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Chapter 30 Chapter 030: I almost fell into the mud


The man scratched his hair, his facial features were a little distorted, and he replied with some distress: "Uncle, what you said is right If I hadn't been able to control this mouth that loves to drink, I wouldn't have fallen to this point today, as long as I can get better, in the future, even if I am killed, I will never touch that horse urine again."

Uncle and grandfather used the mane whip in his hand, and whipped the mule, who had been diligently pulling the cart, and said with some displeasure in his mouth: "What you say, tell my old man, fart is useless before, when your parents were alive, I persuaded you all day long If you don't beat your daughter-in-law as soon as you pour horse urine, your daughter-in-law can run away."

The aunt and uncle on the side followed and took the words, "It's just that if you don't drink that little bit of horse urine, don't die by yourself, you can have such a good home today, let you drink it all away, you can do it."

The man was counted down by two elders from the same village, men and women, and the expression on his face froze uncomfortably, but he himself was so virtuous, where did he dare to fight back, he could only swallow it in his stomach, and the uncomfortable force was in his lungs.

The grandmother, who had not spoken, frowned, analyzing the situation of this man named Dezi, and always felt that what he said would not make him so miserable, and there should be other problems.

"Your name is Deko, isn't it?"

asked the grandmother.

"Yes, yes, auntie, just call me Dezi" The man saw that his grandmother finally spoke to him, and was a little flattered, and replied cautiously.

"Listening to what you just told me, I feel that something doesn't seem to make sure you haven't forgotten something."

"Forget what to forget" The man was a little puzzled, repeating what his grandmother asked him.

Uncle and grandfather, seeing that grandma finally opened her mouth, neither of them counted down the man named Dezi, but just listened quietly and waited for the following.

Because at the beginning, I made a mistake when I got in the car, and I kept a posture, like a shrimp, arched in my grandmother's arms, and my grandmother pulled me out for a long time, but she didn't succeed in pulling me out.

Now, because of the arched posture for a long time, I feel that my back and both legs are starting to go numb and swollen, especially the two legs, as if there are countless needles pricking me.

I moved my stiff body, withdrew from my grandmother's arms, grabbed my hairy hair with my hand, and sat up straight again, allowing myself to be temporarily relieved by my somewhat paralyzed body.

I deliberately didn't look at my grandmother's eyes, but stared straight at the dirty man sitting opposite me, he was a little stunned by my staring, and on his dark face, the two godless eyes that could finally be seen were stared at by me, staring directly at his own toes.

Seeing that he didn't speak again, his aunt just wanted to open his mouth to count him, but who knows, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and raised his head suddenly.

This was a good thing, because I had been staring at him, and he suddenly stared back, and I didn't react at all, and fell straight down the back of the mule cart.

Fortunately, my grandmother's eyes were quick, and she lifted me up and pressed me back to my seat, my little heart was pounding, and my hand touched my chest one by one.

My eyes were fixed on the hateful man across from me, and if he hadn't suddenly scared me, I would have almost rolled under the car like a ball and fell into the mud aa2705221: