Zhao Daxi actually wanted to speak well, but he couldn't help but his voice was too thick. He was so loud that he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

Standing in the middle of the road, Zhang Fei was quite stunning, and shouted: "Fill in!"

The roar was full of power, and even the big poplar trees on the side of the road shook a few times. A few scared young men turned their heads and ran back. After a while, they ran back with their shovels and hoes, and filled the pit without saying a word. Zhao Daxi felt a little better. Thinking about not being idle, I picked up a shovel and realized how strong he was. No wonder he said it in the village that the young men in the village were so afraid of him.

The big shovel was as light as if it was not worth much. One shovel went down and pierced deeply into the mud. Even the amount of weight that the stone and soil were so big that it was, it was still out with a stroke. Feeling the endless strength of his arms, Zhao Daxi was ecstatic, at least he would not be afraid of being bullied in this life. With this big, thick arms and thick waist, Lu Zhishen was like this in ancient times.

I think it was because he was weak and sick in his previous life. God opened his eyes to compensate him in this life. At this time, his mood improved. He was not in good health in his previous life and was stumbling. He always had to live well in this life, otherwise how could he have done this body?

Among the young guys next to him, someone whispered: "Uncle, what are we going to eat after the toll station has been cancelled?"

Zhao Daxi looked at him squintedly and grinned: "Farmers are just farming. Can they drink the northwest wind?"

Several juniors looked at each other for a few more times and stopped talking. Everyone knew that the village chief had a bad temper. If you talk a few more words, you should have smashed your fists. The big hole on the national highway was filled with smelly sweat. Zhao Daxi felt a little relieved. Although the national highway in Zhaojia Village is still bumpy, after a few days, Zhaojia Village still has great potential.

Then I felt a little hungry, and I was a little nervous. I plunged into the only small restaurant on the roadside. I grabbed the big pancakes and steamed buns and stuffed them into my mouth with the green onion leaves. I ate a big pancake and a big steamed bun. My hands finally stopped shaking and my stomach was still hungry. I was about to call the waiter over, and a big bowl of noodles and two big white steamed buns were stuffed in front of me. I was so hungry that I couldn't care too much. I finished eating in one breath, and finally I was 80% full. I was shocked. This appetite was too exaggerated.

Habitually pay for the bill: "Waiter, check out."

The waiter who was teasing melon seeds was startled and looked at him suspiciously: "Uncle, you are not accustomed to being evil today, you asked to withdraw the toll station and then have to pay the bill... Uncle, the hotels are all opened in the village, who will the account be settled?"

Zhao Daxi cursed himself for being ridiculous, and hesitated for a few words to get up and run. After returning to his house, he felt sleepy and felt sleepy again. He slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. Finally, he knew why Zhang Fei had to sleep with his eyes open in ancient times, and was killed while he was sleeping. People with a physique like him ate more and slept soundly, so he was extremely powerful. At a time, ten or eight young people would not think of getting close to him, and they would all be thrown away with a stroke.

I just moved a chair and basked in my yard for a while. I saw Zhao Lihua from afar through the low yard wall. She twisted her butt and walked towards this side. There were several old Taoists holding magic tools in their hands. When I was about to stand up and talk, the little widow had already pushed him back to the chair. I really didn't know where she got so much strength.

Widow Zhao was full of worry and turned around and spoke to a few old Taoists: "Look, are you being possessed by evil spirits?"

Several old Taoists looked at Zhao Daxi with a big black face and nodded seriously: "I am so obsessed with Yin Tang when he is black. Dear brothers, copy magic weapons!"

Zhao Daxi simply accepted his fate at this time and just tossed around. Anyway, he didn't want to move while basking in the sun. Several old Taoists jumped and jumped in front of him, muttering the words "Tian Lingling" and "Taishang Laojun" was about to appear. Zhao Daxi just thought it was just watching the monkey playing, and was drowsy because of the sun. Suddenly, he was awakened by a basin of cold water. It was winter just over and spring, and Zhao Daxi shivered violently by the cold water.

He jumped up from the chair, his eyes wide as big as a bell: "What are you doing!"

Several old Taoists put down the basin and finished the work: "Okay, save it."

