一日子一挨到腊月,就像汉子甩开了膀子赶着马车使着猛劲儿向前蹿。明儿就是月半了,张富贵的心里就像有一个磨盘碾来碾去的——难受。婆娘腊芝捧着瓢正要去喂鸡食,见张富贵像一个葫芦吊在眼前晃来晃去的就嘟哝开了:“你吊着个苦瓜脸,滚一边儿去,眼不见心不烦。又为你那个不讲良心的兄弟犯心了吧,我就说他孙四海不是个好东西,你还嚼得口吐白沫,怎么样……这几年把你折腾得够惨的吧!”“你……”“你什么你,我说得不对?这两年你是见 Day by day until the twelfth lunar month, like a man throwing his arms and pulling the wagon forward Meng Jin forward. Ming is the month and a half, Zhang Fugui’s heart like there is a mill grind to grinding away - uncomfortable. The woman holding wax lagoon is going to feed chicken food, see Zhang Fugui like a gourd hanging in front of dangling to mumble: ”You are hanging a bitter melon face, roll side go, out of sight Annoying, but also for your conscience brothers committed ill, and I say his grandchildren is not a good thing, you still chew at foaming, how ... ... in recent years to toss you miserable “” “You ... ...” "What do you, I say right? You see you in two years