Zhao'er thought that the matter was settled, and Xue Tingxiang was only entangled in those few questions, but who ever thought that he would not leave.
Not only did he not leave, but it seemed that he was drinking too much at this moment, and he seemed very leisurely.
He groped behind her, sometimes pinching her earlobes, and sometimes blowing on her neck. Zhao'er is familiar with Xue Tingyan's temperament, so he must be thinking of nothing good.
But she couldn't say anything clearly, this fellow is too cunning, if she honestly said what she said in her heart, he would definitely say that she was thinking something wrong. Whatever she does after that must be 'as she wants', anyway, in the end, she must be deceived and lost, and she has to get a name. How could Zhao'er be willing to do what he wanted.
She could only use Hong'er as an excuse to let him go back to the room to have a look, and said some trivial things. For example, if he drank, he definitely didn't eat, and Hong'er didn't eat either. It's okay for adults. The baby can't be hungry.
In fact, I said so much, I just wanted to imply to him that she was going to cook, so that he should not provoke her.
But she forgot that Xue Tingxiang was the best at pretending to be stupid. Natural soldiers came to block the water and cover the soil, saying that he was not hungry at the moment, and Hong'er had eaten something. The implication was that she could cook or not.
"Even if you don't eat it, I still eat it."
"Then do it." Xue Tingxiang spoke very well.
But he is like this, what does she do? !
Zhao'er felt a hand moving around her waist, and at this moment it slipped down again. She finally couldn't help it and held his hand.
"Stop making trouble." Her voice was hurried and pleading.
"I didn't make trouble." Xue Tingxiang's voice was innocent. After a pause, he said again, "I'm serious."
When he said this, his face was leaning against her neck, as if whispering. The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and the orange jumping flames were reflected on the wall, which filled the room with warmth, and an ambiguous air flowed and rolled around invisibly.
Xue Tingxiang's voice was low and magnetic: "In the past, Datian and the others lived with us, but now Datian Ajian and the others have all moved away, and the little things have fallen asleep. Such a rare opportunity..."
Zhao'er subconsciously kept his voice very low: "That shouldn't be here! Can you think of it, wait for a while to eat, and put Hong'er to sleep before..."
"no."
When he hooked his fingers, something fell from the skirt, Zhao'er subconsciously bent over to get it, but was clamped by the waist.
"I can not wait anymore."
…
It was a hot day in June, but because of the wind, and the stove door was not closed, every now and then a gust of wind came in from outside the door.
The night was quiet, and there were crickets chirping in the yard.
The coolness under Zhao'er's skirt made her want to squeeze her legs.
Faster than below was Xue Tingxiang's hand on his chest. In the summer, he was already wearing thin clothes, so Zhao'er wore a bean-green summer shirt, and there was no middle shirt under the soft fabric. Now the front of the shirt was pulled open, revealing the belly pocket with lotus-colored lotus flowers inside.
Xue Tingxiang bit her earlobe, and his slender big palm got in from the lower edge of the belly pocket.
is the left hand.
Although he doesn't do any rough work, his palms are soft because he practiced calligraphy all the year round, but there are thin calluses under a few finger pulps, especially the index finger, middle finger and thumb. The calluses are thicker than other places.
Zhao'er felt an electric current meandering all the way up him, staying at the top. He twisted it, then went down again, dragged the round bottom half and weighed it, and said, "Look, it's so big."
She followed what he said, and saw that her plump and huge breast was being dragged by him, and the red and bright little tip was tilted up, trembling, as if begging for pity and pain. pity.
"What a poor little thing, do you want me to eat it..." He said in a low voice, teasing with his calloused fingertips, twisting and rubbing, a numbness zigzagging along the way. On the way, Zhao'er had a feeling of numbness in her scalp, that is, while breathing, she felt that the nipples were as hard as small stones.
At this time, she no longer hoped that he would let her go, so she begged him: "Then let's go back to the room."
He chuckled and said, "Look at the moonlight outside, such a beautiful sight, and a great joy in life, why should you stick to where?"
Zhao'er couldn't see that the moonlight was just right, and she felt that at some point there was a hard and huge giant that squeezed into the hollow between her legs through her skirt. She had subconsciously ducked forward, but she just followed his wishes and squeezed in against the waist-high chopping board.
He pushed forward and backed up.
"Zhao'er, you are so wet..."
Zhao'er's breathing was already chaotic, and she whispered, "That's sweat, it's too hot today..."
He made a skeptical nasal sound, didn't speak, and pushed back and forth twice: "Then I have to work harder. If you don't get water, how can you want me to enter you."
