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

On the seventh day of October, the weather was still sunny and the temperature was even lower. A thin layer of ice had formed on the Yellow River, and the number of merchant ships at the ferry was half less than before.

At the same time last year, there had been two or three snowfalls in Suanzao County. This year the weather is dry and cold, without a drop of rain.

It was almost noon, the restaurant was open and the food was ready in the kitchen.

Jiang Muxia came to the counter, ready to welcome diners in.

There was a quarrel outside the shop, and it sounded not far from the restaurant.

Jiang Muxia was busy with work in the restaurant and shook her head. The ferry had a complicated population and all kinds of strange things happened every day. She was no longer surprised.

"Unloading the wine." Someone shouted outside the shop.

Just as he finished speaking, Zhou Yue came in carrying a jar of wine, "Sister Jiang, is it still the same place?"

"Yes, downstairs. Why are you...alone here today?" Just as she finished speaking, another person walked in, which made her jaw drop. It was Yang Zhuxiu?

He was holding a jar of wine and his face was gloomy.

"Brother Zhu Xiu, do you... have any opinion about me?" Jiang Muxia asked with a smile.

She was quite surprised that he could enter the winery. All the people working in the winery were brought in from outside by Xu Da. Most of them had the surname Xu, so they should be his fellow clansmen or companions of the Qingyi men.

Yang Zhuxiu was recruited for no reason, so he must have what they need.

Yang Zhuxiu forced an ugly smile on his face, "It has nothing to do with you. I saw the bearded man who made trouble at my house that day. He was such a scoundrel, dragging a child to argue there, what a shameless thing!"

Jiang Muxia was stunned. Huh? Why did this person get involved with a child?

She left the counter, walked quickly out of the shop, and stood at the door to take a closer look.

There were a few people gathered in front of a small stall far away, watching the fun.

Through the gap, she saw Hu Daxin pulling a boy of about ten years old and yelling at him.

"You little bastard, how dare you steal my money? Give it to me." His face was ferocious and his eyes were wide open, scaring the child so much that he started crying.

"Do you have the right to cry? It was you who stole it."

She saw that the child was wearing blue clothes, exactly the same style as those in the winery.

Her heart skipped a beat. The flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the family members no longer recognized each other.

Jiang Muxia was really afraid that he couldn't hold back and would slap him. The child's frail body would not be able to withstand it.

She ran over quickly and shouted, "Brother Hu, what happened?"

When the child saw her, he propped himself up and struggled towards her, crying, "Sister, save me."

Hu Daxin pulled him back to his side with both hands, "You still want to tarnish Miss Jiang's reputation, she doesn't have a thief brother like you." Hu Daxin grabbed his clothes and refused to let go for a moment, looking up at Jiang Muxia, "This little bastard stole my money and refused to admit it."

"Are you sure? Did you see it with your own eyes?" Jiang Muxia asked him. The ferry was a mixed crowd, and it was possible that the child was taking the blame for someone else.

She was a little surprised. She didn't know this child, so why did he call her "sister" as soon as he saw her?

"Not really." Hu Daxin stiffened his neck and stared at the child.

"Don't worry, let me ask." She walked in front of the child, half squatted, and asked with a smile: "Little brother, tell me, did you take this uncle's purse?"

The child shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes, as if he was about to cry, and choked up as he said, "Sister, I really didn't. I came here to buy some fruit, and just as I got here, this uncle pulled me aside and said he had stolen his money."

Jiang Muxia looked into his eyes, which were bright and firm. She actually believed what he said.

"It's not good to lie." She turned to Hu Daxin and asked, "Brother Hu, what color is your purse and what material is it made of?"

"It's black, made of linen, and it's hanging around my waist." He pointed to the belt around his waist, where there was still a small piece of rope left on it.

Jiang Muxia took advantage of the child's inattention and picked up his hand. Sure enough, she saw a black line on his hand, which was the same as the line on the rope on Hu Daxin's body.

The child's face changed, and he tried to break free and escape when they were not paying attention.

Jiang Muxia gave him a look and shook her head gently, "Brother Hu, it's not this child. Maybe it's a misunderstanding."

Hu Daxin was stunned. It was impossible. He had been in the county for so many years and had seen all kinds of people.

He's just a petty thief, how could he admit his mistake?

"Everyone, go away. It's okay. This child was pushed out by the thieves to take the blame." She took the child's hand and called Hu Daxin, "Let's go. Let's go to the tavern and talk."

"This... Oh, I wanted to bring you something, but now everything is gone." Hu Daxin looked scary with his big beard and a tense face.

The child was pulled forward by her and tried to break free several times, but Jiang Muxia held him tightly and he could not break free.

Jiang Muxia smiled and pulled him towards the tavern, and Hu Daxin followed behind with a sullen look on his face.

There were not many customers in the pub. Xu Cheng was not at the counter, and Fuzi was pouring wine for the customers.

Jiang Muxia sat down in the corner and let go of her hand.

"Tell me, how could you steal things at such a young age?" Jiang Muxia's face darkened and she looked straight into his eyes.

Hu Daxin just sat down when he heard her questioning, and said in surprise: "So you know he is a thief, then what happened just now...?"

Jiang Muxia waved her hand, signaling him not to ask.

"I, I want to..." The child lowered his head, not daring to look up at her, "My younger brothers and sisters in the garden can't get out, I want to buy some fruit for them to eat."

"In the nursery?" Jiang Muxia had already guessed where he was from. "Are you from the nursery?"

The child nodded.

"Then why did you run out?"

"The head of the family asked Nanny Wang to bring me here." The child raised his head, his big eyes twinkling, "Sister, I saw you last night."

She had been to the nursery last night, so it wasn't surprising to see her there.

"You are a good boy. No matter what the reason is, you can't take things without asking." She saw that he was young and could still be saved, "Promise your sister that you will never do such things in the future. If you need anything, you can find me. I'm at the restaurant next door every day."

The child nodded and took out a half-old purse from his arms. He stood up and walked to Hu Daxin, handing him the money with both hands, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"You little bastard, I..." He took the purse and raised his hand as if to hit him.

The child stood still, welcoming his slap.

A pair of rough big hands gently stroked his tender little face, with a little warmth and a little wrinkle.

"Okay, Brother Hu, stop teasing him. You two are still going to work together in three days?"

Hu Daxin didn't understand, "Cooperation on what?"

Jiang Muxia told him the details, "Will you help me?"

Hu Daxin slammed the table and said angrily: "This kind of beast is not worthy of being a human being."

"But he's just a child, how can he help?" Hu Daxin was puzzled.