A copper plate in this era, and modern a dollar, can buy a large meat bun, two white bread, four brown bread, save a little, enough for the baby's ration for a day, for the door of Liu's, is a rare "big pen".

“Long enough...”

The small pillar grabbed the head, suddenly did not know how to describe it, did not say a complete word for half a day.

“Oh, you bastard, what’s so bad for you to say?”

Liu followed in a hurry, the hard expenses of this copper plate were spent, and the overall result was known.

“Isn’t that kind of cute?”

Li Haitang felt that the rice grain shop treasurer has more oil and water, since it can be able to afford to wait for the maid, it will not be too bad, at least the white lady.

The little pillar shook his head, and the expression seemed a little strange.

“What is that?”

Now, Liu was more curious, and the small pillar went for nearly a quarter of an hour, so long, I must see the whole picture of the bride.

"I saw the bridegroom enter the new house, so I couldn't speak on the window."

The little pillar was seven or eight years old, and he had a little confusion about the marriage, and his mother said that when he grew up, he would marry a good-looking daughter-in-law in ten miles and eight villages.

"Oh?"What did you say?”

Liu is a copper plate meat pain, heard this, immediately and hit the chicken blood general excited, pull the small pillar to stand under the root of the wall, put up your ears, follow the good seduction, "you learn again."

“Fiber, wife is like that, husband wants nothing!”

The small pillar suddenly pointed to Liu's, dry back a word, of course, so cunning, for him who does not know the big word, simply do not understand what it means.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Li Haitang almost smiled, brought a cut of the background music, imagine the appearance of Sun Shiren, she rubbed her stomach, told herself to calm down, now there is no time to laugh at others, after all, she is not a free body.

“The son of the widow of the widow is satisfied with the wife of the rice-grained shop-in-chief.”

Liu is an adult, this sentence, the frequency of the show singing, she can generally understand.

“What is the bride, do you see the face?”

Is the son of the widow of the Sun more beautiful than her niece Haitang?This, Liu, is a little unrecipidal.

Li Haitang's appearance is not like Li's family, but her dead mother is generally the same, and even more beautiful, even if wearing a patched clothes, it is difficult to hide the style.

Arguably, such a beautiful daughter, should have long been supposed to discuss her family, but the village people are very duty-bound, old-fashioned, feel that if the son marries a beautiful daughter-in-law, the son gets five fans, and centrifugs with his family.

In addition, Li Haitang fine skin tender meat, unlike a person who can do life, if you marry into the door, it is like inviting a big Buddha, you must have to provide, who does not want to raise a person who eats leisurely food.

“Why don’t you talk to, you can say like anyone!”

Liu's rush to stow his feet, she really wanted to hear the following, the little pillar face holding red, can not find an adjective, let her anxiously shoot straight thighs, "for example, like me, or like your mother, or..."

“Like... like my father!”

The little pillar crooked his head, thought about it, and finally gave a positive conclusion.

“Coughing cough!”

Liu was making swallowing movements, almost choked by her own mouth, she used her hands to smooth her chest, and then took her ears, thinking that she had heard wrong, and cried out, "What?“Like your father?”