Qingyu's family had been out for only an hour and a half. When they returned home, they found that the originally empty house had been turned over into a mess.
The neatly made bed was overturned to the ground, and several holes were dug into the ground. The locations of these holes were all uneven places that were newly filled by the family yesterday.
You don't need to think about the reason why.
When the rice store was transporting rice last night, it must have alerted the surrounding neighbors. The people living here are all poor people who have had nothing to eat. Knowing that Qingyu's family has stockpiles of food, they will come to the door if they have the slightest evil intentions.
Come and steal.
But those little thieves never imagined that Mi was not in the house at all.
There are four pits on the ground, each pit is at least half a meter high. It is obvious that these pits were dug not by one person or a family, but by a group of people.
As for the newly bought hoe, broom, etc. yesterday, they were originally leaning against the wall, but they are no longer there anymore.
The family of five was silent for a while, but Qingyu finally made the move first, put the vegetables and meat into the back of Xuannv Hall, and said, "Clear the shop first."
Several people went back to their houses to clean up their own bunks, but after a while, everyone gathered in front of Qing Yu. It turned out that in addition to their own two beds of tattered cotton wool, all the cotton quilts given by Pan Ming had been stolen.
Qingyu took a breath and said slowly: "Then fill the ground first."
To fill the land, we need hoes and shovels, but the hoes have been stolen, and there are only two shovels we just bought.
Qingyu took out two shovels from the Xuannv Hall and handed them to Shi'an and Hongtao, then said to Zhufeng and Wen Ya: "The things that were lost are the things that were thrown away, Brother and Sister Lao."
Wen Ya glanced at Zhufeng, and the two of them walked out knowingly. As soon as they reached the threshold, they heard Qing Yu Bu Xian say calmly: "If you don't know how to behave, teach them."
The breath that Wen Ya was holding finally burst out on her face. She held the iron sword she just bought and strode out with a sullen face. She followed the dirt road to the alley. On the left was the yard that the broker showed them yesterday.
, there is no one inside, but there are people in the courtyard on the right.
Wen Ya stepped forward and kicked open the closed courtyard door without any explanation. Her anger was as loud as a lion's roar, "Get out of here."
Her voice was so violent and fierce that it made people's hearts tremble. Zhufeng, who was following behind him, couldn't help but shudder, remembering the past: it was said that there was once a small sect that bullied a disciple of Xuanmen Shan Pavilion, and was killed as a result.
Wen Ya kicked his lair, and although he didn't kill those people, the sect was wiped out. From then on, Wen Ya's vicious reputation spread.
The only person in Xuanmen who can control Wen Ya's temper is the head junior sister. But the head junior sister just said something... Zhufeng shuddered and moved a little away to avoid harming himself.
When the people living in the courtyard heard this roar, they were all frightened. They didn't know whether they had just woken up or had woken up a long time ago. Anyway, the man who was dressed in the house came out, saw the kicked-in door, and asked angrily:
"What are you doing, you crazy bitch? Why are you kicking the door of my house?"
Wen Ya looked at him expressionlessly, "Hoe."
"What?" The man didn't know why at first, but in the next moment, he suddenly understood something, but his eyes and expression changed quickly, looking confused: "What kind of hoe, come to kick my door so early in the morning, you are looking for death."
With that said, he took out his hoe and pointed it at Wen Ya. He could tell that Wen Ya's arrival was not good.
Wen Ya slowly raised her sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the man, and said again: "Hoe."
The man was frightened by this momentum. He stepped back involuntarily and said in a weak voice, "I don't know what a hoe is. This is the only hoe I have in the house. If you don't believe me, search for it."
"Bring it here." Wen Ya remained expressionless.
"This is my hoe. If you don't believe it, see for yourself. I have been using it for a long time, and the hoe handle has been polished." He showed the hoe handle to Wen Ya.
Wen Ya didn't even look at it, she stabbed forward sharply with the iron sword in her hand, right between the man's eyebrows.
The man, who had never seen such a scene before, turned pale with fright, dropped the hoe and ran into the house, "Here you go, take the hoe."
Wen Ya glanced at Zhufeng, who hurriedly ran over and picked up the hoe.
Wen Ya followed and went into the house. The man was still closing the door, but unexpectedly a strong force kicked him. He was hit in the face by the kicked door, which made tears well up in his eyes for a moment.
Her action frightened everyone in the room, including the man. The man fell to the ground and shouted, "I didn't take anything. I swear, I didn't take anything."
"Cotton." Wen Ya pointed the tip of her sword at the man.
The man was startled, and then howled: "I didn't take your cotton wool, I swear, if I took it, my whole family will be killed, and I will have no descendants."
"Cotton." Wen Ya pointed the tip of her sword at the man's crotch and said harshly, "Don't make me repeat it a third time."
The woman in the house was frightened, fearing that the crazy woman at the door would really kill her husband, so she immediately pulled out the cotton wool from her bed and said, "I'll give you all the cotton wool. Don't kill him. This has nothing to do with us.
We didn't take anything."
Wen Ya glanced at the cotton wool in front of her. It was black, dirty and tattered. "Dirty." She dropped the word in disgust and turned around to leave.
Zhufeng quickly followed with a hoe on his shoulder.
The two came to the next yard again and kicked open the door again. But this time, there was a man and a woman standing in the yard. The man was holding a sickle in his hand, and the woman was hiding behind the man, but there was also a sickle in her hand.
Pulling a kitchen knife.
Apparently he heard the noise in the first yard and made preparations in advance just in case.
Wen Ya said coldly again: "Hoe."
Although the man was afraid of the iron sword in her hand, he thought that if the other party was a prostitute, even if she had a sword in her hand, it would be just like the wife behind him, just pretending, so he raised his sickle and struck at her.
Of course he didn't really want to chop, after all, he didn't have the courage, but in Wen Ya's eyes, this action was extremely offensive. Wen Ya immediately turned the iron sword in her hand, and struck the blade of the raised sickle with the sword,
There was a harsh crashing sound that made people's skin crawl.
The man was so shocked that his wrist went numb, and he involuntarily let go of the sickle. The sickle swung along with the sword and flew far away, landing in an unknown yard.
This momentum, not to mention flying a knife, even slashing his neck, the man was completely frightened, because he heard the sound in the yard next door, so he quickly clarified, "I didn't take anything from you, I even went there
I’ve never been there, I swear, I don’t know anything.”
Wen Ya remained expressionless every word: "Hoe."
The man was too frightened to say anything more and quickly handed over the hoe that was leaning against the wall. Seeing Zhufeng carrying a hoe, he handed it to Zhufeng with both hands.
Zhufeng carried two hoes on his shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Cotton." Wen Ya added.
The man was stunned for a moment and begged: "Xia Xiang, I kowtow to you. My family only has one bed of cotton wool, and my whole family relies on that bed of cotton wool to survive the winter. Please..."
"Cotton." Wen Ya thrust the tip of her sword forward, her whole body was undeniably cold.
The man couldn't bear this posture, so he stumbled back to the house to hug the cotton wool. As soon as he picked up the cotton wool from the bed, when he turned around, Wen Ya was standing behind him. He was so frightened that he almost knelt down and hurriedly handed over the cotton wool.
Zhufeng took a sniff and couldn't help but frown. It smelled sour that he wouldn't want it even if it was given to him.
Wen Ya also had a look of disgust on her face, and she didn't know whether it was more indifferent or mocking. She snorted and went to the next house.