The General’s Little Peasant Wife

For the face that is shameless, since she thinks she can escape, then don't blame her for being polite.

When Ning Mengyao went to Yangzhu’s house, no one in their family, raising their eyebrows slightly, just remembered that they were going out to collect food.

After thinking about it, I walked toward the field. I didn’t see the Yangzhu family very far. After seeing the figure of Ning Mengyao, the people who collected the food in the field were stunned. It seems that the thief did not Meng Yao’s things have been returned.

If it is going back, will she still come? Of course not.

"Is it a dream Yaotou?"

"Well, I didn't go back."

"Then we..."

"Yang Shu does not need to, let's talk about it this evening. It's important to collect food now." He said that he would help the locals. Although she couldn't help, she could still help the remaining wheat ears on the ground.

For a whole day, Ning Mengyao was helping Yang Zhujia to collect food. It seemed that he was not in a hurry. He only thought of the money in her hands, and everyone would understand.

People simply don't have this thing at all, just can't stand this breath.

After the family went back to eat at night, they came to Ning Mengyao's house at the same time. Only one family did not come.

Someone kindly went to the family and called it. When I went in, I saw that the table was full of rice and white noodles. This is not the case. It is roast chicken and rabbit meat. This...

"What are you doing in?" Roche's piercing voice rang in the man's ear.

The man who came to shout the Roche family looked at Roche with a look of inquiry, and then said faintly: "The village head let the people go and arrest the thief."

When I said this, my eyes were still glanced at the dinner table of their home. At that glance, Roche got a little scared.

After saying this, the people left directly and did not give Roche a chance to speak.

Yang Xiuer looked at her mother, and her face was pale: "Mother..."

"Nothing, eat fast, let's go and see, these moths come out every day." Roche said impatiently, it seems very dissatisfied, so that Yang Cui opened his mouth, want to say something, but ultimately still The words swallowed into the stomach.

After the meal, the Roche family went to the village head's house, but in the past, everyone looked at them with the kind of inquiry, and the eyes made Yang Xiuer very unhappy.

"What do you think?"

Everyone sneered, didn't talk, just looked at Yang Zhu: "The village chief has arrived."

Yang Zhu nodded and looked at Ning Mengyao and asked her to talk about it.

Ning Mengyao went up and looked at the people below, and then Yang Lele took out a white cloth bag.

"Everyone must be very curious about why I have to get a cloth bag. In fact, it is to catch thieves."

Everyone started to talk about it, how to catch a thief in a cloth bag?

"This hopes that everyone will help out. Everyone grabs it in the cloth bag, and waits for a while who has traces on his hand, that is who." Ning Mengyao explained with a smile.

When everyone heard it, it was all right. They all nodded and agreed. Ning Mengyao took the cloth bag and walked toward the crowd. Every one of them did not miss it. Some people caught it and turned it over, but it was given by Ning Mengyao. Stop it, say it will come again later.

After everyone grabbed it, Ning Mengyao let them all open their hands.

The crowd suddenly exploded: "Why do we have black ink when we are injured?" Everyone looked around and found that everyone’s hands were there, and they were not happy at the moment. Isn’t this a thief?

Ning Mengyao is looking at a place, that is, Roche’s hand with blank hands.

"Rosie, my family's things are delicious?" Ning Mengyao went to Roche's face and looked at her eyes and said one word at a time.

Roche suddenly blew up and glared at Ning Mengyao: "I have nothing in my hand. Why do you say it is me?"

Ning Mengyao did not speak, but turned over the cloth bag. Everyone saw that there was a black color on the bottom of the cloth bag. It was the ink dyed by Ning Mengyao.

As long as you grab the bottom with your hand, your hand will definitely be dyed with ink.