Zhao Daxi wiped the cold water on his face and cursed in his heart, and he was so damn good-fat that a normal person could not stand being poured into a basin of cold water like this. Fortunately, he is a well-educated person, and he would not have been dirty even if he only cursed in his heart. Zhao Lihua was already very satisfied, so she reached out to take money from her top pocket and sent a few veterans away.

The little widow was quite enthusiastic about him, stretching out five fingers and shaking them: "I'm so happy, do you recognize how many times this is?"

Zhao Daxi looked around and looked around. He felt warm and impulsive, and slapped her hard on the butt. The little widow suddenly slapped her and said with relief on her face. Then her face looked like peach blossoms again. This slap her clearly raised her heart. Zhao Daxi had just tasted the sweetness of a woman from her, regardless of whether she was beautiful or not. She took off her wet top and picked up her legs, and walked into the house several times and still went to the bed.

Zhao Lihua had been joking with a charming smile. Zhao Daxi's heart was pounding uncontrollably. She turned her hand and closed the door and bullied her in front of her. She was sorry for herself when she was polite to her. After a long time, Zhao Lihua woke up from her fainting state for a long time, and reached out to squeeze his thick waist with satisfaction. Zhao Daxi only felt refreshed and wanted to laugh three times, thank the King of Hell. It was so good to be a man, especially being such a fierce man. It was really worth living in this life.

The news that the village chief was possessed by evil spirits spread quickly, and it also relieved Zhao Daxi from explaining. He has been wandering around the village these days, getting familiar with the situation and making plans for the future.

That night, Zhao Daxi's huge body rubbed against Lihua for a long time, and it was hard for the little widow to be suppressed by him, and she hummed a few times to express her satisfaction. In half a month, Zhao Daxi successfully found the dignity of a man on her. Even a woman like Zhao Lihua, who was so charming, could not resist it in the bed.

When Zhao Daxi got off her, she struggled to open her eyes and snorted weakly: "Daxi, I have something very important to tell you."

Zhao Daxi was startled: "Do you have it?"

Lihua giggled and pinched him hard: "You are scared to death, but unfortunately, I'm going to remarry and go to Majia Village."

Zhao Daxi suddenly felt relieved. For half a month, he and this woman were in a mess every night. Although he was a little reluctant to let it go, he and this woman were destined to be a pair of dew-watered couples. No matter what, he was still very grateful to her and taught him everything a man should do. Zhao Lihua put on clothes without saying a word, and tears were shining in the corners of her eyes when she left.

The woman who is about to remarry is also sincere: "I'm so happy. If you want to be a man, just make a little bit of a human being. It's not in vain that I'll have a good time with you."

Zhao Daxi sent her out the door and suddenly felt a sore nose. He pulled her back and Qinglianmi Loved her for a while before letting her go. There was less on the pillow and I was a little uncomfortable. I just thought of my bright future and became open-minded again. I slept with satisfaction, and the snoring sounded like thunder to the street through the courtyard wall.

When Zhao Lihua remarried, Zhao Daxi was happy to be idle. He hid at home and read the twenty-four histories of newspapers and magazines. Mao chose Deng to plant vegetable greenhouses, and put a mess of books all over the room. He had long thought of doing a big job in Zhaojia Village. He studied the current situation when he was idle. He had been used to reading books alone in his previous life, and he took the opportunity to make up for the policies around 1997. He was a rural cadre of all sizes, so he had to be of such a level.

After researching, it’s just one word, poverty.

Zhaojia Village has only a hundred acres of cultivated land. Most of the middle-aged laborers in the village work outside the country regardless of gender. After asking the village accountant, I found out that the poverty alleviation funds in the village committee had been spent last year and had owed more than 200,000 foreign debts over the years. Now there are only some lazy people in the village who are idle and often steal chickens from Majia Village and lead the dogs from Liujiamiao. When they have nothing to do, dozens of young people gathered together to make a few tables of mahjong Paijiu, which made the village chaotic.

Zhao Daxi was unwilling to suppress him easily, although he was talking nonsense in the village, he was unwilling to inflict public anger. He was easy-going and comforted himself, and he should take his time. The most urgent task was to find a way to make some money first. Only then did he know what it means to stump a hero with a penny. Seeing that the rice jar at the small restaurant at the entrance of the village was empty day by day, the literary young man's heart was a little anxious.
Chapter completed!