Datang broom star

More than a dozen men were sitting and resting by the field. They wore bamboo hats and their upper bodies were naked, chatting gossip happily.

A man saw Jia Ping'an and rushed over suddenly.

I go!

Jia Pingan's first reaction was that the small circle sent someone to assassinate him, so he subconsciously kicked the man away.

The man threw himself down, not to fight again, but knelt down and shouted: "Jia Langjun kicked well, Jia Langjun kicked well."

Is this stuff crazy?

Jia Ping took a step back, ready to call his cousin to rescue him.

The man kowtowed, "If it wasn't for Mr. Jia Lang, I'm afraid I would have died in Yongzhou Prison. The whole Yang family is grateful, so I kowtowed."

He kowtowed hard, making a small hole in the ground.

"It's Yang Song?" Jia Pingan was a little embarrassed, and hurried over to help him up.

Yang Song broke free, "My son's head is still unknocked, Mr. Jia Lang wait a moment."

This honest man actually kowtowed on behalf of the whole family, one for each person.

But he forgot himself.

Jia Pingan's cheeks twitched, "It's not a big deal, it doesn't need to be."

Yang Song got up and said, "If you're in prison, don't think about getting out even if you're innocent. Don't talk about hard labor for half a year, and work for the government for half a year. But a certain family is poor. If so, the family may starve to death."

Jia Pingan walked in front, and saw his cousin's wretched and heroic appearance not far away.

More than a dozen girls were playing and playing in the field, and their laughter filled the ground.

And Yang Deli was ten steps away, looking like a gentleman.But when the girls turned their backs to him, those two eyes, like searchlights, quickly swept across the girls' lower thirds.

Big ass!

His eyes lit up, and then he took a few steps forward, but stared at a girl who was looking at the size of the plate.

Is this going to get started?

"Actually, women don't look good with big butts." Jia Pingan couldn't understand Jia's mother's thoughts, let alone his cousin's obsession.

"Yes! Mr. Jia Lang, good opinion." Yang Song pointed to the front left and said, "Mr. Jia Lang, what is that? Your iron-eating beast has come out."

Just behind Yang Deli, a round thing was rolling.

"Ah Fu!" Jia Pingan yelled, and rescued his impulsive cousin by the way.

Ah Fu raised his head, joyfully began to speed up.

Hey!

Jia Pingan picked up Ah Fu and felt a little heavier.

"Hey!" Ah Fu habitually pawed at his chest, ready to swing.

"I have no breasts!" Jia Pingan carried it on his shoulders, and Yang Deli, who was upset, came over.

"That woman's butt is big, you came here just as soon as I wanted to try it."

But if you touch her butt, do you think she can still marry me?

A scene appeared before Jia Pingan's eyes: Yang Deli went to touch the girl's butt, someone shouted insults, a group of men flocked to him, beat him up violently, and then forced Yang Deli to marry the girl, and his enemies became relatives.

When he got home, Jia Pingan found a few books and sat in the yard to read them slowly.

Yang Deli didn't know what to do in the kitchen, the kitchen knife was chopping loudly.

Ah Fu ran away at some point.

"what"

There was a sudden exclamation in the kitchen, Jia Pingan dropped the book and rushed in, and saw Yang Deli holding his left hand, the index finger was bloody, and the blood kept flowing down

Yang Deli was stunned.

Jia Ping'an was also stunned.

What about the son of luck?

What about luck?

Yang Deli murmured: "Except for being punched by Muramasa last time, I have never been injured before!"

In the corner of the kitchen, Ah Fu slowly rolled out.

Yang Deli felt sad, "A certain person was abandoned by the gods."

"Cousin, men have a few days every month."

"Really?" Yang Deli was dubious.

He accidentally touched the kitchen knife on the chopping board, and the kitchen knife slipped down, rubbed Yang Deli's calf and plunged into the ground.

"Aunt" Yang Deli, who was ecstatic, felt that his luck had returned, and hurried to report to his aunt.

"Auntie, it's just good luck to come to the Jia family. Without this luck, I'm worried that I will be killed by Ping An."

The cry was miserable, and Jia Pingan was speechless.

After leaving the kitchen, Ah Fu, who was lying sprawled under the eaves, called out.

Ah Fu, where is the shame of the national treasure?

"Is the master here?"

Someone outside is calling the door.

"Hey!"

Ah Fu tried his best to turn over, and then quickly crawled towards the gate.

When it reached the gate, it stood upright and slapped the door.

Uh!

This is a panda?