Zhang Yuanwei probably never dreamed that his backer would fall so quickly, and the newly appointed county magistrate would ignore him, and it would be useless to give him more money.
Member Zhang was so angry that he could not afford to be sick.
The purpose of marrying a concubine before was to congratulate him, because Zhang Yuanwai didn't have much time, so after Zhang Yuanwai's qi disease this time, he was already terminally ill, and there was no cure.
Zhang's house was in chaos.
The bandits once again came to the conclusion that no one can offend Chuzheng.
Because you don't know where she's going to piss you off.
I don't know how he died.
They're still going to be bandits... No, it's better to be guards.
The old and young in the cottage are still waiting for their money!
Try to be a escort today.
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Zhang Yuanwai and the magistrate fell from power, and no one bothered Yang Cuicui.
But Yang Cuicui was still unlucky.
Jiang Liangye was inhumane, drinking heavily all day and never returning home.
Even if such a big thing happened to Jiang Dasheng, Jiang Liangye said nothing.
Jiang Dasheng needed money to treat his leg. Yang Cuicui didn't have the money, so he would not be treated. Jiang Dasheng lay on the bed all day and was scolded by Yang Cuicui.
Jiang Yuyu was not much better.
On the other hand, on the Chuzheng side, people come and go every day, and they bring delicious and fun things to it.
There is a wall, but I can smell the fragrance every day, and the chef next door has changed the way to make delicious food.
In the village, most people can't eat meat for a month, but the neighbors eat it every day.
Even if they eat every day, they also keep dogs.
Dogs eat meat!
Live better than a dog.
Pissed off too.
Fast forward to winter.
Covered by heavy snow, people in the village do not go out very much, so try to reduce exercise as much as possible to ensure that they can survive this winter.
"Mother, there is no more food..." Jiang Yuyu pointed at the empty food bag, shivering with cold.
Yang Cuicui is more fierce than before: "What's the use of telling me if I don't have food? Do I have food?"
Jiang Yuyu was unhappy at being yelled at: "Then we'll starve to death."
"You #!*%..." Yang Cuicui scolded: "You don't know what to do?"
"Whatever I can do, the food has been taken away. My brother doesn't come back every day, and you left him food. I think you want to starve me to death."
Jiang Liangye now does nothing but eat and sleep all day long.
Yang Cuicui also regarded him as a treasure, how could Jiang Yuyu think about it.
"You damn girl, are you trying to find fault?" Yang Cuicui pinched Jiang Yuyu, scolding while pinching.
"What are you arguing about?"
Jiang Dasheng stood at the door with a cane, looking at them dissatisfied.
"What are you arguing about? The family can't open the pot. What are you talking about?" Yang Cuicui began to criticize Jiang Dasheng again, and attributed the current situation to Jiang Dasheng.
Jiang Dasheng's face gradually became difficult to look at.
"You're a bum, look what you're like now, and you need my old lady to serve you Balabala..."
"Yang Cuicui!" Jiang Dasheng broke out and scolded: "If it weren't for you, I would have become like this?"
"Oh, Jiang Dasheng, are you blaming me?" Yang Cuicui crossed her hips: "You agreed at the time, but now you're blaming me?"
Jiang Yuyu looked at her parents who were arguing, threw something and left the kitchen.
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next door yard.
Liang Han wrapped his cloak and poured food for the big black dog. Hearing the quarrel next door, he clicked his tongue.
The next door is noisy every day, endlessly.
After Liang Han finished feeding the dog, he wrapped his cloak and returned to the house.
"Miss Chuzheng."
"Have you seen Qiu Ya?"
"It's in the yard." Liang Han said, "I called him, but he ignored me."
Chuzheng went out, and sure enough, he saw Qiu Ya in the yard.
The two bandits stood by and stomped their feet, probably because they were afraid that he would leave the yard and stay beside him.
Seeing Chuzheng coming over, the two of them walked a little farther wisely.
Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing?"
Qiu Ya raised her eyes, her eyes were sparkling, and she said crisply, "Build a snowman."
Chuzheng: "… "
Eat enough!
What kind of snowman do you build in winter.
What to do when it's cold!
"Aren't you cold?" Chu Zheng looked at his frozen red hands.
"It's not cold." Qiu Ya shook his head, he stretched out his hand to pull the zheng, and shook it gently: "Can we build a snowman?"
The hands were like ice cubes.
Being pulled by him, the cold air drilled straight into the cracks of the bones.
"Not good." Chuzheng pulled him up and wrapped the cloak around him tightly: "Go back to the house."
Qiu Ya's displeasure was written on her face: "I don't."
"… "
Is it because I am so good to him that he dares to reject him now
The little things are amazing!
"disobedient?"
Qiu Ya had a deep impression of this word. He pursed his lower lip aggrievedly, and his eyes were filled with mist for a moment. He lowered his head and whispered, "Be obedient, I am obedient."
"Go home."
Qiu Ya did not dare to refute any more.
Back in the house, Chu Zheng let him bake the fire first, and then went out and asked Liang Han to build a snowman in the yard.
Liang Han: "..."
What snowmen are the bandits building! ! !
After a stick of incense.
"Brother Liang, how do you build a snowman?"
"how could I know!"
Liang Han akimbo, watching Xue do nothing.
Looting is easier than building a snowman.
"Go, go to the village to find some children." Liang Han suddenly had an idea.
The bandits were all in awe.
The crowd dispersed and went to the village to catch a few children.
The children shivered with fright, and the adults warned them to stay away from here. I didn't expect that they would be caught here... It's terrible.
"Wow… "
"Why are you crying!"
The bandits were afraid of arguing with Chuzheng, a ferocious threat.
But it's useless, the tendency of children to cry louder and louder...
A group of bandits were a little helpless.
"Don't be afraid, as long as you do us a favor, these things are yours." Liang Han took the roast chicken and roast duck and tempted these children.
Attracted by the smell of roasted chicken and roasted duck, the crying stopped, and they all stared at them with teary eyes.
Liang Han sighed.
"You build a snowman in the yard, these are yours."
"…Really, really?"
"Of course, what did I lie to you about?"
Liang Han grinned.
But Liang Han's ferocious look made him even more terrifying when he laughed, and the children were so frightened that they backed away.
Liang Han coughed: "Let's work."
Children in the village have no toys.
On snowy days, the only toy is a snowman.
Several children worked together and quickly built the snowman.
A few bandits squatted by and watched, trying to learn how to make a snowman. What if Miss Chu Zheng asked them to make a snowman tomorrow.
This thing looks very simple.
Just roll a few balls and pile them up!
Liang Han distributed the roast chicken and duck to several children: "Okay, let's go back."
Several children stepped back, fear still lingering in their eyes. Seeing Liang Han and a few bandits looking at the snowman, the children looked at each other and ran away.
Running out of the yard very far, a few children stopped.
Each of them gets a whole roast chicken or duck, which is more unreal than a dream.
They took the things back, and the adults thought it was unreal, but the things were really in front of them, and they had to believe them.