Farmer’s Blessed Girl

As soon as the person walked away, the old Zhou family immediately closed the door, and Chuu Lang spat out the door and cursed inwardly, "I won't eat you!"

Qian's face sank and shouted, "Fourth!"

"Hey—" Thursday Lang immediately turned around with a smile on his face, "Mother, what's your order?"

Qian Shi handed Man Bao to him and said, "Send Man Bao to Bai's house to study with the young masters."

Thursday Lang immediately mentioned Manbao's bookcase graciously.

Man Bao pouted and said, "Mother, I don't want to go."

"Why don't you go?" Qian said with a stern face, "Didn't you say that Grandma Liu is back? You also agreed to go over and say hello. Wouldn't it be disrespectful and disrespectful if you didn't go?"

"Go, the sun is too big, you don't have to go home for lunch break, go to school with your husband in the afternoon," Qian said, "Now the house is in a mess, neither your father nor I have a charter, and you don't have to stay at home. use."

However, Man Bao felt that Mother seemed to be hiding something from her, but she couldn't go against her mother, so she could only follow Thursday in a sullen mood.

Shirou walked by her side, shaded her against the sun, comforting her along the way, "Are you unhappy because that yamen is annoying?"

"That's right!" Man Bao said, "Also, my uncle is dead."

Uncle is dead.

Thursday Lang secretly said, but he still made a look of pity, "In fact, my parents and family have expected this, after all, there is no news for so many years."

"The yamen said that my uncle has already married a wife and has a child. Those bandits are so abhorrent, they even killed the child."

Thursday Lang nodded again and again, "Yes, they are all bad people!"

"That yamen isn't a good person either. My mother is so sad, and he's patronizing fetching things from our house."

Thursday Lang gave her an idea, "Man Bao, aren't you familiar with the county magistrate? Next time you go to the county seat, you should go to the county magistrate to file a complaint. I asked the village chief just now and I know his name."

Thursday Lang snorted coldly: "Such a bad messenger, continuing to serve as a messenger in the yamen will hurt most people."

Man Bao nodded fiercely, took the matter to heart, and asked, "Fourth brother, what's his name?"

The brothers and sisters were talking while walking on the bridge. At this time, Mrs. Qian asked Mrs. Feng to detain all the children in the small courtyard. Only six sons and Mrs. Qian were left in the courtyard.

A large family and the village chief were sitting in the main room for a meeting, and even their voices were deliberately lowered.

The village chief looked at Zhang Lu Yin again and again, and was still very puzzled, "Don't say it, it's written on it very much like Uncle Xiao Yin."

"Uncle Yin is just Uncle Yin, you have to add a little more," Lao Zhoutou muttered a few words, and said, "What does it look like, anyway, isn't it just a few words that lead back and forth on this road? What facial features Zhou Zheng, white skin, slightly straight nose... Strangely, this Zhou Yin is also from our Luojiang County, and he went to Shangzhou to marry a wife from us..."

The village chief couldn't help but ask, "By the way, Uncle Jin, I remember that Aunt Xiaoyin's surname is Xia, right?"

Old Zhou Tou responded with a dull voice, "So you said it was a coincidence?"

"What a coincidence!" The village chief put down the road guide, his face was a little heavy, "This is too coincidental, even the storytellers in the county town tavern dare not say that."

The room fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Wu and Saturday Lang, who had heard all kinds of stories from Man Bao, looked around, and couldn't help but whisper, "Father, mother, could my uncle offend someone, but my uncle also has friends. Uncle's friend helped to do it, the purpose is to let our family not be afraid?"

Old Zhoutou said angrily, "Why didn't you come a few years ago, you have to wait until now?"

"Maybe we didn't find us a few years ago?" Wu Wulang guessed, "Didn't something happen to our village last year..."

Before Wu Wulang's words were finished, the expressions of the village chief and Lao Zhoutou changed at the same time, and they also thought of what happened after the disaster last year.

The two of them actually felt that what Friday Lang said was still somewhat reasonable.

The village chief was so worried, he asked, "What on earth does Uncle Yin do?"

The old Zhoutou said angrily: "What can he do? He has been studying for a few years, and he knows how to farm and do some small business. Do you really believe that the officials said that he went to rob the house? My family's Erlang is like that. person?"

The village chief did not speak.

Old Zhoutou said angrily, "You saw him when he came back. As he is proud of himself, does he seem to be lying? Besides, the officials who came to the village are very wrong. It's not like you don't know..."

Speaking of the latter, the voice of the old Zhou Tou is getting smaller and smaller. Although he has always believed that Zhou Yin will not do bad things, over the years, he is still a little guilty.

At that time, Zhou Yin's time at home was too short. Although he told about his experience in those years, they didn't have time to ask for more details, and no one could confirm that what he said was the truth.

All these years, relying on his good reputation in the village in the early years, everyone will subconsciously believe that Zhou Yin will not do bad things, and will not be the mountain bandits who are robbed by the officials.

But let alone let Lao Zhoutou come up with evidence, he can't tell the more detailed experience.

Old Zhou Tou held his head and did not want to speak.

The village chief sighed and turned to ask, "Then what are you going to do about this?"

"Treat him in mourning," Qian said suddenly, "to conjure his soul, then go out and say to set up a tomb for clothes and crowns. Over the years, we have only dared to secretly burn some paper money and incense wax for him, but we have not been able to give him a good worship. Now, since The yamen asks us to eliminate our membership, so we can do it all."

The village chief thought for a while, then nodded, "That's fine. After implementing this matter, the people in the village will have a problem on their minds. What about the guarantee book?"

Qian looked at the old Zhoutou.

Old Zhoutou thought for a while and said, "I have to trouble you to sign one for me, and I will go to other homes for the remaining four copies. Don't worry, if something goes wrong in the future, you will be bitten to death and deceived by my family. I will bear it all."

"What did Uncle Jin say? Even if something happened, it's not our fault. It was the county government who told us that people died. We have all been killed and carried over so many years ago. It doesn't make sense. ."

This kind of thing is the easiest to find out in the first year of the incident. It has been seven years now, and the county government has sent such a good excuse this time.

However, it is indeed risky to ask someone to sign a guarantee.

Old Zhoutou obviously knew this, so he looked at Qian Shi and discussed, "Go open the money box and take out a coin."

The village chief looked at Lao Zhoutou in surprise. He was really willing to pay for it. After hanging up, is this still his stingy Uncle Jin?

Of course, Old Zhoutou is also heartbroken, but his younger brother will be able to eat the chicken, duck, fish, steamed buns and rice that they gave him. In the future, the family can finally talk about him without being too shy, and the sharp blade on his head has also been shifted a bit. Son, so this heartache is relieved a lot.