The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

When Jiang Muxia returned to her home in the south of the city, Fuzi, who had been waiting for her at home, hurried to meet her and told her calmly that Jiang Hongxing and her daughter were found dead in Shuijing Lane. The officials had thrown their bodies into the mass grave in the west of the city and burned them.

Jiang Muxia's bright eyes flashed for a moment, and she nodded to show that she understood. She sorted the ingredients she brought back from her aunt's house and said "Oh".

Fuzi was stunned, surprised by her calm reaction, and asked anxiously: "Sister, are you okay?"

After hearing his question, Jiang Muxia stopped what she was doing, turned around and glanced at him calmly before chuckling, "What can happen to me? Do you think I should be happy or sad? They don't deserve such an insignificant person."

Fuzi was relieved and was about to leave when Jiang Muxia suddenly stopped him and told him, "If an old lady comes to the tavern to look for me, bring her here directly. She is my grandmother."

"it is good."

After Fuzi left, Jiang Muxia straightened her back and her face became solemn. She exhaled lightly and sighed deeply.

She had finally gotten rid of all her enemies from her previous life and now had some money saved. After the New Year, she would be busy. She had to sort out the more than two acres of land in Qingfeng Villa and ask someone to buy the more than twenty acres of sloping land on the west side of Beiyangang.

She calculated in her mind that she still had nearly two hundred taels of silver in her hand. The slope was a wasteland in the village, and she would get more than ten taels if she took it. The remaining silver in her hand could not be moved. Within half a year, she would face a bigger disaster.

She put the ingredients into a willow basket and hung it on a hook on the beam, then went out to find Tang Zhongbai to ask about the progress of the matter she had entrusted him with.

It was almost dusk, and the lights were on in the Tang family courtyard. Ji Feng stood on the hanging pole under the porch, dozing with his eyes closed. When he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, looked around, and then closed them again.

The light in the west wing was on. She tried to go forward and knock on the door, and Tang Zhongbai's low voice "Come in" came from inside the room.

She pushed the door open gently, and saw him in plain clothes, sitting at his desk writing documents.

Seeing her come in, he closed the document, smiled and stood up to greet her.

"Now that you're here, are you cold?" Tang Zhongbai took her hand, placed it in his own big hands, and held it gently.

"I'm fine. Are you busy? Or should I come back later?"

"I'm done." Tang Zhongbai took her to the couch under the window and poured her a cup of hot tea. "What's going on?"

Jiang Muxia said seriously: "Do you remember what you promised me? I wonder how it's going now?"

Tang Zhongbai couldn't help but pull her arm gently and pulled her into his arms. Jiang Muxia felt dizzy and screamed. Just as she was about to break free, she felt a warm sensation in her ears. His voice was low and hoarse, which made her heart tremble and she couldn't bear to move.

"You only think about me doing things for you, and you don't think about me. Your cousin is younger than me and is already married. When do you want to give yourself to me, um...!"

The ambiguity in his voice made Jiang Muxia feel numb all over and her heart beat like a drum. What was he going to do?

Feeling her nervousness, Tang Zhongbai slowly turned his head and looked at her, leaning against her cheek.

Jiang Muxia saw the passion in his eyes. His pupils were dark and glowing, and the bottom of his eyes was like an endless abyss, as if he wanted to suck her deeply in.

Her face turned red, and she turned her head away embarrassedly, burying her head in his arms, not daring to look at him.

Unexpectedly, when she twisted her neck, Tang Zhongbai bit her lower lip unexpectedly, impulsively and passionately. The sudden kiss made her eyes widen, and she was so scared that she dared not move.

This was the first time the two of them had such an intimate action. Jiang Muxia's breathing became turbulent and his hands and feet became stiff.

Seeing that she did not refuse, Tang Zhongbai went a step further and kissed her lips, sucking tentatively, but when she still did not respond, he intensified his demands even more passionately.

At this moment, Jiang Muxia felt numb all over and dared not move. She did not dislike his actions, and her chest was filled with sweetness and happiness.

But, the next moment, Tang Zhongbai stopped his movements, hugged her in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and asked her in a lazy and ambiguous voice, "Dear, when are you going to marry me? I can't stand it anymore. It's so hard for me to follow you!"

Jiang Muxia tightened her arms, hugged him, and asked him softly, "What happened to you today? Didn't we agree on this?"

"I know what you want to do, but you don't have to. I can give you the life you want, and you don't have to be so tired!"

Jiang Muxia untied her arms, held his face, and said seriously: "But, I can do anything by myself. I can't drag my entire family to hide under your wings. As time goes by, their mentality will change, and I will become more and more flattering to you. Zhong Bai, do you want me to be such a dodder?"

Tang Zhongbai was silent. He just wanted her to live according to her own heart. The women from aristocratic families in the capital all lived like they were cast in the same mold, dull and boring, like wooden figures. He didn't like women like that.

"But, you are too tired, I will feel bad."

Jiang Muxia smiled, pecked him on the cheek, quickly left his arms, and sat on the other side of the couch.

"In fact, I have gained a great advantage by having you, the second son of the Tang family, as my backer. With you here, no one dares to bully me openly, and it will be much easier for me to do things."

He rolled his eyes at her tenderly and said angrily, "It's good that you know. I have kept your affairs in mind and have asked my father and mother to bring the things back for me after they return to Beijing. Don't worry, I won't delay your important matter."

When Jiang Muxia came out of the west wing, it was already completely dark, and Nanny Jiang handed her a lantern to light up the place.

As soon as she stepped into the house, she saw her mother standing at the kitchen door, looking at the door with a worried look on her face.

Jiang Muxia bolted the door and walked towards her slowly.

"You're finally back, kid. You haven't gotten married yet, so it's not good for you to stay together every day. What if one day you lose control and... let people laugh at you?" Lu Chaoyun scolded her angrily, "We women are the ones who suffer in this kind of thing, so you better be more careful!"

Lu Chaoyun tapped her forehead hard, wishing he could force her words into her brain through his fingers.

Jiang Muxia smiled and pushed his head forward to let Lu Chaoyun poke hard.

Lu Chaoyun was so angry that he cursed: "Why did I give birth to a careless thing like you? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Mother..." Jiang Muxia hugged her arms intimately and acted coquettishly, "I know my limits. I've said before that we are mother and daughter. I will never do anything that would bring shame to you and father."

Lu Chaoyun shook her hand off and scolded her with a smile: "Humph, that sounds nice, but you have embarrassed me so many times. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. We have to get up early to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Go and get some rest."

The beginning of spring has passed, and the weather is getting warmer day by day. The sun is shining on New Year's Eve, and the breeze carries the breath of spring.

Lu Chaoyun and Nanny Jiang had already agreed that the two families would celebrate the New Year together this year.

Jiang Muxia was lazy and slept soundly in bed. No matter who called her, she ignored them.

Lu Chaoyun was so angry that he hit her twice through the quilt, then ignored her and went back to work.

The government office will have the annual holiday after working half a day today and will not resume work until the sixth day of the New Year.

In the kitchen, Lu Chaoyun and Nanny Jiang were preparing ingredients while Jiang Mutao was making a fire.

Jiang Yuzhou brought his youngest son to the restaurant to invite Jiang Yuqing to spend the New Year at home. Everyone was busy with their own things, only Jiang Muxia hid in the quilt to meet Zhou Gong.

She was having a sweet dream when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the yard and the angry voice of Jiang Yuzhou.