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

Lan broke free from the crowd, rushed forward and grabbed the man, fighting him, cursing: "Is it you? You set the fire to kill my son, right? I'll beat you to death, you bad guy, and you have to pay for my son's life."

The man would not allow her to beat and scold him at will. An old woman was no match for him. He was so angry that he pushed Lan hard and fell to the ground.

After falling to the ground, Lan clapped her hands on the ground and burst into tears. The young men of the same clan as Jiang were full of vigor and could not bear to see their own people being bullied by a man from another village, so they rushed out and grabbed the man.

When Jiang Henan's new wife's family saw this, they were so frightened that they trembled all over and quickly ran to the side, fearing that something bad might happen to them.

Hai Dazhi did not come alone. There were a dozen strong young men around him. They rushed forward and pushed away Jiang Hexi who was holding the man, and all stood in front of the man.

A fierce battle was about to break out. Seeing this, the villagers of Xigang Village stepped forward and surrounded the man and his companions in a thick circle.

Some villagers were holding sticks and bricks.

If a fight breaks out, it will be a mixed war. If it is not handled properly, it may escalate into a fight between the two villages.

Aunt Chun and Zhou Ruyi ran to Jiang Muxia anxiously, "What should we do? A fight could cost lives!"

Aunt Chun's face turned pale and she held Jiang Muxia's hand tightly.

"Sister Ruyi, go and ask the village chief." She patted Aunt Chun's shaking hands and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm here and I won't let them fight."

People on both sides pushed and shoved each other, cursing each other's ancestors in obscene language.

Jiang Muxia pulled out the whip from his waist and whipped it in the air, making a crisp and loud sound.

Then she shouted, "Stop it." Then she walked between the two groups of people who were confronting each other and raised the whip in her hand.

"If you don't want to be whipped, get out of the way. The whip in my hand doesn't recognize anyone. If anyone is really hurt, I won't be responsible."

Everyone in Xigang Village knew how powerful she was, so they put away their weapons and retreated a few feet.

The man's companions didn't know her. Seeing that she was a young girl, they thought she was just bluffing and did not take her seriously.

Someone said disdainfully: "They are indeed a bunch of cowards. Why should I be afraid of a little girl? Let me deal with her."

The villagers of Xigang Village all looked at him with sympathy, knowing that he was in trouble.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Muxia raised his right hand and whipped the man in the face, followed by a scream.

There was a deep whip mark on the man's left face, and blood flowed down his cheek and slowly dripped onto his clothes.

The villagers sighed. This girl was ruthless and hit people in the face every time. They should stay away from her in the future. If they angered her, they would be disfigured at best and lose their lives at worst. Anyway, her fiancé was an official in charge of the prison, so no one dared to touch her.

Jiang Muxia's eyes were cold, and her words were devoid of warmth. "I told you to stop. It's really troublesome that you have to challenge my patience."

She turned her head and faced the people behind her, "Brother Hexi and Brother Xin, please find a rope, tie up this man, and send him to the county government office." She pointed at Hai Dazhi and said firmly.

Hai Dazhi panicked, patted his chest, and shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why? I am the victim. I just came here to see the joke. Why did you arrest me?"

A dangerous gleam flashed in Jiang Muxia's eyes. She took a few steps forward, got closer to the man, and lowered her voice and said, "Either you get beaten to death here, or I send you to the county government office and save your life. Which one do you choose?"

The man was stunned, as if he didn't understand what he meant. Just as he was about to explain, the young man beside him pulled his clothes and whispered, "Brother, listen to this girl! She is saving you."

Jiang Muxia raised her eyebrows. She had underestimated these people. There were actually smart people among them.

Without saying a word, she told Jiang Hexi and the others to wait for her at the stone bridge at the entrance of the village. She put away the whip and went to the villa to drive the carriage.

Before leaving, she stared coldly at Jiang Henan's new wife's family and said, "This is not a place for you to make trouble. Your daughter is dead, and her son and grandson are also dead. What you have to do now is to wait for the yamen to find the murderer and bury your daughter. If you mess with my relatives, I will not let you go."

After saying this, she shone the whip in her hand, swung her long braid, and strode towards the villa.

Shortly after she brought the man to the county government office, the man's companions also rushed over.

They all came forward to testify for him, proving that he was not the one who set the fire. As for how Tang Zhongbai dealt with it, it was not her concern.

When she saw Tang Zhongbai in the yamen, she found that his brows were furrowed, which seemed to indicate that the investigation of the case was not going well.

This Fang Guizhi is really strange. How could she disappear out of thin air? There is no trace of her at all, as if she had never existed in this world.

She drove the carriage slowly towards the south of the city. When she reached the crossroads, she happened to meet Wang Laoqi who was going to the ferry to find her.

The reason why Wang Laoqi looked for her was that due to drought, the bamboo did not grow well and many of the bamboo seedlings they transplanted in the spring died.

Today, the bamboo used to weave lanterns can only last three days at most.

"Uncle Wang, let's do this. Since we have no bamboo left, we can only sell goods shipped from other places. You can let the others find their own jobs, or follow you to the bamboo forest to tend the bamboo seedlings. I will pay you monthly wages. Do you think this is feasible?" "Of course, I will go back and tell them."

"Wait." She thought of Lancao. She had to find a suitable place for her. Such a clever girl couldn't be treated unfairly. "Please ask Lancao to come to the restaurant to find me. I'll wait for her."

Jiang Muxia drove the carriage back home, fed water and fodder, locked the door and went to the restaurant.

Nowadays, there are very few people in the Tang and Jiang families' houses in the south of the city during the day, as they all go to the restaurants to help.

After the Chinese New Year, restaurants have several times more customers than before the New Year, and the daily revenue is more than the previous month.

She knew in her heart that as the drought became more severe, this kind of life would not last long.

The wheat in the fields was either dying or being stolen, and there was very little left.

Only the merchant ships came and went at the ferry, and the county was prosperous. Although Suanzao County was not big, there were many wealthy families. The flow of goods from south to north supported all the shops at the ferry.

Jiang Muxia sat in front of the window on the second floor of the restaurant, holding her chin and looking at the clear sky outside.

Her eyes remained fixed on the sky, which was like a large piece of blue silk, smooth and without a single speck of dust.

She slowly stretched out her hand, took out a brush wrapped in black ink from somewhere, raised her arm, and drew in the air with the tip of the brush.

"Sister Jiang, what are you doing?" Lancao came up and couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

"As for me, I just want to paint more dark clouds in this blue sky so that it can rain heavily and let all the fields in the county be well watered." She withdrew her arm, sat up straight, threw the brush on the table, and looked a little frustrated.

Unfortunately, she is not a god and cannot become a god with her paintbrush.

Lancao nodded helplessly. The wheat seedlings in her family were almost dead, and she was afraid that there would be no harvest this wheat season.