"Damn it, I have such a grandpa who has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. People don't want to recognize me. I don't like to stick to others' cold butts. Why should I take my own money if others don't recognize me as my granddaughter?"
Be filial to them, you have to be considerate, you are good to me, I will be good to you, just because my father is his son, he can do whatever he wants to steal my money, foolish filial piety!"
Qian Duoduo was angry and scolded Cui Niang: "Mom, please wake up! I won't let go of a single coin today!"
"Yes, mother, I don't want a grandpa Manman like this!" Qian Xuewen, who was playing in the yard at this time, also pulled Qian Manman over and heard Qian Manman's childish voice saying with resentment.
Cuiniang looked at Manman in shock, and then looked at Qian Xuewen, only to see Qian Xuewen silently lowering his head with tears in his eyes. He hated that he was too young to snatch away those papers and ink pens from his second aunt.
The inkstone is his treasure, and he is reluctant to use it. He writes on the ground every day just because he is afraid of wasting paper...
Qian Duoduo glanced at the two little ones, then pulled Cui Niang, who had her head lowered and had nothing to say, and walked out. Qian Wanli and others behind him looked at each other and followed quickly. Even Qian Xuewen also pulled Manchui.
Man followed behind silently.
And Xiaoyun also ran quickly to the village chief's house...
Qian Duoduo took Cuiniang and quickly arrived at Qian Manshan's home. She saw that the door she had kicked down before had been installed with a newer and stronger door.
Qian Duoduo twitched his lips and said disdainfully: "Huh, do you think you can block me by installing a thicker door?"
After saying that, she let go of Cui Niang, stepped forward, and kicked out the door suddenly, "touch..."
Rumble...
The newly installed door suddenly collapsed...
The sound of the door collapsing alarmed the popular spicy drinker Qian Manshan in the house. He was holding a duck leg in his hand, and with his mouth full of oil, he raised his head and looked at his two sons and second wife opposite: "What's going on?
?”
"What else could have happened? Of course it was Fat Ya who called me." Outside the dining room, Mrs. Fan held a Buddhist bead and looked at Qian Duoduo, who was looking evil-looking, outside the courtyard door, and said calmly, these things are none of her business.
Since that day when she was punished by the gods at Qian Duoduo's house, Fan Xiangxiang would have nightmares every time she had evil thoughts in her heart. Just like the day when Qian Duoduo got married, the family discussed robbing Qian Caibao's property title, and that night Fan Xiangxiang dreamed of a vicious god.
The gods wanted to rip out her heart, which frightened Fan Xiangxiang so much that she got up in the middle of the night and chanted sutras to offset the fear in her heart...
From then on, she no longer dared to do bad things. Even yesterday when Qian Manshan asked her to go to Qian Duo's house to rob money, she was not interested. Instead, she tried to dissuade them from going, but the effect was not obvious.
After Shan scolded her, he still went there with his son and wife. Although the land deed was not as expected, it was still a fruitful return.
Seeing their celebration of killing chickens and ducks, Mrs. Fan always felt that her guilt had deepened a lot... She always felt that she would be punished, but she didn't expect that whatever she wanted came to her. The moment she saw the money, she...
My wife knew that retribution was coming...
Qian Duoduo looked at Old Mrs. Fan who was standing in the yard angrily: "Hey, old lady, hand over the things that were robbed from my house!" "Damn it, a grandpa like this has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. What are you talking about?"
Don’t want to recognize me. I don’t like to stick up to others’ cold butts. Others don’t recognize me as my granddaughter at all. Why should I use my own money to honor them? People have to compare their feelings with each other. If you are good to me, I will be good to you. That’s it.
Because my father is his son, he can do whatever he wants to steal my money, foolish filial piety!"
Qian Duoduo was angry and scolded Cui Niang: "Mom, please wake up! I won't let go of a single coin today!"
"Yes, mother, I don't want a grandpa Manman like this!" Qian Xuewen, who was playing in the yard at this time, also pulled Qian Manman over and heard Qian Manman's childish voice saying with resentment.
Cuiniang looked at Manman in shock, and then looked at Qian Xuewen, only to see Qian Xuewen silently lowering his head with tears in his eyes. He hated that he was too young to snatch away those papers and ink pens from his second aunt.
The inkstone is his treasure, and he is reluctant to use it. He writes on the ground every day just because he is afraid of wasting paper...
Qian Duoduo glanced at the two little ones, then pulled Cui Niang, who had her head lowered and had nothing to say, and walked out. Qian Wanli and others behind him looked at each other and followed quickly. Even Qian Xuewen also pulled Manchui.
Man followed behind silently.
And Xiaoyun also ran quickly to the village chief's house...
Qian Duoduo took Cuiniang and quickly arrived at Qian Manshan's home. She saw that the door she had kicked down before had been installed with a newer and stronger door.
Qian Duoduo twitched his lips and said disdainfully: "Huh, do you think you can block me by installing a thicker door?"
After saying that, she let go of Cui Niang, stepped forward, and kicked out the door suddenly, "touch..."
Rumble...
The newly installed door suddenly collapsed...
The sound of the door collapsing alarmed the popular spicy drinker Qian Manshan in the house. He was holding a duck leg in his hand, and with his mouth full of oil, he raised his head and looked at his two sons and second wife opposite: "What's going on?
?”
"What else could have happened? Of course it was Fat Ya who called me." Outside the dining room, Mrs. Fan held a Buddhist bead and looked at Qian Duoduo, who was looking evil-looking, outside the courtyard door, and said calmly, these things are none of her business.
Since that day when she was punished by the gods at Qian Duoduo's house, Fan Xiangxiang would have nightmares every time she had evil thoughts in her heart. Just like the day when Qian Duoduo got married, the family discussed robbing Qian Caibao's property title, and that night Fan Xiangxiang dreamed of a vicious god.
The gods wanted to rip out her heart, which frightened Fan Xiangxiang so much that she got up in the middle of the night and chanted sutras to offset the fear in her heart...
From then on, she no longer dared to do bad things. Even yesterday when Qian Manshan asked her to go to Qian Duo's house to rob money, she was not interested. Instead, she tried to dissuade them from going, but the effect was not obvious.
After Shan scolded her, he still went there with his son and wife. Although the land deed was not as expected, it was still a fruitful return.
Seeing their celebration of killing chickens and ducks, Mrs. Fan always felt that her guilt had deepened a lot... She always felt that she would be punished, but she didn't expect that whatever she wanted came to her. The moment she saw the money, she...
My wife knew that retribution was coming...
Qian Duoduo looked at Old Mrs. Fan standing in the yard angrily: "Hey, old lady, hand over the things you robbed my house!"