Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 199 Wang's unique skill, touching porcelain.

"Grandma!" Ah Jiu quickly retreated into the woods:

"Those villagers have gone to our field."

"Just go, a bunch of ordinary people."

What Wang said was calm, and Ah Jiu quit: "You don't care at all? You only care about whether you have spiritual spring water to drink? Grandma, you are too selfish."

"Human nature is selfish, and there is a karma in it. This old man is not contaminated with unnecessary karma."

When Wang said this, her face was calm. In Ah Jiu's eyes, it was a crooked melon and a jujube that didn't eat the fireworks of the world.

"Are you going? If you don't go, I won't give you the spiritual spring water in the future."

Ah Jiu looked back, and she knew that even if she went to make a fuss, she would not be able to beat him.

"The old man is going here."

Wang got up and ran quickly.

Seeing that Ah Jiu finally felt comforted, she followed behind her buttocks for a few steps, then turned her head and was worried about her fruit.

Ah Jiu still planned to guard the fruit.

Crouching down and stretching my neck, my grandma came to the ground and shouted loudly: "What are you doing?"

Then look at those people who are lying on the ground and pawing the soil vigorously, and are still lying on the ground carefully picking up something and stuffing it into their arms.

As expected, it should be that the wheat seeds that Dad cultivated today were pulled out by them, and they wanted to take it for themselves.

"Where did you come from, an old thing? Could it be a refugee?"

The person who spoke stood up, and Ah Jiu saw at a glance that it was the uncle who threatened to declare to the customs in the evening.

Ah Jiu watched helplessly, not knowing what method Ah Nai would use to stop them from doing bad things.

Just as she was thinking about it, ouch, Wang lay down on the ground straightly: "You beat someone, you killed someone... hurry up."

"You... I didn't hit you, you all saw it, I didn't touch him."

The skinny uncle was so frightened that he couldn't do anything, he looked at Wang who was rolling on the ground in horror.

Wang clutched her stomach: "Oh, my heart hurts...I'm going to Lizheng to sue you for stealing my seeds in the middle of the night, and beating people. Hey, hey, he's dead, come quickly."

Let me go, Ah Jiu never dreamed that a self-proclaimed grandma would use such a dirty trick.

"I didn't...I didn't touch you, old woman, don't talk nonsense."

The skinny uncle turned around and ran away in fright, and all the awakened people in the village came out in an instant.

It turned out that the three people who died in the past few days were related to ghosts and ghosts. The villagers couldn't sleep well every night, and they all came out at the slightest movement.

Some people came out with farm tools, hoes, sickles, shovels, and kitchen knives, and others came out with door sticks on their shoulders.

Ah Jiu hurriedly put the ripe pomegranates, peaches, and watermelons into the basket, stretching her neck from time to time to look in Ah Nai's direction.

In fact, as Grandma said, one generation is not as good as one generation. Ah Jiu planted three watermelons this time, but only six in total.

There are also fewer peaches than before, and it seems that the seeds have to be obtained from space, and the fruit is very festive.

All these were taken off, and the big frame of Grandpa Niu's house had just been filled.

Ah Jiu pulled the frame into the woods, cut off the watermelon seedlings and pomegranate trees and covered them.

That's it for the crowd.

"Da Zhang, what are you doing? Didn't you discuss it in the evening? We'll see what's going on with the government tomorrow. If not, Miss Meng promised to find a way for us. Why did you come out to steal other people's seeds in the middle of the night?"

Li was scolding the black and thin uncle named Zhang Da.

"That's right, Zhang Da, we are all in a hurry to farm, and it's not your family. It's fine for you to do this, why are you still beating people?"

The honest villagers helped to say good things.

Mrs. Wang on the ground was covered in mud from rolling and beating. Hearing this, the voice of wailing became a little louder:

"I'm afraid my bones won't be able to hold on. Who can withstand the beatings of young people... I'm falling apart."

When Ah Jiu squeezed into the crowd, she was almost dumbfounded.

Grandma supported her forehead for a while, and touched her waist for a while: "I also hurt here, this also hurts, my legs hurt too, my buttocks hurt too, I can't live anymore. Brother Lizheng, you have to decide for me... "

"This..." Lizheng was also dumbfounded, and turned his neck to look at Zhang Da: "Zhang Da, why do you even hit the old man?"

"I really didn't hit the old woman... If I touch a finger of her, I will die."

Zhang Daxia shivered.

(End of this chapter)