Early in the morning, Zhou Shumei ran over to Song Xuan in a panic and pulled her towards the entrance of the village.

"Hurry, hurry. If we're late, the tractor will leave …"

When she arrived, panting, she realized that the tractor had not left yet. Zhou Shumei patted her chest in relief.

Then, she saw that the driver was actually Yu Zhidong?

He had one foot on the steering wheel and was talking to Zhou Xiaofeng with a frown on his face. He looked impatient.

Zhou Shumei did not dare to dawdle. She pulled Song Xuan and tried to squeeze into the car.

Song Xuan flinched when she saw that the back of the car was full of people.

"Shumei, why don't you take a seat?

I'll just walk there. "

"It's tiring to walk. It's dozens of miles away." Zhou Shumei was unwilling. "Oh, it's okay. We'll be free after we squeeze in."

Yu Zhidong sat in the front and kicked Zhou Xiaofeng. "Get down and sit in the back."

"Why?

There are so many people in the back … "Zhou Xiaofeng did not dare to say the rest of his words under Yu Zhidong's fierce gaze. He felt that if he continued, Brother Yu would make him speechless for the rest of his life.

He slowly got down from the front of the car and muttered, "It's such a big place. You can't even sit in the whole car … I used to sit here …"

Zhou Xiaofeng had yet to find a place to sit when he heard Brother Yu's voice.

"There's no one sitting in the front. Come and sit here!"

Zhou Xiaofeng felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck his head. Who was that?

Who was so cold-blooded to get rid of him?

Why was there no one sitting here now?

Song Xuan looked at Zhou Xiaofeng in confusion. Yu Zhidong was not guilty at all. "He doesn't like to sit here. He likes to squeeze with others. He has a lot of problems!"

Zhou Xiaofeng opened his mouth and was about to shout, but he was frozen in place by a cold and ruthless person.

When Song Xuan looked at him, he explained dryly, "Well, I just don't like sitting there … I just want to squeeze with others …"

Song Xuan didn't know what was going on. He held Zhou Shumei's hand and wanted to sit in the front. Who knew that Zhou Shumei would act as if she had seen a ghost. She refused to sit so close to Yu Zhidong and insisted on squeezing to the back.

Song Xuan was a little confused, but he didn't want to force her, so he went alone.

There were already enough people in the carriage, so they weren't too happy to have two more people suddenly squeeze in. However, Yu Zhidong's fierce reputation was out there, so no one dared to say much. They reluctantly made room for two more people.

…

While Yu Zhidong was racking his brains to find a topic to talk about, he heard the little girl say in a small voice, "Thank you."

Yu Zhidong tilted his head. "?"

Song Xuan was amused by Yu Zhidong's puzzled look. "It's about what happened yesterday. Thank you and your friend."

Yu Zhidong looked at the little girl smiling at him. His heart was pounding. After a while, he turned his head and stammered, "It's … it's nothing. I just don't like that bastard. No … no, I mean, I don't like Zhao Wencai."

Song Xuan burst out laughing. Looking at the person in front of him, he didn't look like the ruthless hooligan that other people described at all.

The road was paved with dirt. Not only was the sky full of dust, but there were also potholes everywhere. Song Xuan was sitting on a small handlebar. She had been holding on to it with all her might, but after passing through a pothole, she still felt like she was going to fly.

There was another big pothole in front of them. Song Xuan wailed in her heart. Yu Zhidong suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his left arm.

"Why don't you hold on to me first?

The road ahead is even harder to walk. "

Yu Zhidong acted as if nothing had happened, as if he was just casually explaining. However, his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

The little girl obediently said, "Oh." Then she said in a small voice, "Thank you!"

Yu Zhidong cleared his throat. "It's … it's nothing. Just hold on tight."

…

When they arrived in town, Song Xuan thanked him again and turned to get out of the car.

"If you're done shopping later, come over. I … uh, the car is waiting here." Seeing this, a certain someone hurriedly grabbed the little girl's arm and said some nonsense.

