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

"Aunt Zhang, does your nephew have a hidden illness?" Jiang Muxia's eyes turned, and she tilted her head to think again, and said, "Or will his old illness relapse and become fatal?"

Aunt Zhang waved her hands and shook her head. "No. Ever since that childhood illness damaged his brain, he would occasionally catch a cold when the seasons changed, and he would be fine after taking two doses of medicine. This time was also strange. I don't know why his body was terribly burned. After a day and a night of fever, he was gone..."

From Aunt Zhang's slightly red eyes and melancholy expression, she could tell that Aunt Zhang loved her nephew very much.

"You, please accept my condolences. He often comes to our village. Is there anyone he gets along well with?"

Aunt Zhang may have thought of something. She suppressed her sadness, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise, with a smile between her eyebrows.

She sat opposite Jiang Muxia and said with a smile, "You're right, it's true." Her expression changed again and she put away her smile, "What a pity, I had planned to discuss with my brother and sister-in-law during the New Year and propose marriage, but Qiu Bao is gone. Two days ago I heard the news that Xinghua was also gone, I'm so sad..."

As she spoke, Aunt Zhang covered her chest with her hands, her expression sad, her voice choked with sobs.

After calming down for a while, she continued, "Maybe, when the two children meet down there, they can live together."

Jiang Muxia's heart was moved when she heard this. It turned out that Aunt Zhang had long planned to have them get married, but unfortunately fate played a trick on them and ended up with both of them passing away.

"So that's how it is. Sister Xinghua also has a miserable life." She still had a question in her mind, so after carefully considering her words, she asked, "Was Qiubao in our village during the Qiqiao Festival last year? Did Sister Xinghua often come to your house to play with him?"

Aunt Zhang felt strange. Why did this girl keep asking about her nephew since she entered the door? She looked at Jiang Muxia in confusion, wondering what was the purpose of her constant questions?

Seeing her doubt, Jiang Muxia hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand Aunt Zhang. I just felt sorry for Sister Xinghua when she was alive. No one in the village was willing to play with her. Only your nephew was her close playmate. Now that both of them are gone, I wanted to tell her what you just said to make her happy. It's not that she is unreasonable, but no one likes her."

"Oh..." Aunt Zhang's doubtful eyes were still there, but she stopped tangling with her and said, "She came a few times, but they were always like that. I dare not leave them alone. If something unexpected happens, I won't be able to explain to either side."

Aunt Zhang still trusted her and responded to all the questions she asked.

Aunt Zhang's eyes darkened as she pretended to think, and suddenly she remembered something, "No, one time, I was in a hurry to go out. The two of them were at home at the time, and the children were out. I wanted to send Xinghua home. But Qiubao refused to agree, and I was in a hurry to go out, so I gave them a lot of instructions and left home. When I came back, they were still in the house. I remember that when Xinghua left, Qiubao gave her a clay doll."

Aunt Zhang pointed to the black and red bird-shaped clay doll on the table at the door and said, "It's exactly the same as that one. Later, when the weather got cold, Qiu Bao never came to my house again."

Aunt Zhang stared at Jiang Muxia's eyes and asked puzzledly: "Did something happen?"

Jiang Muxia couldn't possibly tell her the real cause of Jiang Xinghua's death, so she curled her lips and smiled, "It's okay."

While they were chatting, Uncle Zhang and Yin Yusheng in the backyard had already caught two fat roosters and brought them to the front yard with their wings spread out.

Uncle Zhang shouted in the yard, "Mother, please boil some water."

Aunt Zhang responded and walked out of the house.

Jiang Muxia couldn't sit there any longer. She had never really intended to take Aunt Zhang's chicken. The answer she wanted was almost clearly laid out on the table, so she prepared to leave.

When they arrived at the yard, Jiang Muxia and Yin Yusheng exchanged glances and were about to leave.

"Uncle and aunt, I have to go back to cook, so I'll leave first and come to see you another day."

When Aunt Zhang heard that she was leaving, she quickly grabbed her and said, "No, we haven't eaten yet, you can't leave. And you, Yusheng, are not allowed to leave either."

Jiang Muxia smiled bitterly. Aunt Zhang was holding her sleeve tightly. She couldn't leave, and she couldn't stay either.

I had to find another way to appease Aunt Zhang, "Aunt, how about this. I want both chickens. Please ask Uncle Zhang to send them to the other courtyard. I really can't stay here. There are seven or eight mouths waiting to be fed in the other courtyard!"

"Hahaha, Mu Xia is right. I can send you to the villa later. We have a lot of time together!" Uncle Zhang saw her embarrassment and spoke up to help her out.

The two people who escaped from Zhang's house did not go home separately, but turned a corner and came to Jiang Zaohua's house.

Jiang Muxia thought that the clay doll would be an important clue, and she had to go and see if there was such an item among Jiang Xinghua's belongings.

As expected, Jiang Zaohua and his wife were still there. Jiang Xinghua didn't have much stuff, so the couple took out her belongings and placed them on the table and bed according to categories.

At a glance, most of the things were clothes, and there were only two or three simple-style hairpins placed on the table.

Jiang Muxia looked around, but didn't find the clay doll that Aunt Zhang mentioned. She frowned and wondered where did Sister Xinghua put the clay doll?

She walked to the table, unconsciously flipping through the hairpins on the table, and asked casually, "Zaohua, have you ever seen a bird-shaped clay doll among Sister Xinghua's belongings?"

Jiang Zaohua just shook her head and said affirmatively, "No. What's wrong?"

Jiang Muxia told her everything she heard from Aunt Zhang. Li Jiru sighed, "According to what Aunt Zhang said, if the two of them could really be together, it wouldn't be a bad thing. What a pity."

Jiang Zaohua glared at him and said indignantly, "What's a pity? Both of them can't take care of themselves. Can he take care of my sister? I'm afraid his family will abuse my sister. My sister stays in her own home, and we are willing to support her for the rest of her life. He is a murderer, luckily he died, otherwise, I would not let him go."

Jiang Muxia understood Jiang Zaohua's feelings. She was a good person and could live for many years without external interference. As long as she was alive, her family would feel at ease.

But this unexpected incident caused a devastating blow to their family. As a close relative, how could Jiang Zaohua let go of her worries so easily?

She put down the hairpin in her hand and wanted to look for the clay doll somewhere else. The moment her hand left the hairpin, her eyes widened.

There are words engraved on the inside of the hollow flower braid of the hairpin. It is a small line of words that cannot be seen at all if you don’t look closely.

She took it back in her hand, came to the window, and with the help of the strong light, she saw the words: "My most beloved apricot blossom, my autumn treasure."

The evidence was irrefutable. She cried out in surprise, "Zaohua, come and see, there are words."