Chapter 194: Three Monsters

In the Northeast winter, the trousers people wore were all made of cotton, very thick, and therefore very warm.

But this also created a serious problem, which was that the waistband was very loose!

Many times, when a person was gossipy and always spoke ill of others behind their backs, they would be scolded: "Look at that loose mouth of his, it's just like a pair of loose trousers!"

Needless to say, those who used this phrase to scold others were mostly Northeast people or people from cold regions, because although the phrase was harsh, it proved a truth: the waistband was indeed very loose!

Those who hadn't worn them would absolutely not know that the waistband of these trousers was like a barrel-shaped quilt, and the hip bones couldn't hold them up at all.

This led to people needing to sew belt loops onto their trousers and then wearing a rope or cloth belt to fix the trousers to their waist.

The technical name for "trouser loops" is "belt loops," the small strips of cloth on the trousers for wearing a belt.

Therefore, in this era in the Northeast, many people would wear two belts in winter—one for the trousers and one for the outer pants—but these were all very normal things because many people did so.

Of course, many people, for convenience, only wore one belt on their trousers, but since the waistband was wrapped around the waist like a quilt, no matter how tight you tied the belt, it could only ensure the trousers wouldn't fall off, and the tightness could be imagined.

Comrade Wang An only wore one cloth belt.

So after Fang Xiue grabbed the slipknot, she just gave it a light tug, and the slipknot opened.

The underwear of this era was actually just trousers made of cloth, a very thin layer of cloth.

And Wang An's little brother was arrested again!

In fact, all of this happened very quickly; Wang An hadn't even had time to react before his little brother was arrested!

Then, the strong, tall, and mighty Wang An, because his little brother had become a hostage, was also firmly restrained and couldn't move at all.

"Fang Xiue, are you crazy? Huh? I'm not lacking women, do you know that?" The restrained Wang An said in a low voice.

"I didn't say you were lacking women. Behave yourself, don't force me. I've heard people say that you men all like this style." Fang Xiue said playfully.

Wang An felt suspicious; who did this woman hear that from? This damn thing, it was obviously not wrong at all!

After a while!

Although Wang An's little brother had become a hostage, he refused to yield even in death, still standing tall, wanting to stubbornly walk into the pitch-black hedge!

At this critical moment, there was a violent knocking on the gate in the courtyard, accompanied by several people shouting: "Open the door, open the door," "Open the door, hurry up and open the door."

Wang An and Fang Xiue paused at the same time, then Fang Xiue began to quickly tidy her clothes, while Wang An also pulled up his trousers and pants, then tied the cloth belt.

One has to admit that this feeling of being forcibly interrupted halfway was quite unpleasant and also extremely uncomfortable!

In fact, many things were like this, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything, deliberately teasing people, always unable to let someone finish a task properly.

In short, the critical step was never taken!

Therefore, Wang An now had a gloomy face and was very angry, and the knocking outside was still very violent, but perhaps because Wang An was there, Fang Xiue still chuckled when she saw Wang An's angry, wide-eyed face.

After tidying his clothes, Wang An picked up the fire poker from the stove pit, because listening to the knocking, Wang An felt that the people knocking were not coming with good intentions!

When he reached the doorway of the outer room, he said to Fang Xiue behind him, "Stay in the room and don't come out; I'll go see what's going on."

After Wang An finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the courtyard gate, while Fang Xiue didn't listen and turned to pick up the kitchen knife from the cutting board, standing at the doorway looking toward the gate.

Wang An walked to the gate and shouted, "Stop knocking, damn it, are you trying to die?" After shouting, Wang An opened the gate and looked at the three people in front of him with a face as calm as water.

Wang An didn't know what these three people were doing, but he was very sure they weren't good things because Wang An had once been the same type of person, so an insider understands an insider; this statement was not wrong at all!

The three people were stunned when they saw Wang An, but they didn't seem to recognize who he was. Only the person in the middle said, "Is this house yours? And were you the one who shouted 'are you trying to die'?"

Wang An glanced at this person and said impatiently, "Yeah, so what?"

This person had a pretty good temper; he didn't get angry even after being scolded, just like a smiling tiger. He smiled and said, "Our boss has taken a fancy to this house of yours. You better hurry up and vacate it; rent it to us for a few days, and I'll give you a dime a day. How about that?"

Hearing this, Wang An was almost angered to laughter. A dime a day was indeed not a small amount, but was Wang An short of money?

But one doesn't hit a smiling face, so Wang An still suppressed his anger and said, "I'm not renting it out; you guys go look at someone else's place." As he spoke, Wang An wanted to close the gate.

It was just that the person on the left spoke up. He saw this person with his head at a 45-degree angle to the ground, looking at Wang An with two large nostrils, and said, "Don't be ungrateful. If you're given face, you should take it. Besides, a dime is not a small amount. You better hurry up and vacate the place."

At this moment, Wang An was speechless. What the hell is wrong with this society?

It's just a small county seat, and all sorts of bullshit things have popped up. They are so arrogant just wanting to rent a house; this is directly robbing the house!

In his past life, he didn't feel there were so many trashy people! Could it be that in his past life, it was because he was also this type of person?

Wang An looked at the two large nostrils and said in a flat tone, "Didn't your mother tell you that your nostrils are bigger than other people's assholes!"

Wang An's words were fluent, his emotions were flat, and it gave people the feeling of stating a fact without a hint of provocation.

But as long as one wasn't a fool, one could hear that this was scolding someone!

Of course, Wang An truly didn't have any other meaning; he was just scolding someone, only he scolded them quite euphemistically.

Because Wang An saw these two nostrils, and the few black hairs extending from the nostrils, he had a very strong desire, which was to demonstrate his peerless divine skill, the two-finger Zen!

It was just that he suddenly felt that if he stuck his finger into someone else's nostril, it would be quite disgusting, which was why he suppressed his desire and said these words.

"Kid, you don't give face like this, aren't you worried that something might happen to your family?" The person on the right narrowed his eyes and suddenly said.

The person on the right had very long hair, and the bangs in front covered one eye. He didn't know if the covered eye was blind or what. This person had been standing straight and expressionless before, but now that he spoke suddenly, it made Wang An's goosebumps cover his whole body.

Because this person was actually a damn sissy! He was so ugly, yet his mouth was full of feminine charm!

Wang An couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at this sissy in astonishment, and then glanced at the three people in front of him.

Which mountain exploded, and three monsters were blown out from inside?

Wang An suppressed the urge to take action because once he couldn't kill them all or send them all in, Fang Xiue and her sister would still have to live here after he went home.

But leaving a bunch of monsters here would certainly not be reassuring.

So Wang An thought about it and said, "My name is Wang An, nicknamed 'Big Madman.' I count for something in this county. You guys should go inquire about me first, and then decide whether you want to provoke me?"

Thanks to "Jing Yousi" for the reward, thank you, thank you.

Thanks to "An Lan" for the reward, thank you, thank you.

Promoting a friend's new book, "Reborn in the 80s: Counterattacking from Breaking Off the Engagement," it's quite interesting.

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