欧亚激情偷乱人伦小说视频

Even a place to live he doesn’t have. Who would agree to marry him? And for what? To eat dirt or the wind from the northwest?

Tang Zhinian has always thought that he has held back his younger brother. It was because years ago Sang Zhilan insisted that Tang Zhijun move into the hut in the fields. He always felt guilty about it. But regardless of all, he was determined to find a wife for his younger brother.

He would never marry again. He just wanted to raise Yuxin properly. He didn’t spend too much time thinking about other things. As for the future of the Tang Family, everything would have to depend on Zhijun.

If Tang Zhijun knew his elder brother was shouldering such a heavy burden on his account, he’d probably cry himself to death.

Once in the village, all those who knew them couldn’t stop looking at the inside of the tricycle. What good thing had the Tang brothers bought to bring back?

A TV set? A washing machine? How could the villagers not know about the eight greenhouses of coriander they were growing? The daily comings and goings of vegetable sellers, and this year the price of coriander had frighteningly sky-rocketed. This harvest was for sure a huge turning point for the Tang brothers. They had planted eight large greenhouses of coriander and both brothers were experts in vegetable farming. The vegetables were grown in substantial weight and quality.

This time they could earn several thousand more.

“Zhinian, what did you buy?” A woman with green bean eyes approached, casting envious and covetous gaze at the bulge under the quilt in the tricycle. She’s feeling uncomfortable about where to put her hand on that quilt-covered object, guessing its high cost – could it be a TV?

In the village, few families could afford a television, but now the Tang brothers have become the very few.

“There’s nothing much, Auntie,” Tang Zhinian hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the woman’s hand as if it belonged to a sleazy man. He didn’t want her to unveil the quilt.

“Oh, Zhinian, I just want to take a look. I won’t take your things. What are you afraid of?”

People are such that if you don’t let them see, they think you have something to hide.

Tang Zhinian, who was tongue-tied, didn’t know what to say. He just blocked this woman’s hand and said, “Auntie, you can’t uncover the quilt.”

“Why can’t I, I am not asking for your things?”

Encouraged by her seniority, the woman decided to act despite Tang Zhinian’s resistance. She shifted him aside to get a closer look at the ordinary New Year goods in the tricycle. They were melon seeds, peanuts, and candies, no different from what others bought home. Even the poorest families would buy them.

The quilt was abruptly pulled open, and the woman was given a big fright.

Tiny Tang Yuxin, curling up her small body, reached out a small hand asking for the quilt back.

Tang Zhinian quickly pulled the quilt over his daughter to wrap her up and held her in his arms. Children should never be exposed to cold. In such freezing weather, uncovering her quilt was an invitation to sickness, wasn’t it?

The woman looked very embarrassed.

“Why didn’t you just tell it was Yuxin in there? Why didn’t you say so?”

“Auntie, my Xinxin has always been like this,” Tang Zhinian holding his daughter explained. In the past, whenever Xinxin fell ill, they would always wrap her up like this to see a doctor, especially in this chilly weather, the cold wind. Who would unveil the quilt of a child?

The woman walked away with her face pulled long, mumbling and cursing under her breath.