Farmer’s Blessed Girl

"I know that the nearby hills are all small and there will be no beasts. I won't go to Mianshan."

Zhou Xi said this for a while, Mianshan is the mountain in the direction of the county town after leaving the village. That piece of mountain is connected to the mountain, but it is not high. I remember that when they were young, they often looked for wild fruits there. Like, there are more mountains in there than other mountains.

There are even such things as wild boar roe deer and wolves.

But the young people in Qili Village are very courageous, and they will not stop going to Mianshan because of this.

But since the bodies of Zhou Yin and his wife were found there, the people of Qili Village subconsciously avoided it. For many years, few people went up to look for things.

Zhou Xi hurried out.

Qian shi leaned against the wall for a while.

The children of the old Zhou family were all rushed to the small courtyard next door, and only four daughters-in-law were busy in the courtyard.

Mrs Feng wiped the chicken's neck and was waiting for boiling water to dehair, Mrs Fang was boiling the water, Mrs He went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables, and Mrs Qian was mixing noodles.

There is no rice at home for a long time, so naturally we can't steam rice, and the pasta or pancakes that we have been eating recently, occasionally Lao Zhoutou will allow them to be extravagant, and let Xiao Qian pull a bowl of noodles for each person...

Occasionally, a few children's voices came from the small courtyard next door, but they seemed to be coming from the sky. Qian's tears that had already stopped suddenly fell down like the river that burst its embankment. can't stop...

This is what Lao Zhoutou saw when he came back with his children. He couldn't help asking loudly, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

The village chief and the yamen in the house heard the sound and walked out. Qian shi first saw Zhou Xi who followed closely behind her with tears in her eyes. Seeing her nodding, she knew that she had already talked to the old Zhou Tou.

She simply leaned against the wall and didn't speak. She didn't want to speak now, and she didn't want to pay attention to Lao Zhoutou.

Old Zhou Tou glanced at her one after another, and first got to know each other with the yamen under the introduction of the village chief.

The yamen looked at the large group of young men behind him in surprise, swallowed and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

When Man Bao heard the movement next door, he left his nephews and nieces and ran next door...

"Little girl!" Erya couldn't catch her, and was about to chase after her, when the fifth and sixth heads on the bed clapped together, and Erya could only stomp her feet and let the second head chase after the little girl. Go back and continue to look at the two cousins.

Man Bao rushed to the main room, saw his father, jumped directly into his arms, and burst into tears.

Old Zhou was so distressed that he quickly asked, "What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong with you?"

Qian Shi wiped away her tears and came over, pulled Man Bao to wipe her tears and said, "Don't cry, let your father greet the guests."

Man Bao snuggled into his mother's arms and sobbed, secretly tilted his head and glared at the yamen.

The yamen did not find it.

After seeing Lao Zhoutou's six sons, the yamen was a lot more polite to the old Zhou family, so he didn't say anything to Qian's coming to the table, nor did he say anything to Man Bao who was leaning on Qian's body.

Although the village chief and the Qian clan had already been informed, the yamen officially reiterated it with Lao Zhoutou, emphasizing that they had to bring their belongings to the county yali to go through the formalities for cancellation.

Although he already knew what happened from Zhou Xi in advance, and he also guessed the meaning of the old wife, the old Zhou Tou was still a little undecided.

Although the name is the same, it is not his own brother, is he?

However, after Zhou Yin's death, he found an official from the village, but he was stuck in his throat. At this time, there was an opportunity to let him, the old Zhou family, and even the entire Qili Village get rid of that predicament.

The village chief gently kicked Old Zhou's head under the table and reminded him, "Uncle Jin, the official is asking you something."

Old Zhou Tou replied dully, "How many household heads do you need to sign this guarantee?"

"At least five."

Old Zhou Tou wants to smoke.

Qian Shi wiped the corners of his eyes and said: "Master, my brother in charge of my family is very affectionate, and it's still a little difficult to slow down. By the way, my family, Zhou Yin, went out due to drought when he was fourteen years old, although the road led to him. The appearance of my family is written about Zhou Yin, but that place seems to be Shangzhou..."

The yamen took a sip of bean curd and said, "Isn't it Shangzhou? The yamen in Liangzhou have checked it out. Originally, these things were already sent to Shangzhou, but the people from the county government in Shangzhou said that Zhou Yin was not this week. The local people came from our Mianzhou, where they married a lady surnamed Xia, and after the death of the Xia family’s parents, they moved with their children, and it is said that they are going back to Mianzhou.”

The people of the old Zhou family were taken aback for a moment.

The yamen slapped his thigh and said, "In the end, for some reason, people went to Liangzhou, and the three members of the family were murdered by mountain bandits. If it hadn't been for Liangzhou to suppress bandits a few years ago, I'm afraid they wouldn't know they were dead."

The yamen comforted them in a less sincere voice, "You all mourn and change, at least you know your life and death now, don't you?"

Old Zhou Tou widened his eyes with disbelief on his face.

Qian Shi was the first to come back to his senses, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you are right."

Qian got up, grabbed Man Bao and smiled at the yamen: "You sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to see..."

There are many people in the family, and Xiao Qian's cooking is very fast. After a while, he has prepared a table and served it.

Old Zhou Tou only ordered Zhou Dalang to sit down together, while the other sons went to the kitchen and squatted in the yard to eat a bowl of noodle soup.

The yamen didn't care about it, he ate a chicken leg and said happily: "I just said, this chicken has to be tender, the chicken you raised in your house is really delicious, this is the best I have eaten this year. Chicken is eaten."

Old Zhou Tou smiled at him, gave him another drumstick, and said with a smile, "Eat more if you think it's delicious."

The village chief couldn't help but glance at him and secretly said, if Aunt Qian was here, no matter how reluctant he was, Aunt Qian would give him a chicken to carry away.

But what about him.

The village head bowed his head to eat the noodles. Except for the old Zhou family, he was the one who knew Zhou Yin best. The yamen said just now that if it wasn't for the confirmation that Zhou Yin died seven years ago, he would have almost thought that the yamen had brought Zhou Yin's relic.

The situation is so consistent, what are you afraid of?

The yamen had enough to eat and drink, and finally took something away.

Because he thought tofu was delicious too, Lao Zhoutou asked Xiao Qian to wrap several pieces of tofu for him, and he had to send him a basket.

People don't look down on small baskets, so they have to put a big basket under the eaves.

Old Zhou Tou endured one by one. Anyway, these things are not expensive, but it is impossible to want chickens.

I just killed one of his little hens that just laid eggs, but he was so distressed that he wanted to take one away. What about a dream?

The yamen saw that it was useless to hint and express, so he pouted and left with a cold snort.

Apparently, the friendship that developed after a meal disappeared immediately, and even the impression may have dropped to a negative number.