Yang Ritian hummed in a low voice and soon arrived at the east end of the village. He fell in love with the village a little. Although he didn't know why the two women wanted to push him down so anxiously, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

While fantasizing, Yang Ritian unconsciously compared the action of grabbing the milk dragon with his hands.

Only then did he notice that his hands were covered with blood. He touched his nose again. Damn, it was so embarrassing that he actually had a bleeding nose in front of these two women, as if he couldn't stand the temptation.

Yang Ritian found the third house in the east end of the village that Juxiang mentioned, which was Yang's house, and the door was not locked. He walked in and found that it was exactly the same structure as the house where he didn't know whether it was Juxiang or Orchid just now.

But I haven't lived in it for a long time. The dust in the yard is very thick, the doors and windows of the house are also a little rotten, and there are spider webs everywhere.

Fortunately, when Yang Ritian was with his master, he did all the housework himself, otherwise he would have to worry about such a dilapidated yard.

Just as Yang Ritian started to clean up, a vulgar old man stretched his head into the yard gate.

Yang Ritian was startled by this vulgar action. He angrily smashed the broom in his hand towards the vulgar head.

He was also cursing: "Damn it, your mother, don't you know that people are scary?"

The old man touched the hit head, and was not angry. He walked in with a smile, revealing his farmer-style outfit, white cotton cage, black cotton pants, and a pair of black cloth shoes that he hadn't washed for a long time.

"Young man, hasn't your father taught you to respect the elderly and love the young? I'm so old that I'll see what you will do if I get hurt by you."

Yang Ritian is the most unbearable to be taught a lesson. Although the old man was smiling, Yang Ritian felt very uncomfortable: "Have your father taught you that someone would knock on the door when he entered someone else's house?"

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard this, he immediately became energetic and said with a smile: "I am Yang Daniu, the village chief of this widow village. Everyone calls me Lao Yangtou. Not to mention your family, it is your widow's house in this entire village. I never knock on the door if I want to enter."

Yang Ritian was stunned: "Damn, widow village? I don't believe it if I beat you to death. Can you still be widows in this village?"

When Old Yang heard this, he was anxious, as if he was afraid that Yang Ritian would not believe it, and said confidently: "Yes, don't believe it. What I said is true. If you don't believe it, it will be over at noon later. When everyone gets up to work, you can look around. Apart from me, the old man, you must find a person with your surname. "

Seeing that the old man was serious, and thinking about the fairy fighting he had just seen, Yang Ritian believed it seven or eight, but out of an inexplicable annoyance of the old man, Yang Ritian was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took a piece of cake from the cloth bag he brought with him and sat on the ground and started eating.

When the old man saw this attitude, he cursed in his heart, why is this young man not curious at all? He didn't ask me what's going on.

While thinking, he shook his head and sighed again, as if he had something full of money that could not come out and was about to suffocate to death.

Yang Ritian looked funny and asked casually: "Then tell me, what's going on in this widow village?"

The old head Yang then became excited and sat next to Yang Ritian excitedly: "Legendly, this Xiao Wangzhuang is the place where phoenix sleeps. By the way, do you know what phoenix is?"

Hey, I'll go, Yang Ritian resisted the idea of ​​beating him violently and scolded: "You think everyone is as uneducated as you? Tell me quickly, I won't listen if you don't say it anymore."

Old Yang didn't mind whether Yang Ritian was polite, and continued, "This place is covered with the phoenix's yin energy. The women here are very yin energy. If a man does that with them, he will definitely die."

Now Yang Ritian became interested and got up, "Is it true or false? Then all the men in this village are so useless?"

Old Yang looked mysterious: "That's not, none of them survived. Fortunately, I have strong concentration, otherwise I would have farmed for the King of Hell now."

After hearing this, Yang Ritian pursed his lips: "There is a strong sense of concentration. Judging from your thinness, you must have no ability when you were young, so you can live to this day, right?"

Old Yang's head seemed to be seen through. He turned his head with blushing, stood up and patted his butt, and didn't look at Yang Ritian: "I'll leave in advance, you can clean it up slowly by yourself."

After saying that, he hurried out, thinking while walking, you can see, your mother's legs, this is all right. What if it is reported that I, the village chief, can't get involved in Xiaowangzhuang?

When he was about to walk out of the yard, he seemed to remember something again, turned around and shouted at Yang Ritian, "By the way, what are your names? Why did you live in Yang Qianchuan's house?"

Just one sentence made Yang Ritianlei’s outside burn and tender inside. You donkey Ri’s village chief finally remembered to ask this.

Yang Ritian replied angrily: "My name is Yang Ritian. My master and Uncle Yang Qianchuan are good friends. When he was dying, he was afraid that I had no place to go, so he asked me to come here to settle down."

After hearing this, Old Yang felt relieved and left with his hands behind his back.

Yang Ritian stood up and patted his butt like Old Yang's head, and then continued to clean up the place where he was about to live.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Yang Ritian was a little angry, thinking to himself, you old man is still there? Didn’t you see that I’m cleaning up?

He shouted angrily without even looking at it: "I know this time I've knocked on the door. Can you finish talking about anything in one go?"

But there was a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old at the door, instead of the damn old Yang head. The girl asked frankly: "Are you talking about me?"

When Yang Ritian heard this, he said, "It's not right, why is it a woman?" He turned around and looked.

It didn't matter when it seemed that two blood from nose flowed into the mouth along their lips.
Chapter completed!