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

"You are wrong." Jiang Muxia looked at him and said firmly: "It is precisely because he is a child that no one doubts him."

She suddenly remembered that she didn't know the child's name. The child saw her doubt and said quickly: "My name is Xu Xiaoan, and I'm ten years old."

Jiang Muxia nodded, took out a piece of silver and put it on the table.

"Brother Hu, take this money first, find a few reliable people to help you, and act according to the plan the day after tomorrow." She changed the subject and continued, "I may show up at the last minute, or I may not be able to show up. You have to act according to the circumstances."

Hu Daxin did not move. He was silent for a long time and asked, "Miss Jiang, including today, we have only met three times. Why do you trust me so much?"

"Because you deserve it." Jiang Muxia smiled and said, "With your skills, Yang Xingye would definitely not have been able to escape that night. Even if you chased him to his house, you didn't touch him at all, and you didn't smash or rob his house. And just now, you just grabbed Xiao An's clothes and didn't touch him. Just based on these, I believe you."

Hu Daxin smiled bitterly. He had never thought that after so many years on the streets, he had beaten others and been beaten by others. When those people used him, they greeted him with a smile, but when they were done, they turned their backs on him.

I didn't expect that, but now, a few words from a little girl have warmed my heart.

"You trust me, and I can't betray your trust." He pushed the silver in front of her, "Take it back, otherwise you will look down on me."

Jiang Muxia smiled and took it back.

People who hang out on the street, who have good character and value friendship, regard gold and silver as dirt.

They attach more importance to face.

Hu Daxin left a sentence, "Just wait and see in three days." Then he stood up and left the tavern.

Jiang Muxia felt that her luck had reached its peak in this life. Every time she got into trouble, a noble person would appear to help her.

"Shall I take you home?" Jiang Muxia looked at Xu Xiaoan tenderly.

"Sister, go and do your work. Someone will take me back." Xiao An left the table and ran to the backyard.

Jiang Muxia smiled and shook her head, then returned to the restaurant.

The carriage delivering the wine was still parked outside the restaurant, but it was empty.

She wondered in her heart, why haven't these two left yet?

The restaurants have already started to receive customers, and the half-closed ferry has not affected business.

She went back to the counter and sat down. She looked around and saw Yang Xingye sitting alone in the corner eating noodles, but no sign of Zhou Yue.

This kid must have run to the backyard to look for Taoer.

These days are peaceful and calm, and people in the restaurant have become accustomed to this kind of life.

In the blink of an eye, it was October 9th.

Jiang Muxia was doing the work at hand step by step as usual.

The craftsmen came to the restaurant to eat on time, and she paid special attention to Jiang Yuqing.

This middle-aged man already had white hair. He lowered his head to drink the hot soup in the bowl. His calm and indifferent look touched the softest part of her heart.

She softened her heart again. How could she feel sorry for him?

This is the magic of blood, even though he had scolded her before. But she just couldn't bear to see him being bullied for nothing, and she hated him before.

Come to think of it, it seemed that the second uncle had never done anything too excessive to her.

Or maybe the mother and daughter went too far. If it was just Jiang Hongxing who was trying to trip her up behind her back, Fang Lanxiang would have lived peacefully with the Second Master and she would not have made a decision.

It’s just that they have evil minds and want to harm others.

Fang Lanxiang, Jiang Hongxing, you've offended me, it's your bad luck.

Jiang family, you don’t deserve to stay here anymore.

The next day, at noon, after settling the craftsmen, she sat down at the counter and waited for good news.

Time passed by little by little, and the closer it got to noon, the more anxious she became. Although she had full confidence in Hu Daxin, everything is subject to unexpected events.

No matter how perfect her plan was, it would fall apart in an instant if a small accident occurred.

He wanted to accomplish his goal again, but he had already alerted the enemy, making it difficult to accomplish his goal.

The sound of building the wall of the inn next door came again and again, making her even more upset.

She couldn't sit still, so she stood up and walked to the door, ready to take a walk in front of the ferry to relieve her irritability.

She walked very slowly. In front of the shop, there were vendors shouting one after another. The porters at the ferry had all gone off to eat, and only a few people were walking around.

She walked to the Yellow River and stopped. The water surface was as calm as a mirror.

She sighed with bitterness in her heart. If everyone was like the river water under her feet, living their lives quietly, why would she bother to fight openly and secretly with these bad people?

She didn't know how long she had been standing there. She had forgotten the time. She only came to her senses when the porters started to work one after another.

Turn around and return.

"Miss Jiang, why are you here? Go back quickly, something happened at your home." I met Uncle Wang Qi head-on.

"Ah, what happened? Is there anyone causing trouble in the restaurant?" she asked in pretended surprise, with a hint of anxiety on her face.

"It's not a restaurant. It's your second uncle. A child ran to the restaurant to look for him. The child said it was unclear, as if your second aunt and her daughter were forcibly taken to Hehuan Lane from East Street?" Uncle Wang Qi warned her, "Don't go there. That kind of place is too dirty."

"Thank you, I'll go back and take a look." Jiang Muxia lifted her skirt and ran towards the restaurant.

She didn't want to make a big deal out of it, and now she was afraid that the craftsmen from the same village would follow her over.

Family disgrace should not be made public. No matter how much she hated it, she could not destroy the reputation of her three sisters.

I hope they haven't left yet.

She ran very fast and saw from afar a group of people holding weapons in their hands, walking towards the east side of the street.

Thank God, there is still time.

She quickened her pace, ran in front of the group, and stretched out her hands to stop them.

"Wait, you all... go back, I've already... asked the head of the family to go." Jiang Muxia took a breath, "He knows all kinds of people in the county, it won't be a problem if they come forward."

Everyone was stunned, and someone asked, "Girl, can you promise? The ones who were caught are your second aunt and sister."

Jiang Muxia finally calmed down and patted his chest and said, "I promise."

Everyone looked at Jiang Yuqing, "What do you think?"

Jiang Yuqing had a sullen face and his eyes twitched from time to time. He was at a loss and looked at Jiang Yuzhou.

Jiang Yuzhou waved his hand and said, "You all go back. With the head of the Xu family here, nothing will happen. I will go with my second brother, and you go back and continue working."

When the leader Xu An'er saw the look in her eyes, he sneaked away.

The three of them walked quickly towards Hehuan Alley on the east side of the street. Jiang Yuqing's legs felt a little weak and he stumbled as he walked.

Jiang Muxia was really afraid that he would accidentally fall to the ground.

A horse-drawn carriage in front was moving slowly, the carriage was empty, and the driver was a middle-aged man in blue.

Jiang Muxia understood that this person must be the one who drove Xu Xiaoan to the ferry just now.

"Hey, the carriage in front." Jiang Muxia shouted loudly, "Can I take your carriage?"

The carriage stopped and the driver turned around and smiled at her.

She actually knew this person.