I was divorced because I got pregnant during the lean years, so I went back to my parents’ home and

Oh, this class!

Fu Jichang had a problem: he loved to sleep in class. He was not sleepy at all, but he would start dozing off after the teacher had spoken only five sentences.

Last night, he couldn't sleep because of Heita's snoring, so he tried hard to recall the teacher's lecture. As soon as he remembered the teacher's tone, he felt a little sleepy.

He stood up, brushed off the garlic peels on his body, and walked into the yard with a swagger.

It was windy yesterday, but the weather is nice and sunny today.

The big pot in the yard has been set up and the dry firewood is burning vigorously.

"Young Master, is your foot okay?" Ma Haixia asked in surprise. He was limping yesterday.

"Something's wrong. It hurts!" Fu Jichang began to limp again.

He was ordered to come here from the provincial capital to secretly investigate the local disaster situation and the local food supply. He did not expect that the officials here protected each other and it was difficult to go deeper.

Because he was a secret agent, he was cheated by several county yamen runners, so he moved to Cishui Town.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived in Cishui Town, I found a woman hoarding food.

He took away all of Ji Xiaobei's food, thinking that she was colluding with the county officials.

I saw her on the road, looking very powerful and secretly hiding the intercepted knives. I was really curious, so I followed her.

I didn't expect that this woman was just an ordinary farm girl.

It doesn't matter where he lives, so he just settled down in Jijia Bay.

The big pot was bubbling with fragrance. Ming'er and Xiaoju were stir-frying around the pot.

Heita was chopping wood at the door, sweating profusely, while Ma Haixia was talking with spit flying everywhere.

"Look carefully before you chop. When you struck with the axe, you failed to chop the wood and made a big hole in the ground!"

"Mr. Ma, the axe you gave me is too blunt. The firewood is broken by smashing it, not by splitting it. Why don't you try it?" Heita said unhappily, holding the axe.

"As the saying goes, sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. Let's go sharpen the knife first. Let's go outside and sharpen the knife!" Ma Haixia pulled Heita and walked out.

Ji Xiaobei sat with his legs crossed in front of the door of the west wing, holding a burnt wooden stick in his hand, writing and drawing on the ground.

Fu Jichang limped over, tilted his head to look at it and said, "Boss Ji, you have a refined taste. You can even paint now. What is this painting?"

Fu Jichang tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, then said thoughtfully, "This is a broken piece of sack, the painting is really like it."

Ji Xiaobei raised his head, glared at him and said, "You have a rich imagination, and you said it very well, but don't say it next time, okay?"

After Ji Xiaobei finished speaking, he raised his foot and wiped the picture.

TND I originally wanted to draw a dragon robe. The picture was clearly in my mind, so why couldn’t I draw it?

Another person came to make things worse. The dragon robe was clearly holy and solemn, but how come it looked like a torn piece of sackcloth?

"No, Boss Ji, what are you drawing? Maybe I can help you!..." Fu Jichang didn't know what he said wrong and hurriedly chased after him.

"I want to draw a dragon robe. Have you seen it?" Ji Xiaobei said with a squint.

Fu Jichang nodded, then shook his head and said, "No, I can't draw!"

The two were arguing when they saw Xiaohua running in hurriedly.

"Big sister, it's bad. The Wang family doesn't allow Xiaoqi's family to live in the ancestral hall and has thrown all their things out..."

"What? It's not the Wang family's ancestral hall. Why can't I live here?" Ji Xiaobei threw the small wooden stick in his hand and ran out.

When Fu Jichang saw that there was something exciting to watch, he took a few quick steps and followed out.

Fortunately, people were in a hurry to get out and didn't notice his legs.

From a distance, I saw some people gathered on the east side of the village.

"Ms. Lin, your relatives don't live in your house. Why do you bring them to the ancestral hall? This ancestral hall belongs to the village, not yours." Erya's mother spit at Ms. Lin.

Lin knew that he was in the wrong, as the ancestral hall did belong to the village.

But she said firmly: "Ji Lizheng has agreed, so what? I will live here. If you have the guts, your family can come and live here too!"

Ever since the fight with Old Lady Ji last time, Lin's temper has become worse. With the support of her eldest daughter, her cowardly character has become much tougher.

"Everyone, listen to this. How can you be so shameless? You treat the village ancestral hall as your own house!"

The maids who were surrounding the place were all silent. Aunt Song had just looked for them, and they were going to work in Ji Xiaobei's fields, so they didn't want to offend their employer.

The ancestral hall is indeed in the village, but it is so shabby that you wouldn’t even want to live in it if you gave it to him for free.

Erya's mother also wanted to go, so she told Aunt Song. Aunt Song said that enough people had been found and asked her to ask Ji Xiaobei if he could add more people.

Erya's mother was jogging all the way to Ji Xiaobei's house, but unexpectedly she met Lin on the way.

Lin and her cousins ​​were cleaning the ancestral hall.

She talked to Lin about it, and Lin said that he had found the person and they could talk about it next time.

Lin didn't want to have too much contact with Erya's mother. After all, there were a lot of things going on at home. With so many strangers coming at once, Erya's mother had such a big mouth that all the good and bad things would come out.

That's why she rejected Erya's mother.

Unexpectedly, Erya's mother became anxious all of a sudden and said, "Lin, if you don't let me go, you can't live in the ancestral hall." The two started arguing.

"Mother Erya, please stop talking. There are people living in the ancestral hall and taking care of it. Otherwise, it might collapse if it rains this summer."

Aunt Song couldn't bear to watch it anymore and said.

Erya's mother was still upset about Song Laohei's fake corpse-pretending death, and she was so angry when she heard what Aunt Song said.

Song Laohei's wife is just like Lin, they are separated by a wall, and there are tables on both sides of the wall, huh!

Mrs. Lin has been a widow for so many years, she must be unable to bear the loneliness.

Old Black Song was bitten in the wasteland of the Ji family and was resting at home. Aunt Song not only did not blame the Ji family, but also rushed to recruit workers for the Ji family.

Oh my god! It makes me sick just thinking about it.

Erya's mother grinned to her ears and said sarcastically, "Old Black's wife, the Ji family has given you a lot of benefits, and they have coaxed you like a pug. The Ji family is in need of a man, so you won't give the man away, will you?"

The surrounding old women looked at each other, and two young wives blushed with embarrassment.

Ever since Ji Daniu left, Lin has been alone at home and has heard a lot of rumors, and she is most sensitive to this.

Hearing what Erya's mother said, she was so angry that her lips trembled. She pointed at Erya's mother and shouted, "Erya's mother, what nonsense are you talking about? Be careful not to have no children or grandchildren."

Aunt Song also understood what Erya's mother said. Aunt Song was not a pushover and her face suddenly turned dark.

TND, your skin is itching, right? Just wait and see how I’m going to deal with you!

She rushed out and kicked Erya's mother's leg...