Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Ji Ling usually looks gentle and kind, but she can also lose her temper. Especially the two hard slaps she just gave Gu Yalai were frightened. At this moment, Gu Yalai shivered in fright and subconsciously reached out to cover her face. Neck, she felt that Ji Ling might really kill her.

"No, no, you can't do this. My son will avenge me." Gu Yalai's voice was as low as a mosquito's cry.

"Revenge? Let me tell you if he can beat him." This time it was Fengjiu who spoke in a very arrogant tone, but people also have the ability to be arrogant.

Bai Ruozhu felt warm in her heart as she listened. It felt good to have an aunt, especially having such a powerful and domineering aunt.

Well, there is also my uncle who is a master of martial arts.

At this time, the comatose grandma woke up. She saw everyone clearly and said excitedly: "Great, the young lady is here to save us. Madam, please stop arguing with the young lady."

Grandma's words were conveyed to Gu Yalai at the foot of the steps. Gu Yalai snorted and said nothing, which made her feel less embarrassed.

Bai Ruozhu found out that her mother-in-law had been injured internally, so she had to ask someone to take them back. Lin Ping'er looked unhappy when she saw the two of them coming back, and she got angry with her daughter.

"Brother and sister, Ruozhu can't help it. Mrs. Gu was arrested just now and almost lost her life. It's not safe to let her run outside." Ji Ling went over to persuade Lin Ping'er, "What if someone really If he dies, what will outsiders say about our Ruozhu?"

Lin Ping'er became nervous when she heard this, "You're right, it's not safe outside, so we can't let her run around outside. Alas, as long as she calms down, can I really not tolerate her? She scolded my family that day. My dear, I can’t swallow this breath.”

Ji Ling said with a smile: "Then let her apologize to the Wang family. She always has to apologize if she says something wrong."

Although Lin Ping'er felt that Gu Yalai would definitely not want to bow her head, she also thought this idea was a good one.

Bai Ruozhu asked Guo'er to diagnose and treat her grandma, and went back to the house to have a good rest. She went into the space to play with Xiao Hei for a while, and her mood gradually improved.

There is no news from Ah Chun, and I don’t know where he is or whether Yingtong and the others have been found. As for Yingtong and the others, they didn't know what was going on. Were they seriously injured or were they still alive?

…

In the barbarian prison, several guards were drinking and eating meat again. Because the dungeon was cold and cold, they drank to warm themselves up at night. This was already a routine in the prison, so no one from above would pay much attention.

Bai Zebo quietly observed the jailers through the thick railings, including the keys on their waists. He had been watching them for a few days, and even thought of an opportunity to steal the keys, but what next?

He rubbed his hair that had become a mess with some annoyance. Even if he could escape from the prison, what would he do next? They were all hit by Hua Gong Powder and were unable to fight each other.

At this time, a jailer who was drinking was a little dizzy and started talking nonsense in a low voice.

"I dreamed about our noble lady last night, Mrs. Bai. She said that the cistanche deserticola produced by my family will definitely make a lot of money, and my parents will no longer have to endure hardships with me. Just a few dollars from our jailer's job will be enough. Ah, when the Cistanche deserticola is sold, I can also support them in their old age."

Another jailer glared at him, "You're crazy. You can't mention Mrs. Bai now. The eldest prince is in power now."

The man suddenly threw the wine glass to the ground and said in a tearful tone: "Why am I confused? The eldest prince is going to be an enemy of the Western Regions and Danliang. Who can I sell this Cistanche deserticola to? I still can't let my parents live. Have a great time."

These words seemed to stir up a thousand waves, and another jailer also said in frustration: "Prince Shanta's proposal was so good before. Who doesn't want to live a good life, but now..."

"The nobles have never suffered, and we suffered the most difficult years. My parents even ate grass roots, and they are still in poor health. They have the root cause of the disease!" He simply started crying as he spoke, "Mrs. Bai If it is a nobleman of our barbarian tribe and the high priest left it, do we really have to deal with our nobleman now? Aren't we afraid of being punished by God?"

"Oh, you are crazy. Don't say these words. If the eldest prince hears them, you will be punished now!" The jailer next to him hurriedly covered his mouth, and the prison instantly became quiet. The four The jailers didn't say anything anymore, but they were obviously very depressed.

Bai Zebo noticed that the crying and complaining jailer glanced at him quietly, his eyes were bright, where was the look of crying and crying just now?

He became excited. Yes, the food deliveryman said he would not let him die. It was the barbarians who took action!

Is it the prince Shanta who is friends with his cousin who is planning everything?

Just as he was thinking about it, the oldest jailer drank a glass of wine and said in a choked voice: "Don't mention Prince Santa again. He is already dead. He even saved my baby's life. I didn't even have the chance to repay him." where."

Bai Zebo trembled. Prince Shanta was dead, so who was going to save them? Was it arranged spontaneously by Prince Shanta's subordinates?

…

The past few days have been calm, Gu Yalai has also calmed down, and everything seems to be going well. The only bad thing is that he has not received a letter from Jiang Yichun, and there is no news from them in the DPRK.

Bai Ruozhu became a little anxious. With the arrival of summer, she became particularly afraid of the heat. She wished she could throw away the tight-fitting clothes of the ancients and wear short sleeves to keep cool.

On this day, a strange guest came to the Bai family. She was a woman with a head injury. She was accompanied by her son and daughter-in-law.

When the others were brought in, Bai Ruozhu recognized it was Mrs. Xin whom she had rescued before.

"The old woman is kowtowing to her benefactor." Mrs. Xin said that she was about to kneel down and kowtow. Bai Ruozhu hurriedly signaled Mo Xiang to help her.

"If you kowtow again, the wound on your head will be healed in vain." Bai Ruozhu said with a smile.

Seeing Bai Ruozhu's friendly attitude, Mrs. Xin couldn't help but relax a lot, saying that she was in good health now and came here specifically to express her gratitude.

Bai Ruozhu glanced at the wound on her head and said, "You should pay more attention not to get it wet, and continue to use the ointment to avoid scars."

"Thank you for your benefactor's advice." Mrs. Xin said politely.

Bai Ruozhu secretly observed that although Mrs. Xin was an ordinary woman, she behaved well and was not like an ordinary village woman. Her son and daughter-in-law also sat aside and did not look around. They were also very well-behaved people.

The most special thing is that her daughter-in-law's face is delicate, not the kind of gorgeous makeup, it looks like light makeup, which makes people feel clean and comfortable, but Bai Ruozhu knows that this is not something ordinary people can draw.

Look at Mrs. Xin passing on her skills to her daughter-in-law.

"Grandma Xin doesn't look like ordinary people. Where did you learn this craft?" Bai Ruozhu asked.

Mrs. Xin's face suddenly changed, turning pale instantly, and she even glanced at Bai Ruozhu in horror.

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Sangta: Fans, please don’t burn paper for me. Please give monthly tickets to Ruozhu if you are interested~

Ah Chun: (with a cold expression) My wife doesn’t need to ask anyone for her monthly pass, I can just do it myself.

Then Ah Chun performed a set of fierce swordsmanship, and said in his mouth: Everyone who has tickets will support the ticket show, and those who don’t have tickets will support the individual show...