Chapter 105

As a landlord, Yang Xiaobao has to entertain Yan Yahong and Jiang Xueqing. In the afternoon, Yang Xiaobao just took her two daughters and strolled around Changshui County for a long time.

Visit the birthplace of plum blossom boxing, the black pottery workshop, and even the ruins of the great platform dune palace.

Changshui county is a historical ancient city. In the birthplace of plum blossom boxing, Yang Xiaobao also played a part of boxing for ER NV. Of course, it's hard to say whether it's plum blossom boxing. It's all from the TV. Anyway, they don't understand it.

In front of the ruins of the sand dune palace in Daping village, Yang Xiaobao introduced to the second daughter that the first emperor of Qin died here. At that time, in order to transport the body of the first emperor to Xianyang, for the comfort of the country, the news of the death of the emperor was not available for the time being. In order to cover up the smell of the cart, the accompanying officials bought a lot of stinky salted fish to cover up the smell.

"When you came to the village, did you see the fish shop? I felt that the salted fish of the first emperor was probably bought in their house..." Yang Xiaobao solemnly explained the story to the second daughter.

It's funny, but the second daughter can't help feeling the magnificent history of that year.

Yan Yahong said with emotion: "since ancient times, there have been so many laments in Yanzhao! No wonder you have such a strong temper. It's true that one side of the soil and water supports another side of the people! "

Yang Xiaobao was praised as a little floating and beautiful. All of a sudden, he remembered that he didn't know where the two sisters came from!

"Miss Yan, where is your hometown?"

Yan Yahong suddenly changed a soft waxy accent: "make silk rancid blame Ning."

Yang Xiaobao said: "what? I don't understand

Jiang Xueqing giggled: "I understand, Mr. Yan is from Suzhou!"

Yan Yahong was very curious and asked Jiang Xueqing, "it seems that I have never spoken Suzhou dialect in front of you students. How do you understand it?"

Jiang Xueqing naturally replied: "because when doing the program, I will have the opportunity to contact people from all over the country, so I can understand some basic local dialects."

Yang Xiaobao admires this. He can understand dialects all over the country. It's a practical skill! For example, if you take the train, if someone bullies you and scolds you in the same dialect, you can certainly play an unexpected effect

"Sister Xueqing, where is your hometown?"

"I'm a little brother from Qingdao, Shandong Province. Would you like to try some fried pancakes and scallions?"

Yang Xiaobao was amused to laugh, Jiang Xueqing is really worthy of being the host, the funny kung fu is very solid!

Yan Yahong's hometown is Suzhou. There have been many beauties in Jiangnan Water Town since ancient times. It is said that Emperor Qianlong was so fascinated when he went there that he could not even care about 3000 beauties in his own harem.

Jiang Xueqing is also good. She has a Shandong accent. She is also a girl who grew up by the sea. No wonder she was born so well.

As Yan Yahong said, one side of the soil and water support one side of the people!

Accompanied two beauties to play one day, after the evening separated, Yang Xiaobao quietly slipped back to the township health center.

As the saying goes, no matter how beautiful Yan and Jiang Er Nu are, they can only see but not eat.

This is no match for Hei Mei. After tasting her last night, Yang Xiaobao had been thinking about her all day.

Besides, Hei Mei is not ugly at all. Her beauty has its own characteristics.

When Yang Xiaobao came to the township health center, he saw a hibiscus tree growing in the flower bed. The flowers were very beautiful, so he jumped up and picked one. Then the photographer came to the door of Hei Mei's room. Before she knocked on the door, the door opened. Hei Mei's flowery smile appeared in front of her eyes.

"How fragrant! Did you give it to me? " Black sister saw the flower in Yang Xiaobao's hand, her smile eyes narrowed.

"Of course, I'll bring it to you."

Yang Xiaobao put out his hand, and Heimei bowed her head and let him clip Hibiscus in her ear.

"Tut Tut, it's so beautiful. It's a bit like Teresa Teng! By the way, how do you know that I'm here, and you're not afraid to open the wrong door and bring in the wolf! "

Hei Mei said with a smile: "no, your footsteps are different from others!"

Yang Xiaobao's heart warms. It turns out that the girl's mind can be so delicate that she can hear the footsteps of the people she likes.

Close the door, run a day of Yang Xiaobao comfortable lying on the single bed. Hei Mei took off her shoes and went to bed, lying on Yang Xiaobao's chest like a kitten.

Hei Mei's face is focused on helping Yang Xiaobao pull out her beard with her little hand. The girl's fingernails are long, and pulling out her beard is easier than using a razor.

"Well, is it still painful?"

Yang Xiaobao asked the black sister.

"It's much better. It's not so painful!"

With a smile, Yang Xiaobao asked, "can we go to the battlefield tonight?"

Hei Mei's face turned red again. She said in a soft voice: "then you should be a little lighter."

