After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Several nearby houses turned on the lights one after another, and the men came out to see, "What's going on?"

"There's a burglar in the house!" Xia Qianqian answered loudly, calmly without the slightest panic.

A few lamps illuminate the small thatched cottage. The thatched house is small and narrow, and it is clear at a glance what is going on.

Father Jiang was still unconscious, half inside the house and half outside. And Jiang Li clutched his broken hand and cried, "My hand is broken..."

After staying up in the middle of the night, the father and son went to a widow's house. Everyone knew what he was thinking. Yang Neng asked angrily and loudly, "Jiang Li, what are your father and son doing?"

"I, we..." Jiang Li broke out in cold sweat from the pain, unable to speak.

"I heard a thief coming in the middle of the night, so I picked up a stick and hit it. I didn't expect it would be the Jiang family and his son." Xia Qianqian flexibly turned her wrist, pointed the stick at Jiang Li, and asked sharply, "Say, you sneaked here in the middle of the night. What is my house doing?"

"We're just passing by!" Jiang Li certainly wouldn't admit that he did bad things.

Yang Neng said: "Nonsense, can you go to someone's house when you pass by? You obviously have other plans."

"Their family is so poor, what can they steal?" Jiang Li refused.

Yang Neng said, "What if you are a figurehead?"

"Nonsense, who cares about them?"

"Then what is this?" Xia Qianqian picked up the incense stick on the ground and showed it to everyone, "If I hadn't woken up, I would have been fascinated long ago. At dawn tomorrow, the villagers can only see me and my mother hanging on the beam and committing suicide!"

The evidence is conclusive, Jiang Li is young and unable to stabilize, unable to answer, his face is anxious, his eyes dodge.

"I might as well tell you that I, Xia Qianqian, dare to bring my mother and sister back to the village, so I have the confidence to stand in the village! I'm not afraid of what kind of jackals, tigers and leopards it is! Come and beat one, two and one pair!" Xia Qianqian announced loudly , the voice is cold enough, the confidence is enough, and the momentum is strong enough.

In front of all the villagers, Xia Qianqian slammed the wooden stick to the ground. With a click, the stick with the thickness of the small arm was broken in two.

Jiang Li shuddered, feeling like the stick hit him in the hand. My hand hurts even more...

The villagers looked at the fate of Jiang's father and son, and they were all in awe of the little girl: What a great strength! What a crazy prestige!

At this moment, Jiang's father woke up, got up and touched the back of his head and yelled, "Who wants to kill me and dare to beat me?"

"Me." Xia Qianqian replied in a crisp voice.

Jiang's father was stunned for a moment, looked at the current scene, and asked Jiang Li in disbelief: "Is she really beaten?"

"Dad, it's her, my hand is broken..." Jiang Li cried.

When Father Jiang saw his son's hand, he almost fainted: "Xia Qianqian, you little bitch..."

Xia Qianqian picked up another stick from the ground and walked forward with the stick aggressively. Father Jiang stepped back subconsciously: "Damn girl, what are you doing!"

"Who are you calling a little bitch?" Xia Qianqian's stick had already pointed to the bridge of Father Jiang's nose.

Jiang's father was used to his majesty. He raised his hand and grabbed the stick, and said sternly, "I just scold you! Little slut, little slut..."

Xia Qianqian violently pulled out the stick and threw it back, hitting Father Jiang's leg.

"Ow—"

Jiang's father jumped up in pain and jumped up.

"I'll ask you again, who do you call a little bitch?" Xia Qianqian asked with a stick.

The thin body exudes an incomparable aura. The cold moonlight shone on her, adding a dash of coldness.

"I just scold you!"

Xia Qianqian waved the stick without saying a word.