Chapter 430 As long as you close your eyes, there will be latrines everywhere!
A fence wall and a wooden door. In the huge courtyard, there are two small houses built with wood that can only be seen on TV. They are completely different from the brick and stone houses of other people in the village, but they look particularly different.
Yan Murong complained more than once that you are a stinky old man, and it would be fine if you learn from other heroes to live in seclusion in Taoyuan, why do you even learn from other houses? What era is it now? You still live in a wooden house and a wooden bed. Fence courtyard, can this prevent fire and theft? ---- Besides, there must be no air leakage everywhere in winter to freeze to death.
So, in winter, the old man didn't know where to get a dark iron stove, started to make a fire to keep warm, and sent Yan Murong up the mountain to chop firewood every day.
Yan Murong didn't want to go to the low temperature of minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, but he was worried that he would get frozen if he didn't go, so he went up the mountain with a grievance and took on the important position of chief wood chopper in Xingfu Village for food and clothing.
After a few months, when Yan Murong saw this small courtyard where he had lived for nearly ten years, he sighed and even missed it.
However, he is not worried about hot and cold issues now, but the house is not soundproof. If he does something at night, he will let the old man listen to it.
The gate was relatively small and the wide Mercedes-Benz RV could not be driven into the yard. Several people had to get out of the car, took out a stretcher from the car, carried Dong Wulei into the yard.
"Old man, where are you, old man?" Yan Murong shouted with a loud voice, "I'm coming out to pick up the customers,"
Su Qingwu and Dong Wuyan were shocked. Listening to Yan Murong's words, they remembered the costume TV series, who were both in their forties and fifties, wearing a big red dress, with two pounds of flour on their faces, and holding a small handkerchief in their hands. When he saw a man, he shouted: The kind of profession that the guest official came in and played.
As soon as someone goes in, she will scream the line "Chacha" and pick up the customer, and then the guests will generously take out a ingot of silver and stuff it into her collar.
This profession was called Madam in ancient times. With the changes of the times and the progress of society, people gave this profession a good name - Masan, which sounds so full of maternal love.
Of course, practitioners of this profession are more exposed and younger. The heavy silver has become bright red banknotes. It won’t take up too much space when stuffed into the chest, and it can be stuffed a lot---- -Look, this kind of profession is very suitable for women with big breasts and deep grooves.
Yan Murong shouted twice in a row, and the yard was quiet. Except for the two pigs raised in the pigpen at one end of the yard wall, there was no movement.
"This old man is not at home," Yan Murong muttered, "But why don't you know how to lock the door when you go out?"
"Is there no one?" Su Qingwu asked strangely.
"I guess I've gone up the mountain," Yan Murong thought for a while and said, "Let's go, then she will carry it into my house."
The two wooden houses are ninety degrees long, and I want to rely on them. Needless to say, the main house must be the old man. The smaller one on the side is Yan Murong's.
When I opened the door, everything in the house was revealed to several people.
The cottage of more than ten square meters is clean and extremely simple.
A wooden table, two wooden chairs, and a wooden bed are all the belongings in this room. Apart from a light bulb on the top of your head, I never saw anything that could be powered on.
"Just live here," Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong with surprise on her pretty face and looked at her with disbelief.
She couldn't believe that Yan Murong, as the prince of the Yan family, had a strong and strong red family. In Yanjing, he was the master who ran across the road and no one cared about it. How could he live in such a simple house? , Can people live in this place?
Su Qingwu thought that if the pigpen outside was built with a ceiling, it would probably be no different from the house where Yan Murong lived.
Dong Wuyan also looked at everything in the wooden house with curiosity, his eyes full of doubt, and he didn't ask Yan Murong.
"Yes, I'll live here," Yan Murong smiled, "How about it, do you feel like you're living in a secluded place?"
"No," Su Qingwu shook her head, "I just think it's strange----can this place live in people?"
"How are you talking," Yan Murong said depressedly, "Why can't people live in this place with walls, roofs, beds and quilts?"
"No," Su Qingwu said, "I want to ask, there is only one bed here, where will we stay at night?"
"Come with me,"
As he said that, Yan Murong took the two women into the old man's hut.
Compared with Yan Murong's cottage, the old man's room seems much more spacious. Together, there are three rooms, one living room, one bedroom, and one kitchen.
Taking the two girls to the old man's bedroom, Yan Murong pointed to the size-large wooden bed and said, "Let's stay here tonight."
"What about your master," Su Qingwu asked.
"Don't worry about him," said Yan Murong. "The old man has a better character. Let him go out for a stay."
"What about you,"
"I, I live here too," Yan Murong said shyly, "Don't worry, don't think this bed is made of wood, but it's very strong. Although it's not big, it's still OK to squeeze three people."
"Do you think it's possible?"
"Maybe," Yan Murong nodded seriously, "I have a bad character. I have been making trouble with my neighbors since I was a child. They will definitely not let me stay."
"Then you sleep next door," Su Qingwu said.
"Next door," Yan Murong said strangely, "You saw my small bed too---- Besides, how can I squeeze a bed with the patient?"
"I mean the other side," Su Qingwu said with a strange smile on her face.
"Other side,"
"Yes, on the other side," Su Qingwu pulled Yan Murong into the yard, pointed to the pigpen and said, "It's right there,"
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless.
This woman is so hateful. Even if you don’t want to sleep with me, you don’t have to do this.
As he was talking, Su Qingwu's face changed, and Yan Murong was puzzled by the sight.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Murong asked in confusion. He was just fine, but why did he change his face again?
"I-----" Su Qingwu hesitated for a long time, a blush appeared on her face, and she said whispered, "I-----I want to go to the bathroom,"
"Bathroom," Yan Murong was stunned, then smiled proudly, reached out to the open space behind the yard, and said, "Go, just there, find a place without people, whatever you want,"
"How can that be done," Su Qingwu said with a red face, "How can I be outside?"
"Then we do this wherever you want to go," Yan Murong smiled silly, "Don't worry, just close your eyes, there are cottages everywhere."