This pair of coquettish appearance hook of Yang Xiaobao lustful big move, hands wantonly climbed up her chest a pair of full meat bun.

"I was so anxious last night that I didn't know what it was like. You move up and let me have a good bite. "

Hei Mei: "MMM"

Hei Mei's neck and neck are red. She seems to have a fever. Her arms are struggling on the pillow. She is waiting on Yang Xiaobao in this strange way.

This posture is very shameful, but as long as Yang Xiaobao is willing, she is willing to do anything shameful

The sensitive part was teased wantonly by Yang Xiaobao, and soon the black girl couldn't hold on. She collapsed in Yang Xiaobao's arms, and then she was ravaged all night

It's another refreshing day. Today is my father's birthday.

There was no need for anyone to organize. Villagers and their own people came to help in the early morning. There are seven or eight big iron pots in a row, with stewed meat and stewed vegetables.

There is an endless stream of people who come to visit and give gifts. Some of them even don't know Yang Xiaobao. Yang Xiaobao took a cigarette with him and stuffed a box of it with everyone.

That's why rich people have distant relatives in the mountains!

At noon, the banquet was set up, and all the guests came to the banquet. Yan Yahong and Jiang Xueqing are sitting together at the table of female guests, especially Jiang Xueqing. Looking at Yang Xiaobao in a hurry, her eyes are full of blurred brilliance.

"This boy is very popular! In terms of neighborhood relations, the countryside is more simple. People in a village know each other. It's like we live in the neighborhood, and sometimes we don't know our neighbors. "

Yan Yahong's words can be regarded as Jiang Xueqing's heart.

Wang is proud of this guy. I don't know where to find the team of Caotai. He plays a big part in everyone's meal. This move made the elderly villagers like it very much and said that it was good. After each performance, there was a burst of applause.

"What about big stars? Let your big star friend sing us a song? "

I don't know which one of my brain has gone out of my mind. I think of this one. As soon as she made this proposal, the villagers immediately began to coax.

Jiang Xueqing is embarrassed. The key to the problem is that she is the host, not the singer!

I can't stand the crowd's coaxing again. Anyway, after being the host for such a long time, I have already practiced my courage. Jiang Xueqing simply stood in the middle of the yard and sang the most popular song "the fruit of midsummer".

Although not professional, but Jiang Xueqing's voice line is still good, crisp sweet voice convinced everyone. A group of old men were very supportive, clapping the table and crying.

The simple voice of the villagers moved Jiang Xueqing, and the girl got excited, so she dragged Yan Yahong out of the water again.

"Hey, Yang Xiaobao, you don't know that when you were in school, teacher Yan was also versatile!"

Yang Xiaobao is always the master who climbs up with a bamboo pole. When he hears this, he takes the lead in coaxing: "teacher Yan, come here!"

As soon as he took the lead, the villagers followed suit. Yan Yahong's face turned red with shame. She couldn't stand the encouragement of the people, so she had to borrow a string and a microphone from the troupe.

"Today is my uncle's birthday. We didn't bring any gifts. Just sing a song to help you. I hope my uncle will like it."

The great beauty found a stool to sit there, holding a handle of Sanxian in her arms. Before she opened her mouth, she was fascinated by this posture.

"Today, I sing a local play" chaitoufeng "for my uncle. I hope you'll have a good time."

With that, as soon as the slender hands plucked the strings, they began to play and sing.

"Red crisp hands, yellow wine, spring palace wall willows;

The east wind is evil and the joy is thin,

A melancholy, a few years away, wrong, wrong.

Spring as old, empty thin, red tears through the shawl;

Peach blossom falls, idle pool Pavilion, Mountain Alliance is in,

Brocade books are hard to trust, brocade books are hard to trust, Mo, mo

It's a dialect! Although people don't understand the soft and sweet Wu Nong's soft language, they just feel that it's gentle and sweet.

Yang Xiaobao finally understood why Qianlong emperor's palace gathered the most beautiful beauties in the country, and when he arrived in Suzhou and Hangzhou, he was still fascinated. Nothing else, as long as there is such a water girl in the ear every day of the grinding of soft voice, the emperor also got a way!

Yan Yahong's Pingtan ditty naturally won the praise of many people. Originally, the scene was just when the guests and the host were enjoying themselves, but a disharmonious thing happened.

A petite girl with beautiful features and messy clothes suddenly enters Yang Xiaobao's house. When she sees Wang Xuemei sitting with Yan Ya Hongjiang Xueqing, her tears fall down and she rushes straight into Wang Xuemei's arms.

"What's the matter, XiuXiu? What are you crying for? "

Wang Xuemei is a little flustered when she looks like this.

When Yang Xiaobao heard Wang Xuemei say that, he knew that this girl was the dumb object of Er Po. As soon as Yang Xiaobao saw her like this, he knew something was wrong. He quickly asked Wang Xuemei to call her into the room. So as not to show up in front of many guests.