Jiang Jing subconsciously looked at Song Yingmin. She still had a handsome face, but there was no trace of warmth on her face. It looked like she was looking at a dead person.
It reminded her of the corpse of her mother-in-law whom she had never met.
The hairs on her hair stood on end. She quickly avoided Song Yingmin's sight and carried her son into the house.
When Song Yingmin turned his back on her in the past, he also had such a cold face. She just thought that Song Yingmin valued her too much and was jealous, which made her feel a little happy.
But at this moment, it suddenly became clear that Song Yingmin was either jealous or angry and did not want her to have any contact with other men.
If she hadn't listened to Song Yingmin that time, what would Song Yingmin do to her? She didn't dare to think about it.
"Cook."
Jiang Jing was even more scared.
Is Song Yingmin still a human being?
She only looked at the corpse from a distance, and now she has no thought of eating it.
That was his mother, and she was even a little sad when she didn't see him.
I came back and just wanted to eat.
What kind of person did she marry?
Are the Song Yingmin of the previous life and the Song Yingmin of the current life the same person?
But Jiang Jing didn't dare not do it.
She didn't kill the chicken as originally thought.
She made vegetarian noodles.
Song Yingmin didn't say anything and ate a big bowl.
Jiang Jing still couldn't eat anything and only drank some water.
…………
It didn't take long for the case to be cleared.
Fu Gaihua was indeed killed by Song Laokui.
Fu Gaihua couldn't bear Song Laokui's beatings, so she ran away one night, but failed. Song Laokui caught up with her somewhere outside the village, beat her to death on the spot, and dragged her home after being beaten.
Song Laokui began to rebuild the courtyard wall the next day, specially building a thick stone wall, and built Fu Gaihua's body into the wall that night.
Song Laokui was sentenced to death and executed immediately.
But Jiang Jing knew that Song Laokui knew that he would not survive, so he did not tell anyone that Song Yingmin had built the wall. He admitted it himself.
She had only heard from Song Yingmin himself in her previous life that he had built the stone wall. Without evidence, no one would believe her if she told her.
Even if others believed it, Song Yingmin would only be twelve or thirteen years old at that time, and nothing would happen to him. At most, he would be talked about.
And she, Song Yingmin will not let her go.
Jiang Jing, who wanted to understand, listened to Song Yingmin these days. She packed up her home and took care of her son. She hadn't been in the space for a long time.
She didn't dare because she was afraid of being discovered by Song Yingmin.
Space is her only support.
Song Yingmin stayed at home and did not leave the village.
The family had land, and when Song Laokui wasn't drinking, he would tend to the crops in the field, and Jiang Jing also helped.
Song Yingmin didn't like farming and hadn't been there for so many days.
When the land is planted, it can only be done quietly.
While she went to the fields, the children were left at home.
How could Jiang Jing endure it forever?
After Song Yingmin finally went out to do business, Jiang Jing put all her and her son's things in the space, hugged her son and left home.
"Where are you going?"
Hearing the voice from behind, Jiang Jing suddenly broke into cold sweat all over her body.
It was Song Yingmin's voice.
Jiang Jing ran away and was caught by Song Yingmin after only a few steps.
"You want to run away." Song Yingmin grabbed Jiang Jing's hair and turned her face towards him, "You want to be like my mother, huh?"
Jiang Jing felt like her scalp was about to be pulled off, and she cried and begged for mercy, "No, Ying Min, I don't want to run away, I just want to go back to my parents' house to visit."
Song Yingmin put down Jiang Jing's hair and said, "Go back to your parents' house, okay."
Just when Jiang Jing thought Song Yingmin believed her, she heard Song Yingmin say, "Where have you put all the things you brought from home? Don't even think about lying to me. Do you think you hid it well?"
Where did you earn your money? When we got married, I went through your things, and I didn't even get a hundred yuan. The total money you gave me was six to seven hundred yuan. Where did you earn it?
Where do the grains and fruits you sell to the market come from? You catch fish every day, where are the fish you catch and where do you put the fish cages?"
Jiang Jingting's whole body was soaked with sweat.
She thought she had done it secretly enough, but she didn't expect that Song Yingmin would find out everything.
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Beijing.
In the Agricultural Research Institute, a group of people gathered around a pile of things to look at.
This pile was taken out of a large cardboard box that was mailed.
All the outer wrappings have been opened and the contents inside are spread out.
The things are not too special, they can be said to be ordinary, they are all things they are very familiar with.
A bunch of ripe wheat.
A bag of soybeans.
Six sticks of corn.
Ordinary things, unusual shapes.
The wheat ears are twice as long as ordinary wheat ears, and each one is in perfect shape. At first glance, people will think that they are manufactured models.
Soybean grains are larger and plumper than ordinary soybeans.
Corn is even more so. It has big grains and is so golden that no one would believe it if you take it out and say it is a prop.
But a group of people have confirmed that these are all true, there is no fraud at all, they all grow like this from the ground.
"Why do wheat ears grow so big? Which laboratory newly cultivated them? How could they be sent to our institute so casually?"
Isn't it casual? An ordinary cardboard box is not afraid of being crushed.
"Also, these soybeans and corns are cultivated through GMO technology."
A man wearing glasses held a stack of paper, adjusted his glasses, and said, "This is the information that was sent together. It says that these are all naturally selected and not genetically modified.
Look at the soybean yield per mu mentioned above, which is more than double what it is now. If it is true, it would be too strong."
"Xiao Zou, where did you find it?" A middle-aged man with little hair on his head reached out to the man wearing glasses, "Bring it to me and take a look."
"The information was placed in the pile of wood shavings at the bottom of the box." Xiao Zou handed the information to the middle-aged man, "Director Cai, the person who sent the stuff may be a civil servant."
"Minke?" A thin man in a white coat showed an expression of disbelief, "Is it impossible? Can Minke cultivate such a seed?"
An old man walked in and asked, "Where are the things you sent?"
"Old Zeng." A group of people made room for the old man.
Mr. Zeng walked to the table and saw several things spread out on the table. He took a few steps and went over to take a closer look. Then he carefully picked up an ear of wheat and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.
, praised, "What a good thing."
Director Cai asked, "Mr. Zeng, do you know who sent this? Is it a local research institute?"
Mr. Zeng gently put down the wheat ears in his hand and sighed, "No, it was cultivated by individuals. It is what you call Minke."
"Minke!"
"Really, Mr. Zeng, are you not kidding us?"
Mr. Zeng handed a magazine rolled up in his hand to Director Cai, "There are articles published by this civilian researcher."
This is a foreign-language journal, which can be said to be a first-class international agricultural journal.
Director Cai opened the magazine catalog hesitantly, and quickly found the same name as the one he just read, "It's really her, Wei Xingxi."