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

"Mom, do you know the exact location of my second aunt's house?" Jiang Muxia scooped a bowl of porridge from the bowl, blew it gently at her lips, and looked up at Lu Chaoyun who came in.

"Why are you asking about her family? Is there something wrong?"

"Zhizhi is on the second floor of the tavern. She is sick. Let Second Aunt know if you know."

Lu Chaoyun was stunned and asked her suspiciously, "Why is Zhizhi here? Where did you go yesterday? You didn't come back all night and you are becoming more and more unruly."

Jiang Muxia didn't have time to argue with her. She stuffed the bowl of porridge into her hands and said coquettishly, "Mom, I'll tell you in detail when I come back. Now tell me the exact location of my second aunt's house."

"How would I know? Go ask your aunt. In our family, only your aunt and your eldest cousin have been there."

"Okay. Zhizhi has taught you. I'm going to the village now."

Jiang Muxia didn't care about Lu Chaoyun's unhappy expression and ran out after receiving the letter.

The rain had not stopped yet, and the drizzle on her body was cool and comfortable. Because it had just rained, the road was muddy and inconvenient for a carriage to pass, so she walked to Donggang Village alone.

After going to the Li family workshop and asking Li Jiufu to go to Yangxi Village to inform the Qiu family, she went to Qingfeng Villa.

It was windy and rainy yesterday. I wonder how these children are doing and whether the house is leaking?

"Sister Jiang, you're here. It's raining." The children in the yard were running and playing in the rain. The rain washed away the sorrow on people's faces and cleansed the heat and turbidity in the air.

"It rained heavily this time. I looked at the trees on the hill early in the morning. There was no accumulation of water and the branches and leaves were lush." ​​Da Qi smiled respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work. Is the house leaking?"

When she said this, Zhou Yue became unhappy. "Sister Jiang, what you said is right. We put a lot of thought into building this house. Don't look down on me like that."

Xiaohu suddenly turned his head to look at him, and Zhou Yue finally came to his senses. He quickly covered his mouth, thinking that he had said too much.

No one knew that this villa was built by them. As soon as he said this, those who were interested guessed who the owner of Qingfeng Villa was.

Zhou Yue was trying to come up with an excuse, but Jiang Muxia glared at him, "What's there to hide? This manor originally belonged to me, but to avoid causing trouble, can you guys not spread the news?"

The children nodded vigorously. "Sister Jiang, you are our benefactor, so we will not tell anyone. It's just that Brother Zhou Yue is too talkative, and we can't control him."

"Hey, you little brats." Zhou Yue rolled up his sleeves and pretended to beat them up. There were a lot of people, big and small, chasing each other and running away, making a mess.

Jiang Muxia turned her gaze to Xiaohu, looking at him with a thoughtful look, and asked, "What are you thinking about? Are you doubting how a little girl like me could have gotten this villa?"

"You think too much. How you got it has nothing to do with me." Xiaohu glanced at her and went into the house.

Da Qi spoke well of him, "He is just like that, don't blame him."

Jiang Muxia smiled and shook her head, said goodbye and left, asking them to bolt the door.

"Wait a moment." Xiaohu came out of the house with a straw raincoat in his hand and walked up to her. "Take it."

Jiang Muxia took it with a smile on her face, "Thank you."

Xiaohu didn't say a word and went back to the house without looking back.

She and Da Qi looked at each other and smiled, and both saw bitter smiles on each other's faces.

This child's way of caring for others is so unique that it makes people love and hate him.

She stood at the gate of the villa and looked around. In the fields, groups of villagers were carrying baskets and hoes, busy planting autumn crops.

The more you don't want to see someone, the more often they appear in front of you. Just as she reached the intersection west of the village, she ran into Zhou Huaihua with a fawning look on her face.

"Oh, it's you from a distance." Zhou Huaihua smiled with her teeth showing, and her face was flattering. "I haven't seen you for a few days. You look better now. I am proud to have you in our family."

"If you have something to say, just say it." Jiang Muxia had a calm face. It was bad luck to meet her. It was lucky if she didn't cause trouble. She was not in the mood to chat with her.

"Girl, what nonsense are you talking about? We are a family, it is only right that we should interact more often."

Jiang Muxia's eyes flickered slightly. She must not have been in Tianji Temple yesterday. Otherwise, given her personality, she would have been fine if she hadn't laughed at the joke. She wouldn't have tried so hard to stop her from trying to establish a relationship with him.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Well, it's a small matter. But in your eyes, it's not a big deal at all." Zhou Huaihua came close to her and whispered, "After the rain, it's a good time to plant seeds. But... our family has a hard time even getting food, so how can we get seeds to plant? I have no choice but to ask you for help."

Jiang Muxia took two steps back, rolled his eyes, and sneered, "That's wrong. As far as I know, Grandpa would store the seeds separately every year. He's the one you should look for, not me."

Zhou Huaihua looked embarrassed and said, "Hey, this isn't a family problem. I've already stuffed the seeds into my stomach."

"That's none of my business. Is it appropriate for you adults to ask a child like me for grain seeds?" She didn't want to get entangled with such an unreasonable person, so she let him go and left.

Zhou Huaihua reached out and held her back, "Don't go, don't go."

She borrowed seeds from everywhere, but no one was willing to help her. She secretly ate the seeds that Jiang Lingye had hidden. This morning, when the old man was going to plant autumn crops, she found an excuse to send him away to do something else. If he knew that she had secretly eaten the seeds in a few bites, Jiang Lingye, who regarded the seeds as his life, would definitely not forgive her.

Jiang Muxia is her last savior. If even she is unwilling to help, she will be doomed.

But Jiang Muxia was not stupid. Having lived in the same courtyard for more than ten years, he knew Jiang Lingye a little. No matter how difficult the situation was, he would not take out the seeds.

Zhou Huaihua was determined to ask her for help, whether it was providing seeds or money. She was the last straw and Zhou Huaihua would not let her go easily.

Jiang Muxia sneered in her heart, "Zhou Huaihua, you really think too highly of yourself. I am being kind by not stepping on you. You want me to help you? You are dreaming."

Jiang Muxia pushed her away with a sneer in her eyes. She looked around and found no one. Then she lowered her voice and warned her, "Is it possible for me to help you? Think about it, are you worthy of it?" She pointed her finger at her nose and said coldly, "Zhou Huaihua, stay away from my house. In my eyes, you are just an evil woman. Don't let me see you in the future. Get out of here."

She pushed Zhou Huaihua away who was jumping on her, and moved away from her with disgust. She pulled out a whip from her waist, waved it, and said fiercely: "Don't come and provoke me, and don't even think about going to the restaurant to find grandma. If I find out, I'll whip you like this."

She raised the whip and lashed at the big tree by the roadside, and the branches as thick as her forearm fell down with a sound.

Zhou Huaihua screamed loudly and pointed at her, wanting to scold her but didn't dare, so she just ran away with a pale face.

This was the first time Jiang Muxia had been violent towards her, and although she hadn't hit her, her two blows had really frightened her. If this crazy girl really went crazy and hit her, she would have no place to complain.

Jiang Muxia put away the whip and scolded softly, "It's still more satisfying to use force."

From then on, she would deliver 60 kilograms of food to Jiang Lingye on time every month. It was up to him how to distribute it. If he wanted more, she would not give him a single grain.

It would be foolish of you to engage in an argument with such an evil person.

When she returned to the restaurant, it was already noon and a drizzle was still falling.