Chapter 173: The morals of the world, the morals of the world.
"Tsk, damn, then why are you snatching this? It's better to go out to the street and pull one. Was my time... Hum..." Someone said something and then stepped out.
At this time, some people felt agreeable and quietly retreated.
A simple statement made the ulterior motives retreat?
Why? I don’t have money but I have a wife? [
Wrong! It would be nothing if it was a beauty. As that person said, the legendary Miss Zhang family was a fat, short and ugly woman. It is rumored that it was too ugly, so no one dared to come to propose marriage. No one
He dared to marry her, but gradually got older and couldn't get married. Zhang Dashan was so confused that he had no idea, so he listened to what some servants thought and found a way to decide a good son-in-law by throwing a ball.
Who is the sucker? The world is so big, people will always come forward...
But even if there is such a rumor, those who are doing money want to have a chance to get a chance. They want to get to the Zhang family's marriage.
But now when I heard what Mr. Zhang said, my mind was destroyed, who would have the heart to come forward?
"Yes! Who would marry a pig? I won't rob it anymore." At this time, another literati was about to retreat, "I am a showman, and I know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am not a beauty, but I can find someone who is attractive.
How can a lifelong thing be so hasty decision?”
"It's right! It's a lifelong thing..." Someone echoed.
"That's it." A few people agreed again. As they were talking, half of the self-righteous people took the opportunity to leave, because leaving before made people feel that they were greedy for money.
Slowly, more than half of the people were retreated.
The place just now looked quite small, because it was crowded, and now it suddenly became bigger. Because of the sporadic people, it basically left the railing and left the joy-grabbing area. Because of the fear of chaos, Zhang Dashanren
It is easier to see clearly by separating the ball-grabbing area from the audience.
But now, there are crowds of people outside, and the catch area is sporadic. Counting, there are only twenty or thirty people. There were at least two or three hundred people just now?!
This world, the world.
Chapter completed!