Originally, some people in the village picked up a lot of dead chickens and saw dead pigs from the edge of the village.
But because in what An Jiuyue wrote before, it was written not to pick up dead objects that have been soaked in water to prevent being infected with the epidemic.
Therefore, no one dared to pick it up.
In the face of life, that little profit is insignificant.
However, it is also the people in Anjia Village who can guard themselves. No one is greedy for small gains, especially because the patriarch goes to each house every day and stares at them without daring to pick up those dead things.
Once those dead objects were discovered by the clan leader and others, they would be taken to other places to be burned by the people in the village.
On the mountain, An Jiuyue watched Qian Yiyun go from not being able to carry a hoe to now being able to juggle with a hoe. It was also funny.
"Xiao Yiyun, you can stay at home today. I will go for a walk in the mountains and come back at noon to grill fish for you."
In the morning, An Jiuyue confessed to Qian Yiyun and left with a backpack on her back.
Behind her, Qian Yiyun couldn't help but frown as she listened to her words, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.
She had never felt this way when she was with a lot of people before, but since she and An Jiuyue lived in the tree house, going in and out together, the strange feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger.
"Why did she call me Xiao Yiyun?"
If she remembered correctly, in her memory, there was only one person who would call her Xiao Yiyun, and that person was the sister-in-law who had never met her eldest brother.
She was still young at that time, and her family was dominated by a vicious stepmother who often bullied her little one while her eldest brother was away, denying her food or drink.
Later, she got a sister-in-law. Although her sister-in-law did not dare to protect her, she still secretly got her some food to prevent her from going hungry.
At that time, my sister-in-law called her Xiao Yiyun.
Unexpectedly, after more than four years, someone called her Xiao Yiyun again, and it was the sister Jiuyue she liked.
However, she is not young anymore. She is already fourteen and she will have hair extensions next year. How is she still young?
"Sister Jiuyue, I seem to have seen you somewhere, right?"
She tilted her head and thought hard, but she couldn't figure out where she had seen An Jiuyue.
Although she was somewhat familiar with An Jiuyue's face, she had really never heard of An Jiuyue's name. Thinking about it, the two of them had never met before, right?
"Zheng'er, Rong'er, my brothers are sleeping. You don't need to keep an eye on them every day. Come on, let's play together."
No longer thinking about whether she had met An Jiuyue, she turned to look at the two little ones and suggested.
Sister Jiuyue's two children are really sensible. They stay at home every day and never cause trouble for Sister Jiuyue. They are not like children from other families who will go to the house to uncover the tiles if they are not spanked for three days!
"Aunt Yiyun, we have to watch over Xiao Zhou and Xiao Xing. They will cry if we are not here." Rong'er introduced to Qian Yiyun seriously.
"Yes, Aunt Yiyun, Xiaozhou and Xiaoxing are still young. They need our care. We don't play with them. We take care of Xiaozhou and Xiaoxing." Zheng'er also said.
Qian Yiyun: "..."
She has really taken over the two little guys and regards herself as their biological father, right?
Even if he is a biological father, he does not take care of his children like this.
"Zheng'er, has your mother named your two little brothers? What are their names?" she asked.