Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7782 Jiang Xianjun is back
A woman raised her head and saw the person on the pond, she rubbed her eyes and loudly reminded the woman next to her.

The women followed the sound, and they saw a tall, thin young man carrying a bundle, with his head buried, hurrying past the pond.

"It really is Jiang Xianjun, has he been released from prison?" someone asked.

"It should be. Look, she's so thin, so thin that I almost didn't recognize her."

"Life in prison is a human life, it's strange if you're not thin."

"I haven't shaved my beard. At first glance, I thought Jiang Er was alive again. I was taken aback." The woman who was speaking raised her hand and patted her bulging chest, but she was met with white eyes and ridicule from the people next to her.

"Jiang Er has passed a hundred days, are you still thinking about it? Jiang Xianjun looks like his mother, doesn't he?"

"I'm worried about my head, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, I heard that when you were young, you discussed marriage with Jiang Er?"

"Oh, don't mention the matter of becoming a sesame seed and rotten millet. If you mention it again, I will be anxious to you!"

The topic of these two women has long been discussed, and the other women are also talking in groups of three and five, looking at Jiang Xianjun's back in a hurry.

"Didn't you go to prison? How can you come back?"

"He didn't kill the person, why can't he come back?"

"What about his mother? Can you come back?"

"She killed Jiang Er, and she will pay for her life. Why come back?"

"My God, isn't she going to behead her?" The woman who asked raised her hand and gestured towards her neck.

"Then there's no need to say, if you murder your husband, you won't pay for your life. Can Lao Jiang's family let her go?"

"It can't be considered murder, it's manslaughter, accidentally..." A woman weakly said a word to Jiang's mother.

The two of them were born in the same village, and they were somewhat related, so when they heard someone say that, the woman couldn't help but say something.

"Tsk tsk, even if it's a manslaughter, it's still killing!"

The woman who spoke before immediately fought back, "Before Jiang Er died, Mrs. Xianjun scolded him like a dog, and she didn't save Jiang Er any face."

"Now that Jiang Er is gone, she should accompany Jiang Er to die, who made her domineering over Jiang Er's head!"

The woman who spoke earlier smiled awkwardly and didn't say any more.

If you talk any more, you will involve yourself in it, which is really not worth it.

The second room of the Jiang family.

Jiang Xianjun pushed open the courtyard door and approached the courtyard. The jujube tree that accompanied him in the courtyard died unexpectedly, and the leaves fell to the ground.

Things in the yard are crumbling here and there, and the traces of what my father did when he died can be seen.

The chicken coop in the corner of the yard was empty, with a few chicken feathers scattered, and the chickens didn't know where they were going.

Passing in front of the stove, he saw the thin wooden door of the stove being rattled by the wind, as if someone was inside.

The long-lost familiar feeling came to my heart, as if he came back from the outside all those years ago, pushed open the door of the stove, my mother was wearing an apron and standing behind the pot cooking, and my father was sitting at the mouth of the stove to help my mother put firewood...

He walked over and slammed open the door of the stove. The pots and pans on the pot table were also in a mess. A layer of green mold covered the bowls and chopsticks, and a few mice ran around stepping on the bowls and chopsticks.

He slammed the stove door shut, with a pale face, biting his lips and striding towards the main room.

He took out the key with trembling hands and opened the door. Behind him was the warm sun of late autumn. The main room was dark and obscure, and a pungent dust mixed with musty smell rushed into his nostrils.

In the main room, there were still things on the table for his father to make the first seven, burnt incense candles, moldy raw rice, rotten straw paper copper coins...

The tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, the ground was dirty and impossible to walk on, and the top of the head was covered with cobwebs.

It was bright and sunny outside, but it was dark and quiet inside.

The bundle on Jiang Xianjun's shoulders slipped to the ground, he lifted up a nearby stool with his stiff body, and sat down.

Looking up and looking around, bits and pieces of the past flashed in my mind like a revolving lantern, but in front of my eyes was this desolate and deserted place.

"father,"

"mother……"

He buried his head, buried his face in his knees, and gradually tightened his arms around his legs.

I don't know how long it took, when someone patted him on the shoulder, he suddenly raised his head.

Seeing the familiar face in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't know where he was.

"Xianjun, when did you come back? Why don't you go to uncle's house?" Jiang Dawen's questioning voice brought Jiang Xianjun back to his thoughts.

"Grandpa, uncle!"

He called out twice, hugged Old Jiangtou's waist, and cried loudly.

Old Jiang leaned over to support Jiang Xianjun's shoulders, also crying: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back!"

……

After Jiang Xianjun was settled down, Jiang Da was told by Old Jiangtou to come to Yang Huazhong's house to inform him when he had time.

Conggong, Yang Huazhong is Lizheng. If there are people who have been released from prison in the village, their family members must come to Lizheng to report.

Yu Shi, the relationship between Lao Yang's family and Lao Jiang's family... also needs to come and talk about it.

"According to the days, it's about time to come back." Yang Huazhong picked up the tea bowl, brushed the tea foam on it with the bowl lid, but frowned.

"Now that I'm back, seeing the state of the house, I'm sure I'm not very happy." He added.

Regarding this, Jiang Da could only smile wryly.

"It's hard to feel good. My father and I didn't know he's back until we heard the woman who washes the pulp in the pond."

"When we were looking for it, I sat alone in the main room and cried until I fell asleep. Hey, I was worried just looking at it. I don't know what evil I did for such a nice family!"

Yang Huazhong also shook his head, "Father is gone, and mother is still locked in the prison waiting to pay for her life. The family is not like home, so it's hard for him."

Jiang Dao: "Who asked him to have such a mother? Even if the second child is paralyzed, the family is still intact."

"Home doesn't feel like home now, and he doesn't even have a sip of hot tea when he goes back to the house, it's enough for him!"

Yang Huazhong could only sigh again to express his sympathy.

But sympathy can't be said too much, because after the incident, he chose to protect his mother.

Although Jiang Er was accidentally killed by Mrs. Xianjun and had nothing to do with Jiang Xianjun, but Jiang Xianjun was the first person to know.

What he did after he knew the truth made everyone who heard about it feel angry and sympathetic towards him. He chose to protect his mother, so where would he put his father who died in vain?

"Where does he settle down now? Is it his own home? Or yours?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Jiang Da said: "I want to pick him up to live in my house for a while, but if he doesn't go, he will now settle down with his grandfather in the old house."

"It's good to live with his master, at least not by myself, and I don't have a company to talk to." Yang Huazhong said again.

"What's missing at Uncle Jiang's side, you tell me, and I'll come up with a solution." He added.

Jiang Da smiled gratefully, "Jiang Er is gone, and I, Jiang Da, will take care of my father!"

Yang Huazhong nodded with satisfaction, "Of course I know you are a filial son, but every family has their own difficulties, especially this year's flooding and your family was also affected... What is missing, tell me, just point at our two old men You don’t want to be outside of my friendship!”

(End of this chapter)