Zhao'er was embarrassed, cleared his throat, and said in a panic, "I didn't want you to join me, you had to do it."
"You really don't want to?"
"I really don't want to." Zhao'er shook his head, as if emphasizing what he said.
Xue Tingyan didn't say a word, just held her waist and gently pushed it up.
Today, he is less hurried and more leisurely. Like a faithful old ox, plowing the fertile land beneath him, stubborn and firm.
The huge dragon pounded on the tender petals through a layer of cloth. The cloth was moistened, and it seemed that it didn't hinder anything. On the contrary, the texture of the cloth added a bit of pleasure. Zhao'er held his breath, and every time he felt like he was about to rush in, he always rubbed past. The pleasure was accumulating, and even a little sweat dripped from her exposed skin, which flowed down.
She gritted her teeth, held on to the chopping board, and desperately resisted the urge to think her legs were soft. The lower abdomen is swollen and sour, as if it is full of water, and it feels like the water will flow out in an instant.
"Zhao'er, you are sucking me, do you want me in?" In the silence, he suddenly chuckled.
"No, no..."
"Really?" As he said, he slammed it twice, and Zhao'er saw colorful fireworks burst out in front of him, but the fireworks fell down before they took off.
It wasn't enough, it was almost, she subconsciously wriggled her hungry lower abdomen, and her buttocks tugged back twice unconsciously. The feeling came back, but it wasn't enough.
"Why don't you come in?"
"You want me to join you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, because you are still a scholar, how can you speak so rudely."
"Then what do you want to hear from me?" His mouth was close to her ear, almost whispering, "Fucking, Niong?"
'Ri Nong' is the local dialect of Yuqing Village, and it is also a swear word. When Zhao'er was very young, he listened to those men laughing and scolding each other and saying that he would frustrate your daughter-in-law. Every time someone said this, the people on the side would always laugh out loud, as if it was some kind of fun.
In the past, she knew only a little, but she knew it was not a good word anyway. Later, after she got married, she realized that it was such a trick.
Zhao'er couldn't help but think of the previous scenes. He was so cruel to her, like a wolf cub, as if he was going to tear her apart.
The two of them fit so well, only the last layer of veil was needed, so naturally they knew each other's reactions. Xue Tingxiang clearly felt that when he said this, her place was hot and hot, and she even squirmed and sucked him several times. He smiled lowly: "I didn't expect Zhao'er to like this, so do you like me teasing you every day?"
Do you like me playing with you every day
With these words, Zhao'er's mind exploded.
Her body exploded together, she only felt a chill, and something rushed in. She couldn't catch it in one breath, and hung up for a while.
Then came a gust of wind and rain.
…
Zhao'er held on to the chopping board weakly, enduring the impact from behind.
The fair-skinned buttocks were shivering when hit, and the juicy giant brought out a lot of kinky water and meandered down her legs. The slender white palms rubbed the reddish breast meat, kept squeezing and kneading, kneading the two soft meats into shape, no matter how they didn't want to lose their hands.
She couldn't breathe, and a small moan came out of her throat: "Good dog, slow down..."
"Do you want me to be slow or fast?"
"I don't know, I don't know... you stop, I can't stand it..."
"Zhao'er just likes duplicity. Every time he says he can't stand it, he sucks me every time without losing it."
It seems that Xue Tingxiang's tone is leisurely, but in fact he has blue veins on his forehead. At this time, he doesn't have the gentle and elegant appearance of the past, but he looks like a red-eyed beast. Feeling that the suction inside was getting stronger and stronger, he suddenly withdrew, turned her over, and the two faced each other.
Zhao'er was dragged against the chopping board by him, and with the movements of the two, the chopping board made of wood made a pitiful creak.
Xue Tingxiang looked down at the intersection of the two, the bright red petals were ravaged into a mess, and a red-purple giant went in and out. With his movements, the tender flesh with bright red was brought out, and immediately slammed into it with his ruthless pounding.
When I went to see her again, I saw that her originally clear almond eyes were blurred, and she was a little less hearty and a little more charming than before. That charm is in the bones, ordinary people can't see it, just like her now, almond eyes are half-closed, the ends of the eyes are upturned, and there seems to be a puddle of water in the pupils, which will drown him in an instant.
"Zhao'er is really greedy, I can't wait to chew me off."
This time, he couldn't help it, and after pouting a few mouthfuls, he softly begged him: "Hurry up, if Hong'er wakes up..."
"That kid slept like a piglet and won't wake up."
At this moment, a little man rubbed his eyes and came to the door: "What are you doing, father and mother?"
Zhao'er was frightened and was busy struggling on Xue Tingxiang, but it was precisely such a strange angle that made the two of them reach that ineffable situation at the same time.
