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

Although the wind was strong, the rain had not stopped. The drizzle was falling and the area outside the door was muddy.

Jiang Muxia sat at the counter with the restaurant's door open. She faced the ferry, staring at the rain and fog, as if thinking about something.

Today is the seventh day that the goddess prayed for rain, and it is also the day when the nineteenth son fell ill and died.

Ever since the chat with Tang Zhongbai that night, she hasn't seen him for several days. Both he and Xu Da have been leaving home early and coming back late, which made Yin Haitang depressed and worried every day. She thought Xu Da had a lover outside and was staying by her side every day to ask her about it.

Today is the last day for restaurants to open after the Chinese New Year. The continuous rain has caused the water level of the Yellow River to surge.

The people who had planted the seeds in the fields regretted it deeply. It was as if there was a hole in the sky, and the rain was pouring down without stopping. The seeds they had planted had rotted in the ground after being soaked for days.

Now the seedlings are gone, and so is the food.

The people are starving and the county government is unattended, so a serious incident will break out soon.

It's time to close down.

Jiang Muxia held his chin and sighed deeply. God is blind, the government is unjust, and the only ones who suffer are the common people.

After lunch, Li Jiyi hung up a closed sign, locked the door of the restaurant, paid the workers, and arranged for them to go home.

"Mu Xia, what are your plans?" Li Jiyi locked the door and pulled a stool over to the counter.

"I don't have any plans. Stay at home. The business in the workshop is not very good now. You should go back and help Brother Jiru. There is a shortage of food now. I'm afraid someone will target the ducks." Jiang Mu reminded him many days.

The people were so hungry that they even ate their own kind, let alone ducks.

She prayed in her heart that the rain would stop soon so that Weidong could arrange post-drought relief for the victims.

Rainy days would only make their original plans more difficult.

When it was getting dark, Jiang Muxia returned home without eating dinner, and ran to Tang's house to wait for Tang Zhongbai. Under the breeze, the rain was getting heavier, and on the roof of the inner hall of Tianji Chaoguan in Lucun, three or four men in straw raincoats lined up in a row, lifted a tile, and looked into the house to see what was going on.

The Goddess of Tianji had not expected that the rain would last for so many days. She had never imagined that three days ago, after she arranged for someone to ask Nineteenth Son to take the child back, the Nineteenth family had already been controlled in advance, and no one came to see the child.

She had the intention of sending the children away again and again, but they all reappeared in the room the next day.

Xu Da led the Qingyi Sect's disciples to deal with the maids who appeared from time to time to investigate at Shijiuzi's house. During these days, they did not let them find any flaws.

No one in the temple noticed all this, and Tang Zhongbai and his companions had been waiting for this day. They had no way to save the children, nor could they do anything to them while they were alive.

The children stayed in this room, with no one to look after them, no one to bring them water or food, and after enduring the intense hardship for the past few days, they now had no hope of survival.

"Young Master, let's do it." Tang San held two cans of kerosene in his hands, waiting for Tang Zhongbai's order.

"it is good."

With a few crisp sounds, the jar was thrown into the house. Tang San lit the fire starter and threw it into the house. In an instant, the house was a sea of ​​fire.

The three of them climbed down from the roof and hid in a secret place, observing the movements in the room for fear of any accidents.

After dinner, the people in the temple stayed in the rooms in the backyard, and the main door of the temple was closed.

By the time they discovered that the wing was on fire, it was probably too late.

At this point, the goddess's conspiracy can be completely cracked.

Although it was raining heavily, the house was made of wood and when the inside was almost burned out, someone was seen running out from the backyard screaming.

Half an hour later, when almost everyone was burned to ashes, the three of them quietly left.

Tang Zhongbai returned home exhausted and went back to his room. Without even having time to wash, he took off his wet clothes and got into bed.

He closed his eyes and said weakly, "Mammy, I'm very tired. Let's talk tomorrow morning."

No one responded to him, so he thought the person had left, so he turned over, facing inward and closed his eyes.

When he was half asleep, he felt someone straightening his body, and then he felt warmth on his cheek. It was a warm handkerchief applied to his face, which made his cold body feel very comfortable.

He did not react, perhaps because he knew who it was, so he felt safe and let the person wipe his cheek.

"Thank you for your hard work." A soft female voice sounded in his ears. He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and opened his eyes a little.

Tonight she was dressed differently than before, with her hair tied up high in a round bun and wearing a pink and purple pleated dress, which made her look like a butterfly fluttering in the wind. Her fair face was full of tenderness and love. In the quiet night, listening to her gentle breathing and smelling her girlish body fragrance, his heart was beating fast.

His heart moved and his mind became hot. He hated himself for having the idea of ​​letting her live an ordinary life and staying away from her.

He took advantage of her bending over to throw her handkerchief and used his arms to pull her into his arms.

Jiang Muxia had always thought that he was asleep, and this sudden action scared her.

Even through the thin quilt, she could feel his warm body temperature.

Her face turned red, but she didn't dare to move. When she entered the room, she saw the clothes thrown beside the bed. She guessed that he was only wearing a pair of underwear when he was lying in bed.

She was afraid that if she moved, she would disturb his restless heart and something beyond her control would happen.

At this time, I heard his deep and rich murmur in my ears, "Be good, it's all over. Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

She nodded silently. In the originally dim room, the bean-sized wick swayed, causing the two figures to sway.

Jiang Muxia dropped the handkerchief, rested her head on his shoulder, and put her arms around him. The two of them indulged in each other's arms, quietly, no one made a sound, and they hugged each other tighter and tighter.

The oil lamp burst into flames, and Jiang Muxia woke up and whispered, "Okay. You've been tired for a long time, lie down and sleep, I'll come to see you tomorrow, okay?"

Tang Zhongbai pretended to hug her tightly again, murmuring, "Mu Xia, marry me. I miss you so much."

Jiang Muxia rubbed his hair and chuckled, her voice becoming a little gentler, "You forgot what we agreed on. Wait for me for more than a year, okay? Whether I can find her or not, I will marry you. Let's have a few children and live a peaceful life, okay?"

"Is she more important than me?" Tang Zhongbai's voice was filled with disappointment.

Jiang Muxia broke free from his arms, held his face with both hands, and said with a smile: "In this world, besides my parents and my brothers and sisters, I only have you."

Tang Zhongbai looked helpless. He stretched out his arms and hugged her again. He sighed, "I want to see what kind of person you are that made you abandon me for two years."