Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Wei Wei and her three younger brothers were happily roasting sweet potatoes. Several families across the street couldn't sit still when they saw how smoky Wei's house was.

People say that if you don’t do evil things, you won’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door.

They had done something wrong, so after Wei Wei came back, they also carried out a series of sexual manipulations, which indirectly threatened them and made them fearful every day.

She was afraid that at some point, Wei Wei would come under fire for them, use the things in her house to dig them out, take them away, and keep them company with the Wang family.

The Wang family, the bullies in their street are no match for the Wei family's demon star.

They couldn't even find out how and what the Wang family had committed. The unknown was the most terrifying thing.

If they faced each other, wouldn't it be like hitting an egg with a stone?

They didn't dare to come to see what was going on in person, so they thought of Director Ma. Director Ma had to go and see why there was such a heavy smoke in broad daylight.

The Zhang family, who kept the most things in Wei's house, was restless. Those were all treasures. That little girl, if she knew about inheritance, don't let Huo Huo get angry.

Coincidentally, several young people at home met each other at the street office. They looked at each other and knew full well what the other's intentions were.

Director Ma was confused when facing the person who came to him, "She likes to set fires at home, what does it have to do with me? She just wants to go to heaven, and I won't take her to see her."

Little girl from the Wei family, if you want to be restrained, you can be restrained obediently?

"That's not what you said, Director Ma," Zhang Dongcheng said with a solemn look on his face, "What if there is a fire? On our street, the houses are next to each other. What if the fire reaches our house?" There is no clue at all. Xiao Jiujiu in my heart.

Director Ma: ...if I believe your evil deeds, there must be something wrong in my heart.

"Yes," Ma Mianyan added, "Besides, a little comrade in the Wei family lives by himself. He has to take care of his neighbors."

Director Ma: ...Sure enough, what the chairman said, the more knowledge you have, the more reactionary you will be, which makes sense.

The more you know, the brighter your mind will be, and you will be able to play tricks. These people are not honest.

It's not the first day that the little girl of the Wei family has lived here. When has she ever seen these young people so caring?

He had only seen those old ladies and aunts sometimes giving a freshly steamed steamed bun to a little girl when they saw her alone, although Wei Wei had never accepted it.

But Director Ma still went to Wei's house to check the situation. If the house really caught fire, he would have to organize firefighting.

Otherwise, if the Wei girl is not at home and comes back to find that the house has been burned down, and he did not put out the fire, what should she do if she causes trouble for him?

Zhang Dongcheng followed Director Ma, and the people waiting outside saw them coming out and followed them.

These are the treasures of the old man in the family. If he knew they were burned by a fire, he would be so angry.

The door of Wei's house was ajar. Zhang Dongcheng was the most impatient. He didn't bother to knock on the door and pushed the heavy wooden door open.

What caught Zhang Dongcheng's eyes was that hateful girl throwing a book into the fire. Was that a book that was burning? No, it was his heart that was burning!

At that moment, Zhang Dongcheng's hands and feet felt weak, as if he were stepping on cotton.

Ma Wanyan supported him from behind and looked over...

Wei Wei knew when they were approaching, and immediately picked up the book he had prepared, and when they pushed the door open, he accurately threw the book into the fire.

What is important is that they know. If they don't know, Wei Wei's performance will be in vain.

Seeing Director Ma and his party, Wei Wei patted the non-existent ashes on his hands and said, "Director Ma, what brought you here?"

While knowingly asking questions, my hands were still idle, throwing in a book from time to time to fuel the ever-extinguishing fire.

"What are you doing? There was such a big smoke. I thought there was a fire. I didn't come to check." Director Ma smiled and dealt with it carefully. There were people following behind him, so he had to hold his position steady no matter what. .

"Where are the roasted sweet potatoes," Wei Wei pointed to the fire, "Director Ma, would you like a piece?" When the sweet potatoes were mentioned, his eyes were filled with anticipation.

Isn't it a little outrageous to bake a sweet potato and make your house look like it's going to catch on fire?

Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help it anymore, "Wei Wei, you can just bake a sweet potato and burn some hay. Isn't it too much to burn books?"

"Passed? Where did it pass," Wei Wei deliberately misunderstood, "What I burned were contraband that appeared in my house for some reason. They should have been burned, but now they are used to roast sweet potatoes and are being reused. "The fallacies made Zhang Dongcheng very angry.

Zhang Dongcheng and other people scolded Wei Wei in their hearts. This rough man living in this street has simply tarnished the word "scholarly family".

It's worse than the rat-shit Wang family before, but no worse.

Thick smoke drifted in, choking several people standing at the wind outlet and coughing non-stop.

"Cough cough cough..." Director Ma choked in his lungs, "Wei Wei, are these grasses dry?"

Every family with children is unreliable in their work, and they don’t even know how to get something dry to make a fire.

"That's right, it's just that it can't burn, so you need to use a book to fuel the fire." Shanzi answered Director Ma loudly, and threw another book with a simple cover in, and turned it over with a small wooden stick to make the fire burn brighter.

"I have some hay at home, or I will bring some for you to roast sweet potatoes." Zhang Dongcheng said in a difficult tone, but he still tried hard to think of a way to save the pile of books.

"No, I don't like to owe people favors. It's hard to repay favor debts," Wei Wei refused, especially the favors forced on her by people with evil intentions, "There are so many books, enough to roast the sweet potatoes."

Don't...can't I not ask for favors?

Zhang Dongcheng's nails dug into his palms, but he felt no pain. As he watched the books being thrown into the fire one by one, his heart began to bleed, and he couldn't help but want to explode.

Ma Mianyan, who was behind Zhang Dongcheng, quickly grabbed him, shook his head at him, and whispered in his ear: "You are crazy. These people are just at the age when their blood is boiling. They are burning here because they can't find their master." Come on, as soon as you go out, don’t you admit to yourself that these things belong to our family?”

Several other people also looked at Zhang Dongcheng nervously. As long as Dongcheng couldn't help it, they wouldn't be able to escape.

Zhang Dongcheng suppressed his violent temper, not angry, not angry...

"Okay, as long as it doesn't catch on fire," Director Ma breathed a sigh of relief, "Next time, I'd better get some dried branches and leaves, don't make it burnt and choking."

"Okay, pay attention next time," Wei Wei responded crisply, "Director Ma, and you guys, really don't come in to eat a piece of sweet potato?" Wei Wei took the sweet potato that Tieniu gave him and broke it in the middle. , yellow and very attractive.

What a big sweet potato you are. Zhang Dongcheng said that he never wants to see sweet potatoes again in his life.

Zhang Dongcheng was dragged away, his eyes still fixed on the scene of Wei Wei lowering his head to eat sweet potatoes. He remembered this scene in his heart and will never forget it.

For the rest of my life, I will never hear the word "sweet potato" again.