Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8067 Spicy Eyes

"Which one?"

Yang Huazhong shouted loudly.

The black figure paused, turned his head and glanced at them, seeing the people and lights here, the black figure ran away.

He disappeared in a flash, causing the dogs of the villagers in that direction to bark.

Yang Huazhong wanted to chase, but was held back by Blacksmith Luo, "Don't go, don't go, I don't know what's going on, if you go, you might be in danger!"

Yang Huazhong was very worried, "I'm afraid it's a thief, even if I go after him, I won't be able to catch up with my legs."

Blacksmith Luo said: "In the first half of the year, there were disasters everywhere, but the harvest in the second half of the year is not good. Seeing that there is no reserve for the winter in the second half of the year, some unscrupulous people came out to steal chickens and dogs."

"Let's go and bring the babies home safely, and later we'll beat the gong and walk through the streets to remind everyone to pay attention to the doors and windows."

Yang Huazhong thought about it quickly, and felt that this was the only way to go.

As Li Zheng, he bumped into suspicious-looking people wandering around the village, so he definitely couldn't just sit idly by, "Okay, then let's hurry up and bring the babies back!"

Earlier, blacksmith Luo still had a guess and was too embarrassed to tell Yang Huazhong.

Maybe that shadowy man didn't steal people's money, but came out to steal people.

Don't underestimate the villagers in these villages. Men and women work together in the fields every day, go to the mountains to cut firewood, and joke about meat and vegetables.

As time goes by, it's inevitable that there will be some messy things and hot eyes.

Instead of smashing them face to face and making everyone feel uncomfortable, it's better to slow down, don't push so hard, and give a warning later.

The two hurried to the door of the Jiang family's second room, just as Sun and the others came out with the babies in their arms, and Jiang Xianjun walked in front, leading the way off with a windproof lamp in his hand.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang coming, Sun and the others hurriedly talked to Jiang Xianjun, telling him not to see him off, but someone from his family picked him up and asked him to go back to the house to accompany Zheng Xiaoqin and his wife.

Yang Huazhong and the others also came over to thank Jiang Xianjun, and told Jiang Xianjun to fix the doors and windows at night. On the way earlier, he encountered a suspicious-looking person, probably a petty thief.

When everyone heard this, they immediately became nervous. Sun and Wang Cuilian were instinctively afraid of that kind of thief.

I always feel that that kind of person doesn't seem like a real person, it's a weird existence, I don't know what to do unexpected things, so the backs of the two women are covered with hairs.

The first reaction in Jiang Xianjun's mind was the things in the storeroom at home, and those things were sent by the Luo family and the Yang family.

He calculated that those food and other things could support them for a month or two!

There are still so many eggs, a few live chickens and ducks, enough for Zheng Xiaoqin to have a beautiful confinement.

So right now Jiang Xianjun obeyed Sun's and the others' persuasion, and didn't go out again when he arrived at the gate of the yard. After watching them leave, he quickly closed the gate of the yard by himself, and then went to the warehouse to close all the doors and windows of the warehouse, and put bolts in the windows. , the door is locked on the outside.

There is an additional iron chain under the lock.

When he finished all this and returned to the house, Zheng Xiaoqin was sitting on the bed with her daughter in her arms and continuing to feed her.

Since drinking the old hen soup, Zheng Xiaoqin's whole body is like a river, overflowing with water!
After feeding the pair of little twins earlier, she felt bloated again after a while, so she had to pick up her daughter and feed her to sleep.

Seeing Jiang Xianjun closing the windows and cupboards nervously after entering the house, Zheng Xiaoqin felt puzzled and at the same time felt funny.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xianjun said, "Prevent thieves."

Zheng Xiaoqin couldn't help laughing, "Oh my God, we don't have mountains of gold and silver. If the thief comes, are you afraid that he won't be able to take away the rusty iron pot in the kitchen?"

Jiang Xianjun continued to play tricks, responding to Zheng Xiaoqin's teasing: "It's true, Uncle Luo and the others ran into a thief on the road when they came over."

"Although our family doesn't have mountains of gold and silver, we still have some rice and noodles, which are life-saving rations."

Hearing that there were indeed thieves, Zheng Xiaoqin's expression also changed a few times, and she looked around nervously.

"Xianjun, come up to sleep when you're done, I'm afraid."

"Well, I'll go to the yard to check again to see if there are any omissions."

Soon Jiang Xianjun went back to the house, washed his feet hastily and went to bed. At this moment, there was the sound of beating outside, followed by Yang Huazhong's yelling.

Zheng Xiaoqin and Jiang Xianjun pricked up their ears to listen, and the content of Yang Huazhong's shout was to let everyone pay attention to the doors and windows, and watch out for candles.

"Yang Sanbo is really a good and responsible person." Zheng Xiaoqin said softly while lying in Jiang Xianjun's arms.

Jiang Xianjun remained silent.

Seeing that Jiang Xianjun was silent, Zheng Xiaoqin raised her head and looked at him. Seeing his tense face and displeased eyes, Zheng Xiaoqin suddenly thought of something.

She hurriedly sat up, looked at him with some trepidation, and explained cautiously: "I, I didn't mean to praise them in front of you, I was..."

"You're just telling the truth." Jiang Xianjun interrupted Zheng Xiaoqin, turned his head to look at her, and his eyes returned to peace.

"Don't be nervous, I didn't annoy you, because it doesn't matter if it's Uncle Luo or Uncle Yang, they are all very upright and responsible people."

"In the past, the relationship between our two families has always been very good, and I respect them very much in my heart. However, as long as I think of my mother, I can't let myself get close to them. There is like a wall between them. past."

So it's okay to be awkward.

Zheng Xiaoqin also thought of the mother-in-law who was still in prison, waiting to be executed after the fall, but the county government delayed because of the flood, and she is still in prison.

"Xianjun, when I'm confinement, let's take the baby and visit the county government prison, and let the mother-in-law see her granddaughter." Zheng Xiaoqin suggested again carefully.

Jiang Xianjun thought for a while, and was a little moved.

But he didn't respond with all his mouth, and only said: "Let's talk about it when the time comes!"

"It depends on the state of the baby, and also depends on whether the sky will thunder or rain."

Poor people, you can't catch a cold in the rain, because you are poor, you can't get sick and you can't get medicine.

You have to save your limited money to live, or you will starve to death.

The sounds of beating and shouting outside gradually faded away, Jiang Xianjun patted Zheng Xiaoqin on the shoulder, "It's getting late, go to sleep, you have to feed that little twin for the next few days!"

Zheng Xiaoqin was also really exhausted, and soon fell asleep in Jiang Xianjun's arms.

Jiang Xianjun covered her with the quilt, then turned over lightly and went down to pee on the ground. When he came back, he passed by the cradle to check whether the little quilt was well covered. The big veil covering the top of the cradle was Will it cover the child's mouth and nose while blocking the wind...

After everything was checked properly, he went back to bed.

Lying back on the bed, I was still thinking about those things in the warehouse, and I didn't feel sleepy for a long time.

He kept some things in his heart and didn't dare to say them, and when he said them, he was afraid that people would poke his spine and say that he had no sense of right and wrong.

Compared with the thank-you gifts of rice grains and wheat flour in the warehouse, in fact, what he wants most in his heart is something else...

He wanted his mother back and his family to be reunited.

Even though her mother killed her father by mistake, even though she was burdened with crimes, she was his own mother after all, and he was still willing to give her a pension and let her die, instead of being imprisoned in such a dark prison Waiting for the butcher knife that fell on his neck at some point.

(End of this chapter)