Ex-wife becomes creditor after divorce Season 2

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 lightly 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, got off the kang, opened the door and ran to find her 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 many people had come to the yard, all of whom were relatively well-connected people in the village. Han Qian lit a cigarette and waved to say hello.

"Third uncle, second uncle, what are you two doing here if you are not at home?"

Han Qian's second uncle was a man who was not good at words. He smiled naively at Han Qian and said nothing. Third uncle was just a name in the village and had no relatives. He asked Han Qian what he was smoking and ordered one to taste. .

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 Chinese New Year in the countryside? It's so lively!"

Nuan Nuan replied with eyes closed.

"It's not always that there are so many people, 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 you need anything in the village, just tell your parents, and Xia Ziyi will help you more or less." Save some face.”

Yan Qingqing sat up, grabbed her hair and yawned.

"There is a saying that goes like this: 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 of people so bad. There are good people and bad people in the village. My parents are happy when they come to celebrate the Chinese New Year. Why do you always think so much? There are not so many bad people in the world."

Nuan 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 pigs are coming!"

Yan Qingqing smiled.

"Your husband-in-law has run away."

Luo Shen nodded.

"You can't find your husband-in-law."

Cai Qinghu pounced on Luo Shen.

"I can't beat them both, and I can't beat you?"

Han Qian was hiding at the entrance of the village, 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 quite cold? My grandma is fine, right?"

"You go over and scold your master and you will know everything."

When an eight-year-old child stood in front of Han Qian and called him "nephew," Han Qian lost his guard a little, took out a red envelope and gave it to the older child, waving.

"Get out of here, if you don't, I'll pluck that 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 whispered.

"Oh, our village is great! They're all driving A6! Oh, it's a motorcade, 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 Chang De is Cheng Jin's driver."

Han Qian got up and ran.

Oh shit!

Why is this old guy Sun Zhengmin here?

"Wai~wai~wai~ Xiao Hanqian, 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, and chuckled.

"Happy New Year, Uncle Sun!"

Han Qian stepped forward and put his arms around Sun Zhengmin's neck, secretly kicked Chang De's calf, hugged Sun Zhengmin and walked into the yard, 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 remember the curtain I used in the hospital before? I have a similar one at home."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room, then jumped out of the window, holding a firecracker with two kicks and walked to the door. Seeing that Sun Zhengmin was still facing away from him and watching the people killing the pig, Han Qian bent down and faced Sun Zhengmin. Firecrackers were lit.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound, and everyone thought it was a firecracker being set off outside and ignored it. The next second, the firecrackers exploded in the crowd of people killing pigs. This scared everyone. Sun Zhengmin turned his head and pointed at Han Qian and cursed angrily.

"You little bastard, are you having a seizure?"

At this moment, the fat pig who was pressed on the table suddenly broke free, stood up and rushed towards the door. Everyone screamed, the fat pig rushed over along Sun Zhengmin's crotch, held Sun Zhengmin and headed towards the door. Running, the little brat bent down slightly when passing by Han Qian.

"Taijun~ Bye, let's work!"

"Han Qian ah ah ah ah, don't let me catch you 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! Hurry up!"

Han Qian, who was riding a horse, laughed.

"Why are you in a hurry? Let's play for a while. Uncle Sun, let me ask you something. Did Li Wei call you?"

"Hit, beat, beat! He's coming today too!"

"Let me think about it!"

"You thought about farting!"

Han Qian smiled.

"The only way is if I shoot it and destroy it, but I don't dare."

"You shoot!"

"I don't have a gun!"

Just as the two were talking, an arrow suddenly penetrated the fat pig's head. The fat pig died on the spot. Sun Zhengmin fell to the ground with a thud. Han Qian turned his head and looked at the man standing on the roof not far away. Old man.

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 long period of remote phone inquiries, he determined that his arm was dislocated and he could just break it off.

Then a rather pleasant scene appeared in the Han family.

There were no pigs on the table. Sun Zhengmin was lying on the table, and the big guys were trying to figure out how to reattach his dislocated arm.

Qin Yaozu stood aside and looked at Sun Zhengmin with his head down, his eyes strange and he whispered.

"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 is 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 arms are good, and I'll be the first to hit you! I came to your house to celebrate the New Year, and you let me ride a pig around? Your father is also sick, so he's not afraid of an arrow. Shoot me to death?”

Han Qian lowered his head and said weakly.

"No one else has received 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. Looking at the group of people around the table, Yan Qingqing frowned and said irritably.

"It's so strenuous."

After saying this, 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 take so much trouble? This thing just cuts your 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! You think you are Fu Dong!"