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

Jiang Muxia let out a long sigh, her eyes deep and thoughtful before she spoke again, "I finally understand. Why did Sister Xinghua ask me that question?"

"What?"

"She asked me, do men like pretty girls? At that time, I was wondering, why would she ask such a question when she was ignorant of the world? It turned out that at that time, she had developed feelings for Zhao Qiubao." Thinking of what Jiang Xinghua said, combined with her gentle and smiling expression at the time, Jiang Muxia was sure that this girl who was born with defects would actually fall in love with the boy she liked.

I guess, at that time, she and Zhao Qiubao were already very close, and they had already had physical contact...

"I don't believe it, how could my sister..." After analyzing for a long time, they finally came to such an unacceptable result. Jiang Zaohua shook her head like a rattle and could not accept it no matter what.

The three of them looked at each other and avoided Jiang Zaohua's gaze.

Only such a judgment is consistent with the fact that Jiang Xinghua had sex with Zhao Qiubao at that time without showing any discomfort.

Perhaps subconsciously, she was also protecting the boy she loved.

Yin Yusheng stood up straight and asked in a deep voice, "What are you going to do next? Do you want me to go to Aunt Zhang's house and try to find out her reaction?"

Jiang Muxia couldn't make a decision for Jiang Zaohua, so she turned her eyes and focused on Jiang Zaohua.

Jiang Zaohua lay in Li Jiru's arms, her shoulders twitching, she still couldn't accept it.

Li Jiru patted her back gently and advised her in a gentle voice, "Actually, this result is not a bad thing. Sister Xinghua at least had an unforgettable experience with the person she loves. Although the result is not good, the two of them met like ordinary people down there. We should be happy for her, right?"

Jiang Muxia sighed in her heart. If they had been discovered earlier, even if they were both mentally retarded, they could have intermarried. There was a precedent like this in the neighboring village, where people were able to survive under the care of their families.

However, it was too late.

"I, I want a clear and understandable fact. I want to give my sister an explanation." Jiang Zaohua raised her head from her husband's arms and looked at Yin Yusheng and Jiang Muxia firmly. "I won't let anyone be responsible. I just want to find out what kind of relationship my sister has with that person."

Jiang Muxia and Yin Yusheng looked at each other and nodded. They also wanted to know whether Zhao Qiubao had developed feelings for Sister Xinghua or was instigated by others and did it on purpose.

"Well, let's put it this way!" Jiang Muxia thought for a moment, then turned to Jiang Zaohua and said, "Go home first and carefully look for things that Sister Xinghua used when she was alive. See if there are any unusual items that don't belong to her."

Li Jiru agreed on her behalf and took her back to her parents' home.

Here, Yin Yusheng and Jiang Muxia strode towards the back street. When they passed by Fang Guizhi's house, they bumped into her face to face.

Jiang Muxia didn't even bother to even glance at her and just passed by her as if no one was around.

Fang Guizhi saw her walking side by side with Yin Yusheng. After being stunned, she spat behind them and cursed in a low voice, "Bah, flirting, shameless."

The Zhang family's door was open and there was a constant sound of "ding-dong-dong" in the yard. No one knew what was going on.

The two of them entered the yard one after the other, and then they found that the couple was mixing mud, and there were adobe bricks piled at the door of the wing room.

"Uncle, are you repairing the house?" Jiang Muxia asked with a smile.

The Uncle Zhang in front of me is one of the people who worked at the ferry with my father years ago.

When Aunt Zhang saw Jiang Muxia, she quickly ran to the basin, washed her hands and dried them, then smiled and pulled Jiang Muxia to her side, "Good girl, you're here. I've wanted to see you for a long time. Earlier this year, I went to the restaurant to look for you, but couldn't find you. Today, I finally got you home. Dad, stop working. Go kill two big roosters at home. Stew one for Muxia and let her take the other back to the county for Brother Yuzhou to taste."

When Jiang Muxia heard this, she hurriedly pulled her and kept stopping Uncle Zhang.

"Please don't do that, or I won't dare to come again." The drought was getting worse. Two chickens were enough for their family to eat for several days. She couldn't cause trouble to others at the most difficult time.

"What are you talking about?" Aunt Zhang looked around and saw no one was around. Then she leaned close to her and said in a low voice, "I have to thank your father for asking your uncle Zhang to prepare enough food for two years. Even if there is a severe drought this year, our family will not starve. You see, with such a kindness, two chickens are nothing..."

Jiang Muxia burst out laughing. She knew that Aunt Zhang was such a generous person, so she stopped trying to stop him and let Uncle Zhang catch the chicken.

In this case, the next words will be easy to say.

She was about to wink at Yin Yusheng, signaling him to ask a question, but Uncle Zhang shouted at him to come forward and help from the backyard.

Aunt Zhang greeted him with a smile and asked him to help in the backyard.

She didn't know how to start the next words. After all, she had never even met Zhao Qiubao, and if she said anything without reason, it might arouse Aunt Zhang's suspicion.

Aunt Zhang pulled her into the house and said, "The house is in a mess. Your uncle insisted on building a fire wall in the house during the slack season. Thanks to your help, we won't feel cold in winter anymore."

Jiang Muxia was so focused on how to find out what was happening at home with Zhao Qiubao that she accidentally bumped into the table next to the door and an object fell off the table.

Aunt Zhang bent down and picked it up. Jiang Muxia looked at the object in her hand, which was a clay doll with red and black patterns.

It looked small, like a bird spreading its wings and flying high. She recognized this thing, so her grandmother gave one to each of her siblings.

It is a mascot sold in Lu Village every Chinese New Year. It has a hole in the front and back, one on the mouth and one under the belly. When you blow from the mouth, it will make a slightly muffled but very pleasant sound.

Aunt Zhang was lost in thought as she held the clay figurine in her hand. She wiped the dust off it with her hand and sighed, saying, "This little thing is Qiu Bao's. To be honest, your mother's family and I are both from Lu Village. But she is a generation older than me in the village and married into this village two years earlier than me. Thanks to her, I was able to adapt to the village so early. Your mother is more fortunate than me. All her nephews are promising and their children are all excellent. My mother's family has only one brother, and she gave birth to two sons. One of them got sick when he was a child and became stupid. It was really a sin!"

Jiang Muxia thought to herself, it turned out that Zhao Qiubao became stupid because of an illness, so Sanyue might not be like him and also be a stupid person.

"Aunt Zhang, don't be sad. Everyone has their own destiny. You can't force it. I went to Lu Village during the New Year. I heard that Qiu Bao..."

Aunt Zhang put the clay doll back on the table, turned around and let Jiang Muxia go to the inner room.

While answering her words, he said, "This child is really pitiful. Originally, his mother had informed the Tianji Temple that after the New Year, the Tianji Goddess would come out and cast a spell to bring back his lost soul. Unfortunately, he got an acute illness on the first night of the New Year and died."

Jiang Muxia frowned. It was this Goddess of Tianji again. Could it be that she realized that Zhao Qiubao's disease was incurable, so she took action in advance and took his life?

Or maybe Zhao Qiubao had a hidden illness. Thinking of this, she asked Aunt Zhang.