore, every household in Sanwan Village has surplus grain.

There are three large ponds in the south of the village, which are like crescent moons, so Sanwan Village is named.

She had been waiting at the entrance of the village when she saw Niu Xiaotian riding a motorcycle and looked at her in surprise: "Xiaotian, are you getting rich? You have ridden a motorcycle."

"I made some money, it's not worth mentioning!"

Niu Xiaotian waved his hand and said that seeing Widow Yang was his famous work, and he also became famous since then.

"Oh, I can't go back to Xingwang Village anymore, so I have no choice but to invite you." Widow Yang sighed.

"Sister, I won't invite me to sit at home and have a drink of water or something." Niu Xiaotian said.

"Just go, just go!" Widow Yang quickly agreed.

Not far away, Widow Yang was sitting behind the motorcycle, her butt was very heavy, making the motorcycle feel a little tilted.

Kuroko suddenly poked her head out of her bag, scaring her to scream, almost getting angry.

"Oda, where did the puppy come from?"

"I keep it at home and don't worry. Just don't touch it."

Niu Xiaotian started the motorcycle, while Widow Li held his waist with one hand and made a gesture with the other hand, and soon arrived at her parents' home.

This is a four large brick house facing south. The doors are open on the east and west sides. The yard is clean. There are strings of yellow mushrooms hanging on a few wooden pillars, and under the eaves are red and dried peppers hanging.

There is also a pastoral dog with black and white mixed hair. When he saw a stranger, he jumped up and barked.

Before Widow Li could stop drinking, the dog suddenly showed horror on his face, and whined, hiding in the dog's kennel with its tail.

"Xiaotian, I'm convinced. You have fairy aura on your body, and even beasts are afraid." Widow Yang said sincerely.

"Didn't you eat poisonous mushrooms?"

"Oh, I'm all mean, can I beat you by myself? Xiaotian, sister is talking nonsense. I'm sorry, you have to help me." Widow Yang really slapped herself twice, and she couldn't even hear a sound, just pretending.

"It's easy to say!"

This dog is afraid of blackspots, and his natural instinctive reaction has nothing to do with Niu Xiaotian.

On the east side are Yang Shuimei's parents, on the west side are her younger brother, brother and wife, and a six-year-old nephew.

Stop the motorcycle, release the dark spots, and let it stay in the yard first.

Niu Xiaotian followed Widow Yang into the east room. Both old men were there, and sat down with the guests. They were clearly laughing between their eyebrows, but they looked even worse than crying.

A daughter cannot have children when she gets married, and she will kill her husband, which makes her parents embarrassed to speak out.

However, my daughter became pregnant inexplicably while she was a widow, and ran back to her parents' home to shelter, which made it even more difficult for her parents to accept.

Moreover, I won’t talk about whose baby is in my belly!

When her parents beat her to death, she had the heart to jump into the river.

After Niu Xiaotian smoked half a cigarette and drank half a cup of strong tea made from tea leaves, the old man rubbed his thigh and said, "Xiaotian, Shuimei said, if you know who the baby in your belly is, then do a favor!"

"Who bullies my daughter? I'm not going to be with him. What a dog thing!" the old lady cursed.

"Mom, why are you talking? What a dog thing? That's my baby's father." Widow Yang muttered dissatisfied.

"You still have the face to say it!" The old lady pointed at Widow Yang hatefully and came up with an idea, "If I want me to say it, I will beat the baby to avoid embarrassment. Just take it as nothing happened, and I will be finished."

"No, the doctor said the pregnancy in person during the free medical consultation. Everyone in the village knew about it. If you said there was no such thing?" Widow Yang touched her belly and said stubbornly: "I want to keep it, so that no one will care about it when I get old."

"I'm right, why don't you die? I'll do it for you!" The old lady patted her chest.

"I'm dead, who cares about you in the future?" Widow Yang curled her lips to her brother's room. It would be great if only those two guys could stick their mouths!
Chapter completed!