Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1619 Where is the child? (two more)
"You are welcome. Our family has prepared these things today. You should take them home and feed them to your children. Thank you."

Tuobaxian said lightly, turned around and went back to the house, without any intention of greeting Qian.

Mrs. Qian was left alone at the gate of the yard, feeling a little bored.

She stood for a while and looked around, but still no one came to greet her.

Gritting his teeth, he planned to bite the bullet and enter the room in the front yard.

Just at this moment, a white figure appeared at the door of the house.

It just stood there, shook the white hair on its body, and then yawned.

"Wolf!"

Qian's hands shook in fright, and the bamboo basket fell to the ground, and all the contents inside were knocked over and spilled all over the floor.

Zhuiyun turned his head towards Qian's side, a trace of bloodthirsty hostility flashed in his purple pupils.

One glance scared Qian back a few steps, his heels tripped over the threshold behind him, and he fell on his back.

When Tuobaxian who was in the room heard the noise and rushed out of the room, Qian's body was already sprawled on the ground, her legs were still trembling, but a puddle of wet watermarks slowly oozed out from under her body...

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Qian Shi returned to her home in despair.

Yang Hualin was cooking lunch in the kitchen, when a stool with four corners was overturned on the ground beside the pot, and a square frame with four corners was just exposed in the middle, and Fu'er, who was one year and five months old, was standing in the middle.

One hand held a wooden bar in front of him, the other hand grabbed a corner and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yang Hualin put one on the pot and one on the bottom of the stove. He was cooking happily, humming a little song.

Hearing movement from the yard outside the kitchen, Yang Hualin said to Fu'er, "Your mother is back!"

Then, he poked his head outside the stove, just in time to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Qian rushing into the yard carrying an empty basket.

With a flick of the basket, he turned around and rushed into the house.

Yang Hualin yelled at her, but she ignored him.

"What's wrong with your mother? Be good, Fu'er, stand still, daddy will come after a while!"

Yang Hualin confessed to Fu'er, and hurriedly followed to the opposite room.

In the east room, when Yang Hualin came in, he happened to see Qian's bare legs, with a white butt as big as a millstone, rummaging through boxes and boxes.

"Fuerniang, what are you... doing?" Yang Hualin asked.

Furious, Qian took out a pair of trousers that were also patched, and while pulling them on, said, "Hmph, I'll listen to you, and go give the dice to Qing girl with good intentions."

"No one said anything to greet me, not to mention pouring me half a bowl of tea, that Mrs. Xian even released a white wolf to scare me..."

Qian shi added more details to what happened before.

At the end, she squeezed out a few tears, "There are five rooms in Lao Yang's house, and now our second room is having the most difficult life."

"Those dice were picked out between the gaps between our teeth, and we sent them to try them out. It's a little bit of our kindness!"

"But what about them? How did they do it? Our kindness is the same as the two pairs of small shoes I bought last time. People don't even notice them, and we are the only ones who are so stupid!" Qian Shi said.

Yang Hualin's complexion was also very ugly.

"This is because the third brother and younger siblings are not here, otherwise, this would never have happened." Yang Hualin said.

"That Mrs. Xian, I heard that she came from the north, and she doesn't know where she came from, but she just stays at Qing'er's house all day to do her best." He said again.

Mrs. Qian snorted, "At that age, she is still so well maintained. Maybe she has an affair with Yan Huai'an and Blacksmith Luo."

"I can't do it well, I don't know anything about your third brother..."

"To shut up!"

Yang Hualin directly stopped Qian's words.

"My third brother is not that kind of person. Even if you are angry, you are not allowed to use such words to make up him!" Yang Hualin said.

Qian Shi was stunned for a while, and became even more annoyed.

But seeing Yang Hualin's cold face, Qian did not dare to stand up.

"Let's not talk, let's not talk, anyway, today, we just put a hot face on a cold ass."

"Their butts are not hot, and our faces are still cold, so don't say anything, and I won't post them again!" Qian waved his hand.

"Is the rice ready? I'm starving!" she asked again.

Mentioning this meal, Yang Hualin came back to his senses.

"Oh, the braised pork is still in the pot, it's too bad, it's probably mushy!"

Yang Hualin ran out.

"You, what a memory!"

Qian Shi complained from behind and followed.

As soon as I got to the door of the kitchen, I smelled a burnt smell.

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, a ball of hot air burst out.

Yang Hualin sneezed violently from the choking, and took a closer look.

There was a mass of black matter at the bottom of the pot, which was like coke.

Some are even stuck to the bottom of the pot and cannot be pulled out.

"Oh, why is this happening? It's over now, and there's nothing wrong with it!" Yang Hualin looked depressed.

On the side, Mrs. Qian burst into tears, and raised two fists to beat Yang Hualin's shoulder: "You god damned, you finally weighed half a catty of pork, and it burned, you are really useless!"

Filled with guilt, Yang Hualin gritted his teeth and endured Qian's beatings like raindrops.

Suddenly, he realized something, pushed Qian away and rushed to the overturned chair.

"Where is Fu'er? Why is Fu'er gone?" Yang Hualin asked.

Qian Shi was also dumbfounded, yes, where did Fu'er go?

The couple didn't bother to shovel the lump of black charcoal in the pot, and frantically searched in the stove, the yard, and the toilet.

He searched and shouted, turned the small yard upside down, but couldn't find Fu'er.

There are farmlands all around, and there are no houses, so the couple searched all the nearby farmlands and ditches.

Still no luck.

Yang Hualin's face changed completely, and Qian's also burst into tears.

"What should I do? Our Fu'er won't be stolen, right? My God, I won't be able to survive then!"

Qian was crying, sitting on the side of the road disheveled, bewildered.

"Damn it? Who the hell stole my Fu'er? You and your family will die badly, save money to buy coffin boards..."

Qian sat on the ground, slapped the ground, wept and cursed.

The noise alarmed the villagers doing farm work in the nearby fields.

Some people gathered around and asked what was going on.

Qian kept her eyes closed and cursed, Yang Hualin told everyone how Fu'er disappeared.

"I beg everyone to help find it, show kindness!"

Yang Hualin begged.

Although the villagers usually don't like to see the couple, they are still very enthusiastic about the loss of the child.

The big guys put down their work one after another and tried to help them find their children.

Here, Yang Hualin didn't care about the previous life where he was crying, scolding and beating Lai on the ground, so he forced himself to calm down for a while.

Then, he decisively ran towards the entrance of the village, entered the village, and looked for his father and several brothers and nephews.

(End of this chapter)