Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

Of course Mrs. Ning was not willing, but the villagers stared at her fiercely, so she could not refuse directly, so she cleared her throat and said, "Who goes out with so many copper coins?"

Xiaoxiao pretended not to understand the meaning of her words: "Don't bother me, my granddaughter will get it for you." Anyway, the money today must be paid by the old man, otherwise she wouldn't have called the doctor and the village chief in vain ?

And that meat couldn't fit into her stomach, which made her feel so sad! However, it is better to give it to the village chief than to Lao Zhai. If you give it to Lao Zhai and the others, it will not help your family at all, and you may even get scolded. But it is different if you give it to the village chief. In any case, it will benefit your family. .

Old Mrs. Ning was extremely unhappy, but she looked at the village chief's stern face and couldn't act rudely, so she kept winking at Aunt Ning: "Little girl, you can get whatever money you want for the movie."

Mrs. Song had just changed Ning Fengnian's dressing in the house. When she heard the noise, Second Aunt Ning had already turned around and left reluctantly. Xiaoxiao's thoughts suddenly changed and she dragged Ning Erlang and winked at him hard behind her back. : "Brother, look at us, we all forgot to give the village chief uncle a glass of water. It's really inappropriate!"

Ning Erlang understood in seconds, ignored the village chief's refusal, quickly went into the house and poured a cup of very hot water, and added a small spoonful of honey through gritted teeth.

Smelling the rare sweetness in the cup, the village chief also sat down. Ning Erlang drew inferences and poured a cup for Mrs. Ning. He also dragged her into the yard to drink water. Of course, her cup was ordinary. Just plain water.

When Xiaoxiao arrived at the old house, Aunt Ning had already entered the house faster than her. She was so agile that she didn't look like a pregnant woman who had been pregnant for several months. She was anxious to discuss it with the head of the family.

The copper coins can be paid out, but how much will be paid out and how to get Dafang back, we still have to carefully calculate.

The old house without the big house was a lot empty and messy. The dust and debris on the floor were not cleaned up. The strange smell and dirt in the chicken coop were even more difficult to ignore. Xiaoxiao simply didn’t understand this group of people. How do people endure it.

She looked around the yard and saw that no one was there. She was about to knock on the door of the main house directly when she heard whispers from the second house.

First, Aunt Ning asked uneasily: "Master, what do you think this is good for?"

Then, the second uncle Ning's voice sounded a little angry: "If I had known, I shouldn't have hit my head with that stick..."

Xiaoxiao paused, and her face suddenly turned cold.

She moved lightly to the side of the second house, found a window and squatted down, where she could listen more carefully.

Aunt Ning's cold-blooded and sharp reply made Xiaoxiao's face turn cold. She said, "It's better to be stronger and just beat him to death than to drag us down like this every now and then."

A lot of copper coins were given to the big house, which makes me angry just thinking about it.

Xiaoxiao clenched her fists and used all her strength to resist breaking in. She forced herself to stay rational. Although she wanted to beat these two bastards to death, she was still young and could not beat the two tall people inside. What a bastard. Besides, even if she told the story, these two people would definitely not admit it, and they might even throw dirty water on their big house.

She needed evidence, she needed a hit, and she must not give them a chance to quibble.

Uncle Ning snorted: "You know what the hell, there is a big difference between hurting and killing. If he died at that time, how could the village chief and Li Zheng ignore this matter? If there was a problem in the Yamen, even if I knew someone Yamen, this matter cannot be suppressed. Who knows what means they have at their disposal and whether they will find out the truth."