She was shivering, almost crying, and wanted to jump off. Still Xue Tingxiang was calm enough to pull down her skirt without a trace, then turned to his son and said, "Your mother is fascinated, I'll give her a blow."
The lights in the kitchen room were already dim, and the children knew what to do. Seeing that they did look like when Dad blew his mother's eyes every time, he didn't ask any more strange questions.
Hong'er rubbed her chubby belly and said, "Mother, I'm hungry."
"The meal will be ready soon, and you can eat it later."
As Zhao'er stood up straight, a strange voice sounded. She almost didn't fall out, but fortunately, she had long legs and thin waist, and she could usually do anything up and down the mountain. In addition, Xue Tingyan pulled her, and Xuanxuan stopped.
At this moment, there was a crackling sound in the stove, and her heart finally relaxed.
Hong'er came closer and pointed to the dry black charcoal in the stove: "Mother, why did the fire go out when you were cooking?"
"Uh, because this dish is already cooked, the fire will naturally go out. Hong'er, it's smoky here, I'll ask your father to take you back to the house, and you'll be able to eat later." Zhao'er There was a suspicious blush on his face.
"I'll make a fire for my mother." The diligent and filial little Hong'er wanted to sit down on the little tumbler in front of the stove, but was picked up by his father.
"Okay, let your mother cook, let's go back to the house."
"Fire."
"Don't burn fire, wait for you to grow up and then burn fire for mother."
Seeing that he finally coaxed his son away, Zhao'er gave him a hard look at the back, and hurriedly turned around to clean up himself.
Zhao'er was angry all night and didn't forgive him until the next morning.
She also had to forgive him, this fellow was too rascal, he just couldn't get up from the bed. Not only did he not get up by himself, but he also did not let her get up. Then the family of three dawdled on the kang until three poles in the sun.
Xue Tingxiang said that he was fine today, and he went to the Qionglin Banquet the day after tomorrow, and he would only be busy after attending the Qionglin Banquet, so he was very busy these two days.
Zhao'er simply didn't even cook, and the family of three went out to eat.
There are many stalls and shops for breakfast in Mishikou, but without the top-ranking uniform, Xue Tingxiang is a scholar with a gentle appearance.
This is the explanation given by Xue Tingxiang. Zhao'er was worried that he would be recognized, but since he said so, she listened.
Honger wanted to eat wontons. When he arrived at a wonton stall, Xue Tingxiang went to tell the boss about three bowls of chicken soup wontons. The boss looked at him and said with some doubts: "Why do I think my little brother looks a bit like that champion?"
Xue Tingxiang blinked, and said nonsense without blushing: "You look like me? Don't say that there are many people who have told me this in the past two days. If I were the champion, would I be able to come to such a small stall to eat wontons?"
The boss was not angry either, nodded in agreement and said, "Don't say it, Duke Zhuang Yuan can't come either."
When Xue Tingxiang came to Zhao'er and sat down, Zhao'er looked at him and pursed his lips and smiled. Even Hong'er laughed. When he came out, his mother explained to him that he couldn't say that his father was the champion of the first prize in front of outsiders, otherwise he would not be able to go out to play.
For a baby of Hong'er's age, not being able to play is a very serious matter, so she naturally closed her mouth tightly.
After the family of three finished eating the wontons, they went to Renshi.
The so-called human market is actually a place where people are bought and sold, but it is not obvious that it is selling people.
But for all the locals in the capital, no one does not know this place, but no one cares, and over time the common people also regard it as normal. You can often see people who sell their own grass in the market, all of whom are too poor to live, so they can only sell people.
Especially when disasters occur in Hebei, Henan, and Shandong, the capital will be overcrowded. And the population is very cheap. Every time at this time, it is the time when all the prefectures buy people wantonly.
In fact, Zhao'er didn't want to come to such a place, so Xue Tingxiang told her before, and she never did it. Now that it is too late to drag on, it is proposed to come to the market.
But she still imagined the situation here too well.
As the sun climbed, it was getting hotter and hotter.
Zhao'er held Hong'er in his hand, while Xue Tingxiang held a paper umbrella beside her. Although it can't solve any problem, it can block the sun somewhat, and Zhao'er's eyes are on the person kneeling under the low and dilapidated eaves.
In fact, being able to kneel under the eaves is considered a very good treatment. Zhao'er noticed that only those who looked very weak were allowed to lie under the eaves, while the others were kneeling under the open air and exposed to the scorching sun.
They were dirty and smelly, skinny and skinny, and their lips were dry. People who didn't know they thought they were in purgatory on earth.
