The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

"understood."

Just as the old man was about to turn around and leave, Sheng Junwei suddenly spoke again: "Auntie, I heard that there is a river at the entrance of Nanping Village, but why didn't I see any trace of the river along the way?"

The old man's face suddenly froze, and the muscles on his right cheek seemed to twitch. His tone revealed an irritation that was difficult to conceal: "Nonsense! How could there be a river in our village! There is no river at all!"

Seeing this, Sheng Junwei quickly followed the other party's words and said, "Okay, if you don't have it, then don't have it. I'm just asking casually. Don't be angry."

The old man glanced at her with a sidelong glance, and there was a chill in his words: "Little girl, you should be more careful when you speak in the future. Too much talk will lead to mistakes. You can't get away with it so easily every time."

Soon, the two came to a seemingly simple thatched house.

Although it is called a thatched hut, it is actually quite large, covering an area of ​​about 70 to 80 square meters. It just has fallen into disrepair over the years and looks dilapidated.

The wooden door that served as the entrance was only barely hanging on the door frame and was not nearly as sturdy and secure as the one next door.

The old man suddenly put away his previous seriousness, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You can stay here for tonight."

Sheng Junwei stared at the crack in the door through which a faint light came, and responded softly, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old wooden door was slowly pushed open with a long creaking sound, and another kind-looking old woman walked out of the house and looked at the old man in confusion: "Aunt Qi, is this the guest who wants to stay at our house tonight?"

Aunt Qi's laughter was like a spring breeze blowing through the valley, warm and full of joy. She said cheerfully, "That's right, Daqiang's family, you must entertain them well, and don't let the girl think that the people in our village are not hospitable."

Her eyes were full of expectation and trust, as if she was adding bricks and tiles to the friendship between the two families.

The man from Daqiang's family stood straight, but his eyes seemed to be clouded by the years. He looked Sheng Junwei up and down, his eyes moving between her clothes and body, and finally resting on her pretty face, flashing a barely perceptible greedy light.

"Don't worry, Aunt Qi, I will take good care of her and let her feel the warmth of our village and be reluctant to leave this land."

There was an indescribable determination in his words.

When Aunt Qi heard this, the smile on her face deepened, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to dance. "Great, that puts my mind at ease."

She then gently pushed Sheng Junwei and said lovingly, "Go in, girl, go in boldly. The Daqiang family are all honest people. They will treat you well. Just treat it as your own home."

Sheng Junwei's figure was as light as a willow leaf swaying in the wind. In the blink of an eye, she had stepped into the door silently.

Although there was no light in the house, only a few rays of dim light coming through the cracks were enough to make people see clearly and feel every detail in the house.

Inside the main room, an unexpected scene came into view - three men of different ages, from three generations, sitting there quietly as if they were witnesses of time.

The moment Sheng Junwei walked in, their eyes all turned to her. It was a direct and slightly rough scrutiny.

The middle-aged man spoke first. He grinned, revealing a bit of simplicity, yet not without cunning: "Girl, there is a vacant room in my house. I will take you there. I guarantee it will be clean and comfortable."

Sheng Junwei raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and said with a bit of wit and evasion, "I'd better trouble you, auntie. After all, there are differences between men and women. I'm a woman, so I'd better be careful."

These words made the middle-aged man's face darken, and the atmosphere became subtly tense.

But the one from Daqiang's family said cheerfully, "Okay, okay, I'll take you there. This is nothing. Come this way. I'll find you the best room."

Sheng Junwei followed behind, secretly amazed in her heart. Although the thatched hut looked simple from the outside, the internal layout was well organized and the number of rooms was unexpected.

They passed through the main hall and walked deeper into the room. There were at least three rooms lined up in a row. This was only one side of the main hall. The layout on the opposite side must be similar.

As they walked, Sheng Junwei couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, the brother who just spoke should be your son, right? He seems quite kind."

These words made Daqiang pause. She suddenly turned around. Although her eyes were hazy, they were clearly black and white. She locked onto Sheng Junwei and spoke with a hint of vigilance, "What are you planning? Are you interested in my son?"

The questioning tone made people shudder.

Sheng Junwei did not answer directly, but asked: "Is the little boy at the door just now your grandson?"

This question seemed to touch the soft spot in Daqiang's heart. The alertness on her face was instantly replaced by kindness. "Oh, my good grandson, he is such an obedient child, and the treasure of our whole family."

Sheng Junwei's next question brought this brief warmth to an abrupt end, "Then... where is your daughter-in-law?"

Daqiang's smile froze like ice in the heat. He stared at Sheng Junwei coldly, with a warning in his voice, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about!"

Sheng Junwei shrugged and wisely chose to remain silent and said no more.

Not long after, Daqiang's family led her to a room and ordered in a cold voice: "This is it, you will stay here tonight."

Her strange eyes stared at Sheng Junwei again, as if she wanted to see through people's hearts and minds. "Remember, don't run around after dark, and don't open the door casually. Just make do with it tonight and leave early tomorrow morning."

After saying this, she turned and left without even stopping.

The layout of this thatched house is extremely simple, with each space separated only by curtains, and there is almost no sense of privacy.

Sheng Junwei glanced at the half-swaying curtain indifferently, turned around and stepped into the so-called "guest room".

Although also built with thatch, this room looks particularly shabby.

It is not a formal bedroom, but a space full of clutter.

There was no bed in the center of the room, only some dry straw casually spread in the corner, which served as a place to rest.

In addition, various farm tools were scattered around, making the place look messy.

Sheng Junwei looked around and her eyes were inadvertently attracted to a corner. It was an old book with a torn cover lying quietly among the straw, as if telling a forgotten story.

At the same time, in another corner of Nanping Village, another story is quietly unfolding...

Han Yue'er and her group of five were received by the host family, but because of limited accommodation conditions in the village, they were cleverly dispersed.

Pei Yu was planning to live in the same room with Han Yue'er, but he didn't expect Han Yue'er to take the initiative to propose to live with Gu Weiyi.