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

The New Year of the eleventh year of Yuanhe ended with a bloody murder in Xigang Village.

The autumn harvest was quite abundant. Apart from the grain seeds that had to be returned, as long as the families who planted the crops diligently received the relief grain distributed by the court and were able to distribute the food rations reasonably, they could smoothly transition to the summer harvest next year.

Jiang Muxia's one thousand acres of land were also successfully planted. After several consecutive knee-deep snowfalls in winter, the wheat is growing well and next year will definitely be a bumper harvest season.

The saline-alkali land east of Donggang Village looked gray from a distance. They used a lot of plant ash to spread on the land and mixed it with the hard white soil dug from the ditch. After a winter of hard work, a ditch three feet deep was dug out every ten feet of the ridge. These ditches were like giant snakes, and without exception, they all ended up converging at the Qingshui River.

After doing all this, time came to the end of the eleventh year of Yuanhe.

After Jiang Muxia received her wages, she had little money left. The nearest opportunity to make money that could help her catch up was the Lantern Festival next year.

Just now, she had just come out with two dark circles under her eyes after a busy night in the nursery, and she immediately rushed to Xigang Village with a cart of food and clothing driven by Fuzi.

During this journey, she sat in the carriage, wrapped in a blanket, closed her eyes and took a short nap.

Today is the 29th day of the lunar year. She sent people to Qingfeng Villa early to invite her adoptive father and Zhang Yi to celebrate the New Year in the county. However, the two of them were attached to the warm and cozy little nest in the villa and refused to agree to celebrate the New Year in the county.

Jiang Muxia had no choice but to take time out to deliver New Year's supplies to them.

The wine shop next door closed for the holiday three days ago, and the courtyard was quiet. If it weren't for the wisps of smoke coming out of the chimney of the inner courtyard, I would have thought that no one lived here.

The two men moved the food to the kitchen and knocked on the door of the side room.

Ah Qi heard the sound and ran out of the room to greet them with a smile, then she pushed open the door of the wing room. She then discovered that there were two people sitting on the kang in the room, facing each other, separated by a small table with a chessboard on it.

The two of them stared at the chessboard intently. Zhang Yi held a black piece in his hand, thinking about where to put it.

Ah Qi whispered to Jiang Muxia, "They started raining yesterday afternoon, and it hasn't ended yet."

Jiang Muxia smiled bitterly and shook her head. These two people had argued over medical skills before, and now they were arguing over chess pieces. She didn't want to get involved, so she pointed at them and said goodbye to Ah Qi.

Before she reached the door, Chu Ruo called her.

"My daughter, we haven't celebrated the New Year together for many years. Are you still angry with your father? Aren't you going to celebrate the New Year with me this year?"

Jiang Muxia was stunned for a moment. Was his adoptive father confused again? Or did he not react for a moment and recognized the wrong person?

She turned around suddenly and saw Chu Ruo staring at her with a wronged look on his face. Zhang Yi, who was sitting opposite him, shook his head helplessly, and while Chu Ruo wasn't paying attention, he quickly moved his fingers to change a piece on the chessboard, and winked at Jiang Muxia.

Jiang Muxia ignored Zhang Yi, walked up to him quickly, and said with a smile: "Godfather, I'm Muxia, do you want to go back to my home in the city with me to celebrate the New Year?"

There was a hint of resentment in Chu Ruo's eyes, and she said frankly: "Home? Isn't this our home? Where else are you going? Oh... I understand..."

He pretended to have suddenly realized something, his face darkened, and he cursed, "You married that stinky boy Xu Da and moved out of the villa. You don't plan to take care of me anymore, right?"

He threw the chess piece in his hand and angrily asked, "Did Xu Da instigate you?"

His abnormal behavior scared everyone. Ah Qi didn't dare to act rashly and looked at Zhang Yi for help.

Jiang Muxia looked at Chu Ruo in horror. He had obviously gotten better, so why did he suddenly get sick again? He was seriously ill. He had forgotten that Xu Da had married Haitang in late autumn, and Haitang was now three months pregnant. If she heard these words, she would be so sad. How could she face her in the future?

"Uncle Qi, what's going on? Didn't foster father recover from his illness? This is..."

Ah Qi sighed, the worry between his brows growing thicker and thicker. He looked at her with pleading eyes, and opened his mouth in a weak plea.

"If you are free, Miss Jiang, please come and keep him company more often. Since the beginning of winter, his illness has become more serious. He treats this place as Wuquan Villa and looks forward to your coming to see him every day. He has long regarded you as his spiritual support. He was in a bad mood when you were away, and he kept cursing Xu Da. He has never gotten over what happened back then, and he still hates Xu Da in his heart." Ah Qi said as tears fell like rain.

Chu Ruo put all his attention back on the chessboard. He found that Zhang Yi had made some changes, but he did not argue with him. He just quietly replaced the chess pieces that Zhang Yi had replaced.

His expression was calm and his eyes were clear, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Jiang Muxia felt sad. She understood him because they had the same experience and could empathize with him.

The only difference between the two is that in her previous life, after she experienced the tragic loss of her child, her memory was wiped out, and when she came back to life again, her inner world was a blank slate, and she could quickly start over.

Chu Ruo was completely different from her. His closest people left him one after another, breaking the defenses of his already guilty heart and causing him to collapse in an instant.

Her appearance only brought him a brief moment of clarity, but it accelerated his despair. Like a last glimmer of light, that clarity was only short-lived, and afterwards, it accelerated his decline.

She suddenly understood why Xu Da got married in such a short time and made Haitang pregnant. He wanted a new life to awaken Chu Ruo's vitality. If she guessed correctly, Xu Da would send the child to Chu Ruo after it was born. He would keep the child with him to raise for a reason that he could not refuse.

However, this was too cruel for Haitang. With Chu Ruo's personality, as long as he accepted the child, he would only treat the child as Chu Xin and make up for all the debts he owed to Chu Xin and her daughter on the child.

I’m afraid that at that time, no one will be able to take the child away from Chu Ruo.

This child is the best medicine to cure Chu Ruo’s heart disease and his hope of life.

But they asked a mother to hand over her child, which was her first child.

No, Jiang Muxia thought, Xu Da would never do such a cruel thing to Haitang, he must have a proper way, a foolproof method to kill two birds with one stone.

Jiang Muxia took a deep look at Chu Ruo and said to Ah Qi, "Take good care of my foster father. I will come to see him often."

He left without looking back.

She sat in the carriage with a heavy heart, feeling tired all over. She closed her eyes and lay on the blanket, half asleep and half awake.

Fuzi drove slowly.

The carriage went a short distance and suddenly stopped.

She closed her eyes and asked lazily, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Jiang, grandma is looking for you."