Zhao'er just went to block Hong'er's eyes, but Xue Tingxiang took the initiative to step forward and asked, "This eldest brother, I remember that there are usually not so many people in the market, how can there be so many people suddenly?"
That private tooth didn't want to hide it from him, maybe it was a routine, and he said with a frown: "You probably don't know, little brother, there is a flood in Henan, and many people's houses have been washed away. This is not true. If I can’t survive, I will sell people. I am a kind person, and I don’t see people begging. If I spend some money to buy them, maybe I can save my family.”
Xue Tingxiang did not speak, but turned to look at those people.
Seeing that he seemed to be interested, I hurriedly approached him and said, "This little brother, do you want to sell people? Buy it, don't worry, they are all sincere country people, and they can help you work hard if you give them food. It's not too expensive, five taels for one, you can see, usually a strong man like this has to sell for one or twenty taels. No, I really can't stand it here, so I just want to sell it for a cheaper price. Find a way out for them."
Seeing that Xue Tingxiang not only looked at the people in his family, but also cast his eyes on the other side. He was afraid that the business would run away, so he hurriedly said: "I'll give you one or two less, four or two! You can choose four or two, and you can choose whichever you like. Which go back."
Zhao'er was impetuous and couldn't help but said, "Ting Yan, let's go, I don't want to stay here anymore."
This private tooth seems to be humble, and when he talks and smiles, he seems to be a kindhearted person when he speaks. But if you know something, you will know that in these short sentences, he all revealed the meaning of eating human blood steamed buns.
Where were these people bought by him, but they just walked away because of stuttering. Zhao'er didn't dare to look into the eyes of these people. Those people's eyes didn't have the light of living people. Although they were still venting their anger, they seemed to be dead.
Xue Tingxiang came over and said, "What's wrong? I didn't mean to buy someone."
"I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. The smell here is too unpleasant, and Hong'er doesn't like it either. Let's go."
Hong'er looked at her father pitifully, as if she was a little frightened.
Xue Tingxiang sighed and said, "Then let's go."
The private tooth followed and refused to leave: "Little brother, really don't buy one? I'll give you a bargain, three or two! Three or two, do you like it?"
In fact, as Zhao'er thought, these people were all picked up by him in the disaster area, and if they stuttered, someone would go with you. Every time there is a disaster, even the people in the government are not as well informed as these private fangs, and they will rush to the disaster area like locusts.
A business without capital can make money when people get it back.
This private tooth was lucky to go to Henan this time, so he came back first, but he knew that more and more people would come to Beijing in the future, which was the main reason why he would sell it at a lower price. Doing business is risky. If the supply exceeds the demand, these people can only fall into his hands in the end, and they will post rations for nothing every day, so I want to get rid of them quickly.
"Let's not buy it now, you can find someone else to sell it." Zhao'er said.
"I'll give you another price. Twelve or four, the cheapest price. I'm sure you won't get such a cheap price when you travel all over the capital."
Zhao'er's face was tense, and Xue Tingxiang was about to come forward to help her expel people, but who would have wanted to hear her suddenly: "Twelve or five, I want all of you here."
Xue Tingxiang was stunned.
That private tooth was also a little surprised: "Is what you said true?"
"Not false!" Zhao'er gritted his teeth.
There are about forty or fifty people here, twelve or five, that is, about one hundred taels of silver. In fact, the money is not the biggest relationship, but where does such a person get it back
Xue Tingxiang wanted to say something, but he was hesitant to say anything. He understood Zhao'er's character, and it was difficult for anyone to change her decision. Besides, there are not many people in the 40s or 50s, and the two workshops can be put down.
The only request Zhao'er made was to send these people to the place she gave them, which were also the two workshops. Si Ya also agreed, and then saw that he had obtained two broken mule carts from nowhere, and drove these people into the mule carts.
It was obvious that a mule cart would be crowded with ten people, but he was abruptly cramming twenty people. The private tooth also laughed: "Fortunately, there are two carts, so we will go in one trip."
As the victims stood up numbly, a person hiding behind them was exposed.
The man seemed to be badly injured, not only had his face covered with dust, but also seemed to have problems with his legs. The people around him wanted to help him, but they didn't. Plus, private teeth beat them with a whip, so he hurriedly got into the car and let the man fall to the ground.
Xue Tingyan's eyes narrowed. Seeing this, the private teeth were afraid that they would regret it: "You agreed before, 12 or 5, all of them. This person is injured a little bit. I don't have the money to treat him. Look at how big he is. , it must be a strong labor to be cured."
At this time, Xue Tingxiang finally recognized a person from that dirty face—
Hu San.
Why does Hu San appear here