There is space for the farm milk group, and they like to farm on the way to escape from the famine

Hearing this, Mrs. Ji curled her lips:

"The village chief sent a message and told us to take Duan Pingan to the ancestral hall after breakfast."

It means that no one will come over there until after breakfast.

Ji Miaomiao listened carefully while eating. Ye Qiuyun and Mrs. Ji discussed a few more words. Before she could say anything more, the village chief's wife outside shouted at Mrs. Ji at the top of her lungs.

Mrs. Ji ran out in a hurry. She didn't know what the two of them said. Not long after, Mrs. Ji ran in with eyes shining and said to Ye Qiuyun:

"Qiuyun! The eldest scholar son of the village chief's family is back! He is in our yard now. You should hurry up and take Shiliang out to give him a hand."

This is the reason why Mrs. Ji is so happy. She wants her grandson to go to school. The eldest son of the village chief's family is a gentleman from the city academy. If they can find out anything from him, it will save their family a lot of trouble.

inquire about.

Ye Qiuyun also understood this truth, and hurriedly handed his daughter to Mrs. Ji to feed, and hurriedly took Ji Shiliang beside him out.

Ji Miaomiao also understood that this was a major event related to her brother's life, so he was very sensible and did not make trouble around him.

This made Mrs. Ji feel even more deeply in her heart that her granddaughter came to the family to repay her kindness. She didn't let her guard down at the critical moment, and she often made contributions to the family.

Ji Miaomiao didn't know exactly what Ye Qiuyun took Ji Shiliang out to ask. Mrs. Ji didn't take her to the yard. After feeding her, she took her to the house to play.

It was only when the village chief sent someone to ask them to go to the ancestral hall that Ji Miaomiao returned to Ye Qiuyun's arms again and saw the village chief's scholar son.

After all, he was an academy gentleman who taught in the city. He was different from the dungarees that men in the village wore to facilitate work. He wore a long robe, and his skin was fairer than that of ordinary farmers. In addition, he was tall and tall, making him look quite handsome.

I heard that this man's name was Zhao Chuanliang. No matter what his temper was in his heart, Zhao Chuanliang was at least kind to everyone on the outside.

On the way to the ancestral hall with a group of people, he was obviously very interested in the Ji family's wine making and kept asking about the Ji family.

Because she wanted to send her little grandson to school, Mrs. Ji was very easy to talk to.

Zhao Chuanliang will try his best to answer questions that do not involve principles.

Although the village chief's wife had a quarrel with her eldest son at that time, it is clear that the mother and son are now reconciled. They are smiling and smiling from time to time, which matches the conversation between the two from time to time, and the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Zhao Chuanliang was also a human spirit. When he saw that although Mrs. Ji was talking to him from time to time, her eyes were always on the girl in the arms of her little daughter-in-law next to her, he knew that she liked this little granddaughter.

"Aunt Ji, is this your granddaughter?" His heart immediately moved, and he said with a smile: "She looks pretty, smart and cute, and she is already smart at a young age."

Mrs. Ji has never studied, but she can still hear Haolai's words clearly.

Zhao Chuanliang's words made people feel comfortable, not to mention that the flattery was just right, hitting her itchy spot, which made her smile immediately, and she felt more comfortable with Zhao Chuanliang in her heart.

"No! This little girl is getting smarter every day and has more tricks than this adult. The old lady really loves and hates her!"

Although she said that, the look she looked at Ji Miaomiao was full of love and tolerance.

Ji Miaomiao was a little touched that she had no future.

However, we still put our scrutiny on Zhao Chuanliang.

Why did Zhao Chuanliang praise himself for no reason?

This ancient scholar had so many tricks up his sleeve, and she didn't believe that he would praise her for no reason.

But Zhao Chuanliang didn't reveal his secret. He said a few more sentences and then changed the topic, as if it was just a casual comment.

The road to the ancestral hall is not far, as the group said, they arrived at the ancestral hall in a blink of an eye.

Village Chief Duan and Village Chief Zhao, who are Zhao Chuanliang’s father, were already standing in the ancestral hall.

Village Chief Duan was no longer as domineering as he was yesterday, and even lowered himself to greet Zhao Chuanliang. Zhao Chuanliang nodded calmly.

Logically speaking, as a junior, he shouldn't be like this, but no one around him, not even Village Chief Duan himself, felt anything was wrong.

It can be seen that everything is still low-grade, only reading is high-grade.

"Village Chief Duan, I heard my parents talking about this matter in the city, and I was always thinking about it. Now that the truth has been revealed, please don't cover up the murderer, which will chill the hearts of my parents and my brother!"

Zhao Chuanliang looked at Duan Pingan, who was tied up and beaten by Mrs. Wu, with a bruised nose and face, and said calmly.

At a small scale, his words could be a reminder to Village Chief Duan to enforce the law impartially; at a larger scale, it means that Village Chief Duan is practicing favoritism and shielding the murderer.

Beads of sweat instantly appeared on Village Chief Duan's forehead, and he repeatedly promised to be fair and just.

Zhao Chuanliang nodded calmly. Village Chief Duan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Seeing that Zhao Chuanliang stopped talking, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked relieved.

Ji Miaomiao once again realized the high status of scholars in this era.

Everyone here is ready and waiting for Madam Duan and Duan Laozhu to arrive.

But he said misfortunes never come singly to Mrs. Duan and her family.

Mrs. Duan was originally the backbone of the Duan family. Once she fainted, the whole family was like a piece of loose sand, and no one could hold it together.

Duan Laozhu finally got Mrs. Duan home, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his daughter-in-law Yi Chunhua started crying and cursing in the yard again.

Duan Laozhu had always been a docile person at home, and he didn't know how to persuade him at this time, so he simply pretended to be deaf.

After he put Mrs. Duan into bed properly, he himself fell asleep next to her, pretending that he couldn't hear her.

He was not awake yet when Granny Duan woke up.

As soon as Mrs. Duan woke up, she thought of her little son.

Poor Ping An, I don’t know where he has gone, and I don’t know if he has suffered any serious sins.

When she thought of this possibility, Mrs. Duan couldn't sit still. She immediately got out of bed and went out to find out the news.

As soon as I walked out of the yard, I found that my house was in a mess. I immediately sat on the ground and slapped my thighs, crying and cursing:

"That guy who was stabbed a thousand times dared to come and steal my mother's things. As soon as something happened to my mother's family, she would come and get the things right away. This kind of person will be struck to death by lightning. Don't let me know who it is. If I know it,

, I must chop your whole family to death——"

"I have really been in trouble for eight lifetimes... I gave birth to three debt collectors! The older one is not filial, but the younger son is filial, but he is framed by others! The daughter I raised is like water thrown out, what a bullshit.

My son doesn't care about his parents' family. If something happens at home, everything will be stolen. You bunch of harmful people will die a good death!"

Mrs. Duan's voice was extremely loud, and her swearing was as rhythmic as singing. The neighbors had had enough of her for a long time, and they would not take her out to watch the fun.