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

The two women wrestled with each other.

None of the surrounding women dared to get close, for fear of getting hurt.

Lin was afraid that Aunt Song might cause someone to die. Erya's mother fainted all the time, and it would be troublesome if she was blamed.

Ji Xiaobei came over jogging.

"Stop, stop, stop fighting!" Ji Xiaobei rushed over, and with his strong arms, he picked up one person in each hand and separated the two men.

The two women were so angry that they lifted their feet off the ground and kicked around wildly, while they kept greeting each other's mothers.

Ji Xiaobei loosened his grip, and the two women fell to the ground with a plop.

Aunt Song never admits defeat in a fight. She ignored her sore butt and crawled over to grab Erya's mother's hair.

"Oh, my head is bald, help!" Erya's mother screamed to the sky, her crying voice shook the earth.

Ji Xiaobei: I haven't fought with Aunt Song for years, my skills have improved!

The ancestral hall for Ji Xiaobei was found by Ji Lizheng, and Ji Xiaobei didn't want to embarrass the Lizheng.

These two women in front of me cannot be hit or scolded.

Ji Xiaobei also became anxious, and he stretched out his hand and slapped the locust tree, which was as thick as his wrist, in half.

The sacrificed locust tree lay across the road in frustration: I have been growing healthily and well, what have I done to offend anyone?

Everyone fell silent, staring in shock as the bowl-thick tree trunk broke into two pieces.

Fu Jichang took a deep breath: My God, it really pays off to be big and strong. This woman killed three big men in a battle by herself, chopped down a tree with her bare hands, and sent it to the battlefield. A woman is worth five soldiers.

Erya's mother rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

Aunt Song immediately let go of her hand, stared at Ji Xiaobei's big hand in horror, and dodged back.

"Okay, we are all from the same village, let's talk it out nicely!" Ji Xiaobei said in a softened tone.

After all, this matter was caused by her family.

"Mother Erya, my cousin's mother is here. We have no place to stay at home. We'll let them stay in the ancestral hall for a few days. Once we have cleaned up the house, we'll let them move back home."

Erya's mother wiped her red face, swallowed her anger, and said timidly: "This is public property, not yours."

"Erya's mother, my family is looking for people to pick up stones in the fields. Each person will be paid 10 cents a day. You are old and your family is busy, so let Erya go!" said Ji Xiaobei.

Erya's mother's face suddenly turned from gloomy to bright, she grinned and asked with a bright look: "Really? Are you telling the truth?"

Ji Xiaobei nodded, then turned to the other women and said, "My dear aunts, my family is not occupying the ancestral hall for nothing. When I have free time, I will find someone to repair the ancestral hall and reinforce the roof. If the harvest is good next year and you invite the ancestral tablets in, my family will be the first to donate money."

Fu Jichang crossed his arms and said: "With this weather, how can the harvest be good next year? No one would believe it!"

None of the old women said a word. Last year, when the ancestral hall was being renovated, everyone in the village applauded.

However, as soon as Ji Lizheng mentioned taking money, everyone backed away and no one took any.

Since Ji Lizheng's family was not well off and his wife was strict, he did not dare to offer to be the first to take the money.

So, the matter was put on hold.

Since Ji Xiaobei said he wanted to repair the ancestral hall and also wanted to take the incense money, that would be a great thing.

"Xiaobei, the house is empty. You can fix it up and let your relatives live in it. I have no objection!"

"Yes, we have no objection!"

All the old women around said so.

"Erya's mother, if you have any other opinions, let's go to Ji Lizheng's house and talk!" Ji Xiaobei glanced at Ery's mother.

Erya's mother had her hair disheveled and her face flushed. She smiled with wrinkles all over her face: "Xiaobei, you did a good thing. What can I object to? I have to go home and cook. See you later!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something and turned back and said, "I'll let Erya have lunch and then I'll go!"

"Mom, please help my aunt clean up." Ji Xiaobei helped Lin.

Lin was still trapped in the slanderous words that Erya's mother had just said to her, unable to extricate herself, with tears in her eyes.

Over the years, Erya's mother has been gossiping about herself quite a lot.

Ji Xiaobei understands Lin very well. It is not easy to live alone with several children.

She whispered, "Mother, I will definitely avenge Erya's mother, but the time is not right yet."

Lin said hurriedly, "Why seek revenge? It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. We have so much land to farm and we want to open a tailoring workshop. It is better to have less trouble than more. Let's go and pack up the house."

Fu Jichang, Heita and other spectators hadn't even begun to feel what was going on when the battle came to an abrupt end. They felt so aggrieved.

The old woman in the village turned around and suddenly saw two strangers. There were very few strangers in the village, so she took two steps back in fear.

The dark, tall man as big as an ox stood in front like a wall, blocking out the sunlight.

The other man had broad shoulders and a thin waist, with well-proportioned features. Everyone was wondering what these two men did.

Ji Xiaobei came over and introduced with a smile: "Aunts, this is the youngest from my second cousin's family, and that one is the farmhand who feeds the livestock. The two of them sent my eldest cousin's mother over! She is Haixia's mother."

"Xiaobei, that must be your cousin Haixia's second uncle's house!" said an old woman in the village who was good at counting generations.

Ji Xiaobei immediately answered straightforwardly: "Yes, Xiaoyao and Haixia are cousins!"

The maids said: "No wonder, they look alike, fair and clean, both are good looking."

Fu Jichang: Should I call Ji Xiaobei cousin or cousin?

Heita: I am obviously a guard!

"Little cousin, take Heita and take a look inside. Is there anything you can help with?" Ji Xiaobei said with a smile.

Fu Jichang limped in.

The woman behind him said: "Oh, what a pity! He's a good child, but unfortunately he's crippled..."

Fu Jichang felt like a thousand horses were galloping through his heart. What were the looks on the faces of the village women?

Ji Xiaobei: I let you pretend, I let you pretend!

I was just watching the fun, he ran faster than a rabbit, do you think I'm blind? Humph!

The house was almost cleaned up. There were some rotten wood and a large, dilapidated water tank in the yard.

Ji Xiaobei moved Heita to the thatched hut in the corner.

Ji Xiaobei leaned against the pillar of the straw hut and watched Heita working hard. This black man was only eighteen or nineteen years old. He ate slowly and a lot, and he was really strong.

This big vat must weigh at least one or two hundred kilograms.

The huge vat was lifted up by Heita, and he walked towards the straw hut step by step.

"Come, put it here!" said Fu Jichang, who was giving orders blindly in the straw hut.

Heita put the big vat down from his shoulder, and before it touched the ground, the big vat suddenly broke into two pieces and shattered. With a plop, the two halves of the big vat fell to the ground.

The earth shook for a moment, and Ji Xiaobei was startled and leaned against the shed instinctively.

With a loud crash, the straw hut collapsed and Xiaoyao and Heita were buried alive.

Ji Xiaobei screamed and ran a long distance, thinking, "Oh my God, why is this straw hut so fragile?"

Looking back, Xiaoyao and Heita were lying on rotten grass with their heads raised, looking like terracotta warriors who had just been dug out.