"Okay, got it," Song Xuan blinked and replied. Then she looked down at the large hand that was grabbing her arm.

Yu Zhidong immediately let go of her arm as if he had been stung by a scorpion. "… then hurry up and go. Don't be late …"

"Huahua, you're amazing!

You actually dared to get so close to Yu Zhidong … "Zhou Shumei let out an exaggerated exclamation.

"I don't think he's as exaggerated as you make him out to be!" Song Xuan retorted first and then muttered softly, "I think he's quite a nice person …"

"What did you say?"

Zhou Shumei looked at Song Xuan and asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

Song Xuan shook her head and then suddenly thought of something. "By the way, Shumei, do you know where the post office is?

I want to send a letter home. "

"I know. Let's go. I'll take you there."

After getting out of the car, Yu Zhidong still hadn't recovered from the shock. He unconsciously rubbed his hands together as if there was still a delicate touch on them.

"Brother Yu, why don't we go look for Qiang Zi later?

I haven't seen that fellow in a long time since I saw him at his wedding … Brother Yu, Brother Yu? "

Zhou Xiaofeng talked for a long time, but no one responded to him. He tilted his head and saw a certain village bully that no one dared to provoke, grinning like a fool and staring straight at his hands.

Zhou Xiaofeng thought it was something good and curiously went over to take a look. "Brother Yu, what are you looking at?

What's in your hands? "

Yu Zhidong came back to his senses and glanced at this idiot. He couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Zhou Xiaofeng was a ten-thousand-year-old bachelor who didn't even have a wife. He wouldn't understand him!

Zhou Xiaofeng couldn't understand the look in his Brother Yu's eyes just now. It seemed like sympathy?

… Whatever. "Brother Yu, are we going or not?"

"Where are we going?"

"Qiang Zi's house. I've been talking for a long time. Didn't you hear me?"

"Why are we going to Qiang Zi's house?" Yu Zhidong didn't want to go. He wanted to buy rice for the little girl.

"We're going to laugh at that fellow. Didn't he say that he wouldn't get married even if he died?

But last time, I heard Dong Guoxing talk about this fellow. Now, he's listening to his wife. He says he'll go east and never go west … "Zhou Xiaofeng was in high spirits." I'm going to laugh at that fellow. Who was the one who said that he would teach his wife a lesson after he got married? I want to see who's teaching who a lesson now! "

Yu Zhidong said coldly, "You don't even have a wife, and you still have the cheek to laugh at others?"

Zhou Xiaofeng looked frightened. "Brother Yu, what did you say?

That's not what you said before!

Didn't you say that women are so ugly, not even as good-looking as you, and that they'll never get married even if they die? "

Yu Zhidong cleared his throat. "When did I say that?

I don't even know myself?

Don't f * cking talk nonsense! "

Zhou Xiaofeng said, "That's impossible. You must have said that before. Last time, when my aunt said she wanted to introduce you to a girl, you almost made that girl cry …"

Yu Zhidong cracked his knuckles. "Zhou Xiaofeng?

I dare you to say that one more time … "

After teaching a certain person a lesson, Yu Zhidong took Zhou Xiaofeng to look for Wang Qiang. Because among his good buddies, only Wang Qiang was married and had a wife, it was a good opportunity to ask this fellow what young girls liked these days.

After leaving the post office, Song Xuan went straight to the supply and demand cooperative. Since he had already talked things over with Hu Mengyun, Song Xuan couldn't be bothered to argue with her over such trivial matters. He might as well buy all the daily necessities today.

Sure enough, shopping was a woman's nature. The two of them came out of the supply and demand cooperative empty-handed, each carrying a large bag of things. They were so tired that they were panting.

Song Xuan was dead tired. He said weakly to the excited Zhou Shumei, "Shumei, let's find a place to eat!

