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

On the second day, the weather cleared up for the first time.

When Jiang Muxia was still sleeping soundly in bed, Lu Chaoyun slammed their door. When her sister opened the door, Lu Chaoyun rushed to her bed, pulled off her quilt, and shouted, "Girl, the weather is clear now, can the restaurant be open now?"

Jiang Muxia was too sleepy to open her eyes. She turned over and said in a hoarse voice, "If you are not afraid of someone smashing and robbing the restaurant, then go ahead and open it."

Lu Chaoyun paused while trying to pull her out of bed, and asked her in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Muxia wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and said sullenly, "Mom, now the people have nothing to eat, aren't you afraid that they will run to the restaurants and snatch all the food away?"

"Oh, I haven't been out of the county for a long time. I didn't expect the drought this year to be so severe." Her worried voice sounded again, "But, if the restaurants are closed, will we all be idle at home? Won't we just eat up all the food?"

"No, follow me tomorrow and go to the street to set up a porridge stall to give out porridge." She closed her eyes, pulled the quilt over her head, and didn't want to talk anymore.

Lu Chaoyun left the house with something on his mind and ran to find Jiang Yuzhou.

By noon, the temperature rose sharply and the heat in the air could not be blocked in the house, as if in a steamer.

Jiang Muxia finally couldn't lie down anymore, and then she remembered that the wooden fan she had pulled back was still piled in the utility room.

She got up and went straight to the utility room. Following the steps, she assembled one in a short while.

She twisted the knob, the blades turned, and the wind blew slowly towards her. She frowned, the wind was hot and uncomfortable.

She assembled the rest in one go, then walked towards the main room, holding one in each hand.

One for Qi and one for his parents.

She called Jiang Mutao to take one away, and loaded the rest onto the carriage. She sent three to Tang's house, three to the tavern, and one to Jiang Yuqing who stayed at the restaurant to guard the door. She also taught him a way to cool down.

When she got home, she immediately went to the basement, filled a bucket of ice, divided it into three basins and distributed them to various parts of the house.

Put the ice cubes in front of the wooden fan, and the wind blowing out will be much cooler.

Qi looked at her curiously and kept praising her, but there was some sadness between her brows and she was a little restless.

Jiang Muxia looked up at her without saying anything. She guessed what her grandmother was thinking, but she could not compromise.

"Mu Xia, I wonder how your grandfather is doing at home..." Qi avoided looking at her, nor did she dare to say too much. Somehow, she was afraid of this granddaughter.

"Everyone has his own destiny. No matter what happens, it is his fate and neither you nor I can force it. Besides, the eldest brother's family are all filial people. With them around, there is nothing to worry about." She said it lightly, but it made Qi even more worried.

How could she not know the character of her eldest son's family? Expecting them to treat him well was just a daydream.

Qi didn't know that Zhou Huaihua had been poisoned and became mute, otherwise, she would have secretly run back to Xigang Village long ago.

During the few months she lived here, Qi's mood was not as good as she showed. Jiang Muxia knew that she could not let go of Jiang Lingye, but she had a bottom line. Jiang Lingye treated them like that, and she thought that her mind was not that broad. It was impossible for her to pretend that nothing had happened and take him home to support him.

Whenever Jiang Lingye came home, Jiang Yuchang's family would definitely follow him. That family was like a dog-skin plaster and could never be gotten rid of.

She didn't want to get involved with their family.

Wanting Qi to divorce Jiang Lingye would probably be more difficult for her to accept than killing her.

After hearing what Jiang Muxia said, Qi frowned, sat on the stool and said nothing.

Jiang Muxia looked at her and left Qi's house in silence.

She said so much, but human hearts are unpredictable. Qi has her own judgment. If she insists on going back to work like a slave, she will have no way to stop her.

Tang Zhongbai did not go to work in the government office today. He sat alone in his study, writing hard. When Jiang Muxia arrived, he had already finished writing, put it in an envelope, and sent it out.

Jiang Muxia handed him a bowl of ice cream and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Tang Zhongbai shook his head and said to her firmly: "You stay home with your family and don't go anywhere. Protecting yourself is the biggest help to me."

"I understand." She turned and left. When she returned home, her sister changed into light clothes and prepared to go out.

"Sister, I'm going to the village." She held a bundle in her hand and said goodbye to her with lowered eyebrows embarrassedly, "Okay, be careful."

The girl was worried about Zhou Yue, so she brought some food to visit him.

"Mu Xia, come out for a moment. I have something to discuss with you." Jiang Yuzhou's voice was heard outside the yard.

Jiang Muxia was puzzled. Why would he look for her at this time? Did his grandmother look for him and ask him to go back to the village?

"Dad, please say something." When the bamboo curtain was lifted, a wave of hot air rushed towards her face, making her shrink back into the house, leaving only her head exposed.

"It's not safe for your second uncle to live in the restaurant. I want to bring him to live at home. Is that feasible?" Jiang Yuzhou didn't know when it started, but he always had to discuss things with her, as if she was the one who had the head of the household in this family.

She knew that her father felt that the family business was earned by her, and he always felt ashamed when facing her.

"Dad, you can make your own decisions on this matter in the future. You don't need to ask me. As long as the second uncle is willing to come, I will naturally welcome him."

"Okay." Jiang Yuzhou left the house.

She stayed at home all day and had a peaceful life.

Because of the hot weather, the road surface that was soaked by rain was almost completely dry in one day.

On the second day, when Weidong sent someone to invite her to the West City Yamen, she could no longer feel the mud when she stepped on the ground.

Wei Dong didn't know whether he did it on purpose or for some other reason, but he actually set up the porridge stall opposite the county government office.

As she walked along, she found that all kinds of shops on the street were closed and all kinds of people were sitting under the eaves of the houses on the street.

Suanzao County is located in a plain with few rivers and insufficient water resources. The only abundant water source is the Yellow River.

There was a drought and nothing could be done to alleviate it.

Looking at these weak people holding empty bowls in their hands, she thought of Jiang Mutao coming back yesterday evening with muddy clothes and a pale face. She then realized that she had just left the city and met a beggar. Out of kindness, she took out a cake from her bag and gave it to the child.

It was this pancake that caused trouble. When the people around saw it, they swarmed around her, snatched her bag and pushed her down.

In a moment, all the cakes were snatched away, leaving only a torn, trampled, and dirty bundle on the ground.

Poor Jiang Mutao sat in the corner and cried for a long time, then picked up the tattered bag on the ground and went home.