Xue Zhuang looked at Xu Yan'er with a dark face. At this time, he even wanted to strangle the mother and daughter to death.
The Song family was setting up a greenhouse a few days ago, and he came to the house on his own initiative. Song Zhenping also declined, but he couldn't resist his justice and let him in.
As a result, after only half an hour at the Song family, Xu Yaner sent someone to bring him word that something was going on at home and called him back.
For this reason, I even made the brothers in the Wei Institute laugh a few times.
Only then did Xue Zhuang realize that although Xu Yan'er was charming and liked him very much on the kang, she didn't understand a man's heart at all.
I want to do something big, I want to go back to the guardhouse to make contributions, and I don’t want to fight with women on the kang every day.
Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, Xue Zhuang suppressed the anger in his heart: Let's live like this for now! Women are here to give birth to children anyway.
Teach first.
If you can't listen to me even after being told several times, and you still want to cause trouble again, then hit me. If you hit me a few more times, you will start to understand.
Xue Zhuang adjusted his mood, walked to Xu Yan'er, gritted his back molars and whispered: "If I can't get up after counting to three, I will beat you to death immediately, you idiot."
"one!"
Seeing Xue Zhuang's clenched fists, Xu Yan'er stood up suddenly, ran to Mrs. Cui tremblingly, and cried in a tearful voice: "Mother! Mother, get up soon!"
"mother……!"
In a corner of the street, Jin Sanchong's body seemed to have no bones, leaning against the courtyard wall.
His neck was still wrapped in bloody gauze, and his white face looked even more like a dead person.
He had also seen the scene where Song Liyun kicked someone just now, and his shock was only more or less than that of Xue Zhuang.
Jin Sanzhong squeezed the wooden stick next to him tightly, with hatred in his eyes, and murmured: "No wonder the voice is so familiar, it turns out that she was the one pretending to be the evil spirit that night.
No, the evil spirit is her. No, the one who hurt me is a black shadow, which looks like a human but not like a human."
Jin Sanzhong suddenly felt dizzy, and the wound on the back of his neck began to throb.
"Ah! I can't breathe, go back, go back and lie down!"
In just a few days, Jin Sanchong's already thin face became even thinner, almost like a skinny skull.
He clutched his chest and walked slowly home.
Since the success of inviting Master Huang to "exorcise evil spirits" that night, the injury on Jin Sanzhong's neck has gradually improved, but it has never healed.
He also has some minor ailments. These days, he is always flustered at night and has tightness of breath. He has to ask Master Huang to come to his home to do some exercises so that he can sleep peacefully.
Feeling better today, he went out to find Han Ming.
Since he escaped that night, the two of them have never seen each other again.
He was so seriously injured that he wanted to know if Han Ming was dead.
But when I arrived at the place where Han Dasha lived, I was dumbfounded. Han Dasha's house had been vacated, and the tattered furniture and clothes inside had been picked up, leaving only the empty earthen bed and door frame.
After asking other people about it, I found out that Han Dasha was working as a laborer in the Song family and would not come back.
Jin Sanzhong only felt his scalp numb at that time, and thought that Han Dasha was confused by the monster.
Thinking about it now, the Song family must have taken advantage of it. Will he confess himself?
Will Song Liyun come to your door today?
Jin Sanzhong stumbled back to his yard, threw himself into bed, pulled his neck and started shouting: "Bitch, why don't you give me a kang? You want to freeze me to death!"
In the kitchen, the woman heard the shouting and hurriedly dropped the clothes she was washing and ran to the main room.
Before entering the house, he was faced with a wet and smelly shoe: "Damn woman, burn the kang, bring tea and snacks."
The woman rubbed her fingers that were red from the cold and whispered: "We don't have much firewood at home. I thought you wouldn't come back for a while."
Jin Sanzhong gasped: "You bitch, you must want me to die outside. If you don't have firewood, go find it. Go!"
In the snow and ice, the thinly dressed woman was kicked out of the house.
You are not allowed to go back until you find firewood for the kang.
There is still snow and everything is wet. Where can I find dry firewood?
The woman was walking blankly on the street.
Master Huang, who kept saying she wanted to go with him, was on another street. She only had to walk there, and she could have a house that was sheltered from the wind and snow again.
But women don’t want to.
None of these men have any good stuff.
Jin Sanchong once saved her life and gave her a chance to wait for her son.
In order to repay kindness, I can endure being beaten and scolded.
These few times I was forced to compromise by Master Huang just to survive.
Her body is already dirty, and her heart cannot be dirty as well.
She is not willing to become someone's daughter-in-law casually, nor is she willing to discredit her dead husband or her son whose life and death are unknown.
The woman didn't even look back and walked directly to the outskirts of the town.
Song Liyun sent acorn tofu to Boss Mu's shop and sat there for a while, listening to Boss Mu talk about Qili County.
"Today I saw many grain stores in Qili County raising their prices. Miss Song, if you want to buy more grain, do it early.
You don’t know that every year when there is a heavy snowfall, the cattle and sheep on the grassland will be raised in pens, and those Di people will be idle!"
Boss Mu's store had grain, but the quantity was limited. He knew that the Song family depended on buying grain, so he asked Song Liyun to go to Qili County to buy grain.
Song Liyun frowned and drank the crude tea soup with salt in his hand, and asked in confusion: "The Di people are idle, what does it have to do with the increase in food prices?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter! Think about it! Usually the Di people have to herd sheep and horses and collect cow dung. They are busy. Now that they are free, they have to go out..."
"Come out and grab food!"
An idea suddenly flashed into Song Liyun's mind, and the words blurted out, startling herself.
"Oh, my aunt, please don't say this, or you'll get bad luck and bring disaster!"
Boss Mu was so panicked that he started to pray to the sky: "Blessed by Bodhisattva, those who don't know are not guilty! Don't listen to her."
"Uncle Mu, have you forgotten that there is a guardhouse in Ruijin Town now, and those Di people cannot come."
Song Liyun found it a little funny. The newly built Broken Gold Pass was not made of paper, and the sergeants were not made of clay either.
Boss Mu sighed: "I'm worried about food!
We are safe here, but other places are prone to disaster.
No one knows how big the Dilu Grassland is or how many tribes there are.
These tribes on horseback wander around, here today, there tomorrow.
They live by water and grass, and both men and women can ride horses and draw bows. They are herdsmen at one moment and bandits at the next, making them difficult to guard against.
If the Wu Dynasty could be foolproof by building a few guard posts, the Zhenbei Army would not have to be stationed at Xia Shi Pass all year round, and Suijin Town would not be what it is now.
You just came here and you don’t know how scary the Di people are!
Sigh! I think back then...even if we didn’t have much sand gold, we could still trade mountain furs.”
Boss Mu sighed.
It has only been five years, but it seems like a lifetime.
Many people in the town are waiting for those who fell into the grassland and will never come back.