The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

After doing all this, he slowly pulled out the bolt and opened the door.

As soon as Aunt Xue came in, she almost stepped on the tip of a porcelain piece. She took a half step back with the tray in her hand. Her attention was immediately attracted by the fragments on the floor, and she forgot to scold her son for his slow movements.

"Ouch, there are porcelain pieces all over the floor. Boss, go find a broom and clean them up!"

"Yeah." Xue He nodded, took a broom from outside the door, cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces, and then used a rag to wipe the water stains on the floor.

Here, Aunt Xue was still coaxing the young master to sit up and drink some lean meat porridge by the bed.

A sick person cannot taste saltiness in his mouth, but if he does not eat, the disease will not get better easily.

"Young Master, Madam said that she will be back in two days. She asked you to listen to her advice, eat well, and complete your daily homework seriously!" As she spoke, Aunt Xue pulled the corner of the quilt that the young master was holding tightly.

The young master, who was curled up in the quilt, opened his eyes, looked at Aunt Xue above his head, and then glanced at the farmhand who was busy working in the distance.

As if he finally remembered the relationship between Aunt Xue and the farmhand, the silly young master felt that he had some support and slowly put down the quilt covering his head.

"Master, look here. This lean meat porridge is what you always loved to eat. Would you like to try it?" Aunt Xue saw that the young master listened to the advice and continued to coax him.

The silly young master sniffed, and although the tip of his nose was still blocked, the fragrance of the porridge faintly penetrated the obstruction and made him smell it.

Normally I eat three meals a day with snacks, but suddenly I fell ill and had to lie in bed, so I missed a few meals. Now I feel hungry.

He propped himself up with his arms and tried to get up, but when he moved his waist slightly, he couldn't avoid stretching the painful area.

Aunt Xue didn't know what was going on and was just busy pulling down the quilt for the young master. When she noticed that the young master suddenly turned pale, she thought he was sick.

Xue He saw this, put down the rag, washed his hands, and came over to get the pillow at the foot of the bed to put under the young master.

But before he could get close, the young master hit him in the face with a pillow.

"Go! He's bad, it hurts!" The silly young master had no idea what happened last night, and his mother had never taught him about it. He just felt hot and painful and extremely uncomfortable.

The farmhand who made him uncomfortable should be beaten.

When he just woke up, he was suppressed before he could vent his anger. Now that Aunt Xue was here, the young master thought that the farmhand should be afraid, so he immediately supported the master's majesty.

"Is it a headache? How about we go to the county and the main mansion to ask someone to take a look?" Aunt Xue was confused and guessed what the young master meant.

Xue He bent down to pick up the pillow that had fallen to the ground, and placed the square pillow filled with buckwheat husks and mugwort leaves in front of the young master. He bent down and lowered his head and said, "Young master, just vent your anger. Once you've calmed down, drink your porridge well."

"Yes, young master, the porridge is just right for eating," Aunt Xue agreed, thinking that the medicine soup was too bitter and made the young master unhappy.

The silly young master pursed his lips, glanced at the bowl in Aunt Xue's hand, and finally pressed the pillow on the farmhand's head and turned around to drink the porridge.

Yue Niang did not return home all night. She returned to the house with a vague look on her face. The image of Wang Cuzi's struggling and purple face when he drowned in the well kept flashing back in her mind.

Thinking back to those cloudy and sleepy old eyes, Yue Niang shuddered suddenly.

She held the heavy object tightly in her sleeves and comforted herself with a pale face.

That old man should have died long ago. He should have died long ago. Who made him so unsatisfied that he kept blackmailing her and it was not enough, but he had to plot against her.

He deserved to die. He spent all day hunting geese and ended up getting blinded by a goose.

But, what should she do next...

Wang Cuzi left and Shi Ping came.

"Moon Lady"

The sudden call made Yue Niang tremble all over with fright.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you come back last night? You look so pale, did something happen?" Xiao Cui rubbed her sleepy eyes. She got up in the afternoon and ran into Yue Niang on her way to fetch water for washing.

After being asked three or four questions in a row, Yue Niang just felt irritated. She suppressed her frown and perfunctorily said, "I, I came back late last night and my face was pale. Maybe it was because of the night wind."

"Is that so? Didn't you say you were not feeling well last night? We stayed up late looking for the young master last night, and you came back even later than us! Why don't you get some more sleep?"

Xiao Cui accompanied the young master shopping for a few days in the main mansion in the county town. When she returned to the village, she happened to catch the temple fair. She felt that her body was drained and she had no energy left.

Xiao Cui yawned and felt dizzy. She didn't investigate further and just walked away carrying the wooden basin.

"..." Yue Niang was flustered by what she said, but fortunately Xiao Cui did not ask any more questions. When she saw the other party coming, Yue Niang breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to her room.

The silly young master's anger came and went quickly, and he vented his anger by smashing things and biting people before he was willing to cooperate and continue taking the medicine.

After lying on the bed with his legs crossed for more than a day, the pain in his body was gone, and he had forgotten most of the things that happened to him as a naughty servant and bullying his master.

After the temple fair ended, the village returned to its previous tranquility. Madam You had not returned yet, but she sent a servant from the mansion to report back.

It is said that the old lady's 70th birthday is approaching, and she is busy preparing the materials needed for the banquet with the master. She will not be able to return home for another two days, and then she will bring the young master back to the main house.

Seeing that his mother didn't come back, the silly young master who had run out eagerly wanting to complain lost the chance to vent his anger. He turned around and stepped hard on the farmhand when he passed by him, then went back to his room angrily and continued to lie there.

"Boss, why did you make the young master unhappy again? Go to the kitchen and cut the melon." Aunt Xue was no longer surprised by this. She thought her son was angry with the young master because he fed him bitter medicine.

Xue He knew that his mother had misunderstood, but the other party was not in a position to know the inner story right now. At the very least, he had to wait until he paid back the money he owed to Madam You.

"Okay, got it." Xue He nodded and walked towards the small kitchen.

As the mother and son were walking towards the small kitchen one after the other, Xiao Cui suddenly ran in from the hanging flower door, yelling.

"Oh! Someone died in the village! But... it was so scary!" Xiao Cui gasped for each word and barely formed a sentence. The content of her words shocked Aunt Xue.

"Ah? Dead people? Oh my God! Xiao Cui, what happened? Can you explain it clearly?"

If there is any disturbance in the village, the whole village will know about it in less than half a day.

This morning, the west end of the village was very bustling. The You family's house was far away from other farmers, so they couldn't hear clearly and didn't know what was going on. Xiao Cui loved the hustle and bustle, so she hurried over to take a look.

After such a long time, he finally came back in a hurry.

Death is not an uncommon thing. After all, everyone will grow old, get sick and die. But if it was a normal death, Xiao Cui would not be so panicked.

Something bad must have happened!

Xiao Cui tried hard to suppress her rapid breathing and unstable tone caused by running, but she felt that she could not suppress it just like that, so she raised her foot, took the gourd ladle and scooped up water from the wooden barrel, and drank a few mouthfuls, finally getting a chance.

After wiping the water stains off her chin and taking a deep breath, Xiao Cui said, "It's Wang Quezi..."