The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 2240
Old Yetou is not stupid, on the contrary, he has a keen mind and is smarter than his three sons.

How could he not see Ye Laijin's strangeness?

At this moment, he felt regret, guilt, sadness, sorrow, grief, resentment... all kinds of emotions were entangled, like a poisonous snake gnawing at his heart...

The so-called overwhelmed with sorrow is nothing more than that.

The night was getting deeper, and the boundless sky was as black as ink. Old Yetou passed through the backyard silently like a ghost, groped to open the corner door leading to the vegetable garden, and then quietly hid in the night.

In the thatched hut where sundries are placed, it is as cold as an ice kiln. On a simple bed made of several planks, there is a thick layer of straw curtains, two worn-out quilts, and two thick quilts, but it is hard to think about it. Not very warm.

Old Qian slept with her body curled up and her head covered, not even daring to expose her hair.

The room was pitch-black, and Lao Yetou couldn't see clearly, he could only see the bulging lump, and knew the general location of Lao Cui's.

"Why can't you freeze to death, you old bastard!"

The gloomy voice resounded faintly, carrying a sense of destructive hatred, like a man-eating ghost wandering in the world, full of murderous aura, eerie and terrifying.

It's just that old Cui was in a deep sleep and covered his head, so he couldn't hear.

Mrs. Cao is soft-hearted, afraid that she will starve to death after three bowls of muddleheaded porridge a day, so she always quietly adds a steamed bun and occasionally a bowl of vegetables to her.

Old Qian is quite satisfied.

This kind of food is much better than eating pig food like swill in prison.

Of course, it would be even better if it could be released.

In her dreams, she wanted to lie on the warm kang and sleep comfortably.

Dreaming of going back to the past...

At this time, she was dreaming of happily choosing a bunch of jewelry with Ye Guihua, and Wang Shi followed meekly by her side, paying the money with a smile...

Suddenly, his body lightened, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the cold air soaked his bones.

She woke up in a jerk, but she couldn't see anything, it was too dark.

Before she could figure out why the quilt had disappeared, someone grabbed her neck so violently that she couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Ah-ah-"

She struggled desperately, but the hands were getting tighter and tighter, she felt like she was about to suffocate, her head was about to explode——

After a few breaths, she was no longer able to think, her mind gradually became dizzy, as if she was about to sink into the boundless darkness, and her limbs were limply hanging down——

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the fear of messing up the second child's funeral, I would have killed you today!"

At the last moment, Lao Yetou finally let go.

At this time, she can't die yet.

The old Yetou, who came back rationally, was afraid that she would die at this juncture and disturb the funeral of Ye Laiyin and his wife, so he mercifully covered her with a quilt, so as not to freeze into a dead dog.

Wait for the second and second couple to be sent away safely, and then come to settle accounts with this old fellow.

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The winter nights are extremely long, and the winter nights where the dripping water turns into ice are even more difficult.

If there is something to do, it's fine. The Pian Shou Ling pays attention to quietness, and can't disturb the soul of the dead. Sitting there quietly, he only feels the coolness soaking into his bones.

The door of the house has long been closed tightly, and the charcoal fire in the two braziers has never stopped, but it is still cool and refreshing. .

The Ye Mancang brothers discussed and took turns to rest. They had already stayed up all night before, and it was really unbearable not to close their eyes any longer.

There is a couch in the dining room for sleeping.

The hot water in the kitchen has been burning all day long, and the fire in the stove has never stopped. Therefore, the couch is very warm with the heat provided by the flue of the stove.

Lying on the warm couch, your tired body can be soothed immediately, and after a short rest for an hour and a half, you will be able to recover.

There are still important things to do tomorrow, and it must be done with enough energy.

And Ye Yuanyuan and Ye Feifeng went to the West Wing to rest, and took Luo Hua away by the way, saying that they couldn't all suffer like this, they had to sleep for a while, otherwise they would be in trouble if they were both sick.

For the stubborn He Xiner, they had already given up their efforts. They had a lot of persuasive words, and she had to listen to them.

Xiao Yu made a cloth bag to hold Tang Pozi out of white cloth, and then sewed it up so that it doesn't look bright.

It's also because they didn't think carefully, and they didn't bring a few beautiful hand stoves, but the color of this new Tang Pozi is also a bit bright, and it is indeed a bit eye-catching in this pure white environment.

But He Xiner still refused.

"Xin'er is good. You have to take care of your own body if you are filial piety. If you fall ill, how can you send your second uncle and second aunt?"

(End of this chapter)