We can take a break. "

Zhou Shumei waved her hand. "Why should we rest? I'm not tired at all. The food in the restaurant is expensive. Let's go home and eat!"

Song Xuan saw that Zhou Shumei had come to look for him early in the morning. Now that he had bought so many things and she was still accompanying him, he felt really bad if he didn't treat her to a meal.

He insisted on acting coquettishly and shamelessly dragged her to a restaurant.

…

In a shop that sold clothes.

Three people stood in front of the counter with fierce looks on their faces. They didn't look like they were looking at clothes, but more like they were looking at enemies who had stolen their wives.

Yu Zhidong looked at them for a while and asked hesitantly, "Is this it?" He pointed to a pile of colorful clothes.

"Yeah, that's it," Qiang Zi said affirmatively.

"Two days ago, my wife kept making a fuss about buying new clothes. It's just that I haven't had the time to buy them because I'm a little short on cash these days.

It's definitely right to buy clothes. "

Zhou Xiaofeng also said, "I also think it's right to buy clothes. My fourth uncle's little cousin is just a little brat. All she knows is how to show off." He even nodded after he finished speaking.

No matter how capable Little Brat Yu was, he was still an old single dog who had never been in a relationship before. This was the first time in more than twenty years that he had experienced feelings of love.

He also didn't have any experience in pleasing young girls.

Therefore, even though he was skeptical of the opinions of his two scoundrel friends, he had no other choice now.

"Then why don't we buy all of them?" Little Brat Yu pointed at the dozen or so clothes in the room in an overbearing manner.

Zhou Xiaofeng and Qiang Zi looked at him as if they were looking at an alien. Their eyes clearly said, "Are you crazy?"

Yu Zhidong frowned when he saw their straightforward expressions. He said impatiently, "Then what should we do?

I don't know which one looks better, so we might as well buy them all! "

Zhou Xiaofeng and Wang Qiang disliked Yu Zhidong for being too prodigal. The two of them picked and picked and discussed in low voices for a long time before finally deciding on a piece of clothing.

It was a bright red jacket with large yellow flowers embroidered on the hem. Oh, there were also a few brightly colored butterflies.

The entire piece of clothing gave off an indescribable feeling.

Yu Zhidong felt a little strange when he saw the clothes the two of them brought over. However, the two of them looked very confident, so he half-believed and half-doubted them.

He said to the salesperson, "We'll buy this. Give me a bag."

The salesperson, who had been trembling ever since they walked in, immediately took out a bag to pack the clothes and gave them the change when she heard this. Her usual arrogance and rudeness were nowhere to be seen.

The salesperson was very happy that she could finally sell this piece of clothing that she had been unable to sell for a few years.

At the same time, she was worried. After all, these people didn't look like people to be trifled with. If they went home and weren't satisfied, would they come back to cause trouble?

After thinking about it for a long time, she was still afraid that they would come back and cause trouble, so she said, "This piece of clothing can't be returned. You have to think carefully."

Yu Zhidong didn't take it seriously at all. He thought that the salesperson meant, "This piece of clothing can't be returned." He didn't intend to return it, so he casually replied, "Okay."

After they walked out of the door, Yu Zhidong swung the bag in his hand and walked in front carelessly.

The two people who followed behind him finally realized why Brother Yu had been asking about girls all morning and even wanted to buy women's clothes.

The two of them looked at each other and hurriedly rushed up to ask.

"Brother Yu, who are you buying this piece of clothing for?

For Sister Huiying or Sister Huiqiao? "

Zhou Xiaofeng guessed at first, but then immediately denied it. "Impossible. How can you be such a conscientious person?"

Qiang Zi laughed when he heard this. Then, he pretended to be serious and said to Zhou Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, how can you say that?

Why are you speaking the truth?

… Hahahahaha. "

Yu Zhidong felt that he had solved a big problem. He wasn't angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense!

I'm telling you two, this is for your sister-in-law. "

Zhou Xiaofeng, "…???"

Wang Qiang, "…???"