Chapter 591 (1/2)

In fact, Yang Yaozi also wanted to, but his girlfriend Wang Qin was a vinegar jar, because once he heard that Yang Yaozi had visited a kiln before. That day, Wang Qin made Yang Yaozi kneel on the washboard for a whole day and almost broke his kneecap.

”Boss, I...” Yang Yaozi thought again, but he didn't dare. He looked back at Er Gou's pathetic appearance.

”Ah, you ya, where did the heroism go before? Now, brother, I have more women, and you have to accept more. This is for you. Hurry up, you have to finish my order.” Two dogs gave Yang Yaozi a death order, and then went back out.

As soon as he went out, the two dogs could not help it. They covered their mouths and squatted on the ground. Their faces turned red.

Yang Yaozi asked me to play with women. I want him to experience the pain of women. Next time I have a chance to find a woman for him, so that he can completely change his temper.

”Squeak, squeak...”

”Oh, oh, oh...”

Hearing the sound of the table shaking and the woman shouting inside, the two thieves stood up and walked away laughing.

Did I do a good thing or a bad thing?

Two dogs walked out laughing, thinking about this. Yang Yaozi owes a woman to clean up. This time he took it. Two women should be enough to take care of him.

”Ha ha ha...” the two dogs walked out of the gate with a smile.

”Boss, what are you laughing at?” Hu Jianjun looked at Er Gou and laughed. He immediately came to ask.

”Oh, nothing. It's just that you'll have to have another sister-in-law in the future, ha ha...” the second dog walked out of the gate with his hands on his back, laughing.

At this time, it's already dawn, and there are some farmers who come to the town to sell vegetables from the nearby countryside. Looking at these honest farmers, er Gou can't help feeling a little touched, because his father and mother are also farmers. Just like this honest man, he died in a terrible way. It's hard for ER Gou to think about this.

”Uncle, I'll help you.”

Seeing an old farmer with white hair and beard dragging a flat car of rice, struggling to walk towards the market in front of him, Ergou immediately ran to help. The old farmer immediately felt very relaxed, as if he was pulling an empty flat car.

”Young man, you are a good man. There are too few young people like you now, alas.” The old man looked back, then said a word, and then sighed. I don't know whether it is for the few good people in the world or for his hard life.

Er Gou didn't speak any more. He helped the old man push the car down the market all the time. Then he went back to Jiang Hong's house.

Am I really a good person?

Isn't the standard of a good man to love only one woman?

Isn't the standard for good people not to fight?

Isn't the standard of a good man not to steal or kill?

Er Gou was a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what kind of person he was.