Xia Qianqian was so angry that she worked even harder. She didn't even take a break at noon, but just roasted two potatoes in the field to fill her stomach.
Xia Dinghai came again and asked with a gloating look: "Qianqian, who did you offend?"
"I don't know." Xia Qianqian looked up at Xia Dinghai and continued to work.
Xia Dinghai squatted down and said, "It seems that your father really taught you how to make tiles, and the tiles are made quite well."
Xia Qianqian ignored him.
Xia Dinghai added: "You must have made enemies in the village. You will never be able to succeed in this business, no matter how much you do. Just come home with me!"
"Second Uncle, did you do what happened last night?" Xia Qianqian asked.
"Nonsense, how could I do such a thing?" Xia Dinghai frowned in displeasure.
"My tiles were destroyed last night, and today my second uncle came to call me home. It can't help but make people think." Xia Qianqian raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and squinted at Xia Dinghai.
Xia Dinghai said: "You girl, you don't know how to appreciate kindness!"
"I will definitely continue to make tiles, and no one can stop me."
"Okay, you have the ambition, so keep going."
Xia Dinghai walked away, and Qin asked in a low voice: "Qianqian, do you think it will be your second uncle?"
"Not necessarily." Xia Qianqian smiled indifferently, "No matter who he is, I won't let him go."
That day, Xia Qianqian made 300 tiles. With yesterday's experience, she made tiles quickly and well today. But what's the point of making more tiles? They can't stand being destroyed.
"Mom, don't be afraid."
Xia Qianqian left a string in the field, stretched it all the way to her home, tied it behind the door, and attached a small bell. As long as someone went to the field and moved the string, she would know immediately. She also prepared a tool to catch thieves - a shovel.
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At the same time, Jiang's
As soon as Jiang's mother entered the house, she closed the door and whispered, "I found out that Xia Qianqian made 300 tiles today and left them where they were yesterday."
The excitement in his tone was hard to conceal.
"Okay." Father Jiang slapped his thighs hard, his eyes flashing with excitement and viciousness, "If she dares to hit me, she won't be able to stay in Yangliu Village when she gets old!"
Jiang Li's two hands were broken and he couldn't move because they were in splints. He said fearfully, "Dad, what if she hits you?"
"It's frost and dewy at night now. Can she still stay in the field? She will freeze to death!" said Jiang's father.
Mother Jiang prepared a lantern and said, "Old Jiang, take the lantern with you at night and check if there is anyone in the field. If there is anyone in the field, you can pretend to be passing by and no one will do anything."
"Okay." Father Jiang said, "That damn girl thinks she's invincible because she relies on her brute force. I must let her know how powerful I am!"
"Her home is several hundred meters away from the field. Even if she heard the noise, she couldn't catch up with me."
Everything is ready, just waiting to start.
The three members of the Jiang family all felt very relieved. If they couldn't win, wouldn't they think of another way?
The night gradually deepened, and at three o'clock in the morning, Jiang's father picked up a wooden stick and went out holding a lantern.
The village had fallen into a deep sleep. It was pitch black with only the chirping of insects and the occasional barking of dogs.
Jiang Li raised the corners of his lips proudly. When passing by the thatched house, he stopped and listened with bated breath. There was no movement inside, so everyone must be asleep.
Just like last night, he walked into the field with ease, where rows of tiles stood neatly on the fine sand.
"You little bitch, I'll make sure you can't burn any tiles and starve you to death!" Jiang Li put down the lantern, picked up the stick and walked forward.
(End of this chapter)