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

Jiang Muxia calmed down, yawned, lifted the car curtain and stuck his head out.

Qi was standing beside the shaft, looking at her expectantly.

Jiang Muxia asked expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

"That..." Qi was unable to say it. She stammered and her face turned red. She avoided looking at her.

"Just tell me what you want to say. I'll help if I can."

Jiang Muxia's words reassured her. Qi's brows relaxed and she stated her purpose with confidence.

"Can you leave 30 kilograms of cotton seeds for your family?"

"can."

She agreed immediately. After Aunt Jun and Aunt Chun sold cotton for thirty or forty taels of silver, villagers who heard the news saw the lucrative profits and came to her through various connections to try to buy some seeds. She treated everyone equally. Seeds were not abundant to begin with, so each family could only offer one mu of land.

She gave two options: the people who received the seeds could either buy them directly with money or return the seeds after the harvest. Without exception, most people chose to return the seeds. Now she only had a few hundred kilograms of seeds left for her. It was only enough to plant a hundred acres of land. It was hard for Qi to ask for thirty kilograms at once.

Qi was delighted to get her agreement, but Jiang Muxia's next words made her expression stiffen and she had to accept it.

"However, I can only leave you one acre of seeds. Others have to exchange things for them. For your sake, I will give you these few kilograms of seeds."

As for how Zhou Huaihua blamed her when she returned home, it was their family affairs that had nothing to do with her and she didn't care at all.

Although the free gifts did not meet their requirements, Qi could not ask for too much, so she had to nod and agree.

As soon as the two finished talking, Zhou Huaihua came running towards them from home, shouting her name as she ran.

Jiang Muxia frowned and looked gloomy. Ever since she was beaten and paraded by Jiang Hongxin, this woman has been much more obedient. She has never come to the county to look for them again, and there has been no mention of her quarreling with others in the village.

Why is she looking for me again? Is it possible that her old illness has come back again?

Zhou Huaihua ran to the front of the car, took out a cloth bag from her arms and stuffed it into her hands.

She looked attentive and full of smiles. "Good boy, take this. This is the freshly baked jujube cake. The sour jujubes didn't grow well this year and the fruits are small. I picked the best ones to make this cake for you. Take it and eat it. Whenever you want to eat it, let me know and I'll make it and send it to you."

When had Zhou Huaihua ever been so kind to her? It was true that power attracted people's attention. She must have heard that the emperor personally conferred her the title of Lady of Pingle Township and gave her a thousand acres of land, so she wanted to curry favor with him.

This kind of villain who is trying to climb up the social ladder is exactly what she wants. I don't know how he will use her name to do evil things in the future.

She wouldn't give them that chance.

Jiang Muxia took the cloth bag, took out a purse from her arms, pinched out a piece of silver and stuffed it into Zhou Huaihua's hand.

"This is the money for buying the date cakes. Keep it." She nodded to Qi, lowered the curtain and was about to set off.

Zhou Huaihua was just about to throw the silver and money into the carriage when she suddenly heard a woman's scream from the direction of her home. The moment her hand paused, the carriage started moving.

Jiang Muxia naturally heard the scream. It was An Juan's voice. It must be Jiang Qianshan beating her.

She didn't have the time to care about the mess in this family. She was so sleepy at the moment that she just wanted to go home and have a good sleep.

The carriage had gone less than ten feet when it stopped again, and she heard a child crying at the top of his lungs.

She couldn't help but curse inwardly, this Jiang Qianshan is really becoming more and more useless, beating his wife and then beating his children, he is really not a man.

Fuzi called her anxiously outside the carriage, "Sister Jiang, something might have happened. A child covered in blood ran out of the house. Do you want to go and take a look?"

A child covered in blood?

Jiang Muxia shuddered, her intuition told her that something must have happened. She jumped out of the car and followed Qi Zhou Huaihua to run towards the child.

Goudan was crying so hard that he couldn't speak. He was trembling all over and calling for his grandma. Jiang Muxia saw that his eyes were staring straight ahead, and thought that he was frightened.

Qi was frightened by the blood all over his body. What had he done to make the child covered in blood? The only chicken left in the house was waiting to entertain guests on New Year's Day, and it was slaughtered by them?

Zhou Huaihua picked him up and walked towards home, cursing, "You are so bored that you didn't even eat the meal you just prepared. Instead, you set your sights on the chicken. You made the child bloody and scared him."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law just thought that the young couple secretly killed a chicken at home, and the scene was too bloody, which frightened the child.

Jiang Muxia and Fuzi entered the yard before them. The cold winter day could not hide the bloody smell in the yard. The two looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

It was clearly the smell of human blood.

The door of the east wing was open, and there were some bloodstains on the door curtain, which might have been stained when the child ran out.

Jiang Muxia pulled aside the door curtain and saw a horrific sight.

The room was in a mess. An Juan was lying on the ground with blood on her chest. Jiang Qianshan's clothes were stained with blood. He was holding a pair of bloody scissors in his hand, shivering and huddled in the corner. When he heard the movement of the door curtain, he screamed, threw away the scissors in his hand, and hugged his head, wishing he could hide in the wall.

Jiang Muxia walked quickly into the room, squatted beside An Juan, and placed two fingers on her neck.

She still had a trace of body temperature, but her pulse was motionless.

She stood up straight, looked up at Fuzi, and sighed, "She's dead."

Jiang Qianshan shouted at an inopportune moment, "I didn't mean to do that. She just bumped into me. I didn't mean to do that..."

The fear and terror in Jiang Qianshan's eyes made him look ferocious, like a trapped evil ghost. Facing Jiang Muxia's cold eyes, he suddenly stood up from the corner and rushed out of the house.

Zhou Huaihua's voice scolded him from outside the door, "What the hell, you're running so fast."

Jiang Muxia gave Fuzi a look, and Fuzi ran out of the house and chased after someone.

Jiang Qianshan is a murderer and we can't let him get away.

She rolled up the curtains and said solemnly to Qi and Zhou Huaihua, "Come inside and take a look. Jiang Qianshan has killed An Juan."

"what?"

The two men stared at her in disbelief, leaving Goudan behind and ran into the house.

Before Qi entered the house, she saw An Juan lying on the ground. She was so scared that she turned pale and collapsed at the door.

Zhou Huaihua didn't believe it, so she walked up to her and pushed her, but she didn't move. Then she put her hand under her nose to check her breath, which frightened her so much that she fell to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment, as if she remembered something. She stood up and ran out of the house and quickly locked the door.

She turned around and walked to Jiang Muxia, pulled Goudan and knelt down.

Jiang Muxia dodged her kneeling, and naturally understood what her purpose was in making such a fuss.

Zhou Huaihua kowtowed heavily and begged in a low voice: "Mu Xia, Auntie begs you, please save your brother."