The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 289 It's Not Me!
The shed where Sun and Sun Junyan lived was said to be a shack, but it was actually a wooden house. The weather was not too hot when the mother and son were driven out of the village. It can be said that it fits perfectly.

Trees as thick as a baby's arm are tied together with wire to make a wooden raft. This kind of wooden raft is a wall, which cannot be blown by the wind or drenched by the rain.

And after all, they are mother and child, men and women are different, Tong Tiehu even built two rooms.

Another point is that although the wooden house is in a field, the ground in the room is flatter and more solid than a threshing floor.

Anyone who saw this condition would praise Tong Tiehu for his benevolence.

The village chief is really kind to build such a good wooden house even after his grandson's pants were stripped in public!

Moreover, there happened to be a well next to the field, which was used by the villagers to irrigate the field. In this way, the mother and son could even solve the problem of water.

The house is new and has domestic water. You don't have to walk to work in the field, and you can see the fields when you go out.

What's more important is that this place is quiet, and I don't have to worry about the recipe leaking out if I want to make something fresh.

Such conditions, in Qiao Mai's view, completely moved to a new house.

Tong Tiehu is too merciful!
When the group was about to arrive, they saw Mrs. Sun sitting at the door rubbing wheat from a distance, and there was a large pile of wheat beside her, weighing more than a hundred catties.

Sun Junyan was nowhere to be seen.

Yang Ye snapped his fingers, and pointed the fan in his hand at Mrs. Sun, "Look, what I said is not bad at all."

Qiao Mai raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth secretly.

Mrs. Sun has fallen to this point, even if she sells her life, it won't be worth ten thousand catties of wheat, shit!
Rely on!
Yang Ye happened to be squinting at her with his phoenix eyes, seeing her small teeth grinding movements, and couldn't help but smile, "This king said, I will make it up to you."

"No need. If Mrs. Sun really did it, she will definitely be punished as she should. She is miserable, and the women are happy. Those wheat should be bought by the women." She squeezed through her teeth. say this.

"Why are you so polite to me?" Yang Ye was convinced of Qiao Maimai's craftsmanship, and he always respected people with real skills.

What's more, what Qiao Xiaomai knows is his favorite cooking skill.

He really wanted to have a good relationship with Qiao Mai.

"And there is all the evidence, ninety-nine percent is Sun's doing it." He said again with certainty.

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness, but for no reason, how can I ask for compensation from my lord." Qiao Xiaomai forced a smile on his face, "Whether Mrs. Sun did it, we have to ask."

In the time it takes to speak, the carriage has already arrived in front of the wooden house, and Mrs. Sun has stood up, with suspicion and disgust on her face, but her whole person is very calm.

There is no panic after doing something bad.

He even took the initiative to ask, "What are you doing here?"

Bad tone.

Yang Ye and Qiao Mai got out of the carriage, and Qiao Changshun, Qiao Dami, Tong Sanlang and Tong Tiehu got out of the ox cart. Tong Sanlang pointed to the pile of wheat in front of the wooden house expressionlessly, "Where did you get all this wheat?"

"Ask my son what he wants." Mrs. Sun originally had her hands on her hips, but when she saw Yang Ye, she shrank back, not only put her hands down, but also her voice became much weaker.

This nobleman is too expensive, so expensive that she can't even raise the emotion of loathing and hatred,

"May I ask which son you want?" Tong Sanlang frowned and asked.

"Boss, second, and third, I'm their mother. I'm so hungry that I can save my breath. They don't dare to starve me to death." Sun said.

(End of this chapter)