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Hearing this, Jiang San turned his head slightly, and seeing the blood on the ground, he couldn't help but hug Jiuli again. The men present looked away. This is really a seductive goblin. What kind of son is it to cling to his wife every day? ? ?

Jiuli held him tightly and waved her hand to signal.

"I'm glad you're okay. It's all our fault. We couldn't hold it down. I'm really sorry," the butcher apologized sincerely and politely, and wiped his hands before continuing.

"I'm Liu the butcher in this town. The Yu family often buys meat from me," the butcher introduced himself after recognizing Qing Yi behind him, and his heart finally settled down.

Those people in the Yu Mansion have never been easy to talk to.

Looking at the neatly arranged pieces of meat underneath, it is obvious that this is not a guard that ordinary people can have. Let’s observe a moment of silence for ourselves.

Qing Yi walked beside Jiuli and whispered a few words. Well, it was Qing Yi who rushed out to catch someone just now.

"It's just an accident, you don't have to take it to heart," Jiuli said, patting Jiang San on the shoulder, "Come down."

"Ah, this?" Liu the Butcher was stunned for a moment, but decided to give the Yu family a bigger discount, otherwise she would feel guilty.

Jiang San got down from Jiuli's arms, and when he saw so many people, he quickly hid behind Jiuli and stuck his head out to watch.

"The pigs have been killed. Take these away quickly." Butcher Liu pointed at the pork on the ground, his face stern and fierce. "Don't give me any less than what I deserve."

After walking some distance, Jiang San realized that what just happened seemed like an accident, but in fact it might not be an accident.

"Wife, was what happened just now man-made?" Jiang San tilted his head to look at Jiuli who was walking beside him. Her face was pale with fear and she looked very unwell as she pursed her lips.

"Guessed it? Our Jiang Jiang is so smart." Jiuli touched the back of Jiang San's head as a reward.

"What did I do to make them hate me so much?" Jiang San was a little confused, but his mind became clearer.

"It's not your fault, you're fine," Jiuli comforted.

"My dear wife," Jiang San hugged Jiuli in the corner, "You are so kind. We must live well in the future."

"Okay, but don't act like a spoiled child now. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the meat later," Jiuli pinched Jiang San's waist.

"What are you talking about, my wife, please stop teasing me," Jiang San got up from Jiuli's arms, "It should be the right time for us to go."

Jiuli, who was being pulled, had no intention of resisting, and only said to slow down. Qingyi looked at Qingnu with a stiff face, winking, when did the master become like this?

Qingnu glared. How could she know?

A huge pot had been set up in the center of Taohua Village, and a group of men in coarse linen clothes were busy working there nimbly. When they saw the two people coming, they just greeted them a few words.

The air is filled with the spicy and fragrant smell, which is the chili peppers and peppercorns that were just planted in Taohua Village this year.

"From a distance I thought it looked like you. It turned out to be you," Liu Si walked out from the group of men. "I remember you loved meatballs the most, so I saved them for you."

"Look, it's been a while since we last met. You might have forgotten me, right?" Liu Si couldn't help but sarcastically remarked when he saw Jiang San turned his head away and spoke with a puzzled look on his face.

"How could you not remember?" Jiang San looked at Jiuli for help, with surprise in his eyes. Doesn't Liu Si want this to happen?

But they spoke in a familiar and polite manner, as if they had never been separated and were still treating each other like brothers.

"Just remember. I thought you didn't want to recognize us poor brothers after you married a rich man." Liu Si smiled again and handed all the meatballs in his hand to Jiang San, "These are all for you."

"Then I won't be polite," Jiang San took the meatball, and the next moment it was taken over by Jiuli, "My dear wife, I can still hold this," with a gentle smile on his face.

"How can I let you take it? Just wait and eat it later." Jiuli stuffed it into her sleeve pocket and chuckled.

"Madam Yu is so good to you. I don't have such good luck," Liu Si looked at Jiuli with her watery eyes. There seemed to be something hidden in her eyes, and Jiang San saw it clearly.

His hand was secretly pinching Jiuli's waist.

"You got married? When did it happen? How come I didn't know?" Jiang San looked Liu Si up and down.

Only then did they realize that Liu Si was already dressed like a husband, with her hair tied up to reveal her full forehead, and long gold tassels on her ears, which made her look very bright.

But Liu Si's eyes looked haggard, and it was obvious that he was not living a happy life.

"I told you that you were sick those days," Jiuli held the hand that Jiang San extended and whispered in his ear.

"My dear wife, please don't do this next time," Jiang San seemed to be blaming her, but in fact he agreed with her. He had no friends here.

There was a flash of loneliness in his eyes. When he was young, he was always fed because of his good looks, which also caused the dissatisfaction of Jiang's mother. Anyone who dared to be nice to him would be scolded, and they stayed away from him afterwards.

Later, Liu Si appeared. He was as miserable as him. After being taken care of so much, he formed a habit with him. In fact, he didn't like eating meatballs.

Liu Si watched the two flirting with a gloomy look in his eyes.

When will Jiang San be able to live a better life than me?

"My wife and I have something else to do, so I'll leave first," Jiang San made up an excuse and left with Jiuli.

"Why did you run away? Aren't you your best friend?" Jiuli pinched the back of Jiang San's hand and smiled.

"I don't have any best friends. We just spend more time together. Actually, I don't like meatballs," Jiang San said in a low voice, "There are not many people I'm close to in the village."

"Then why don't you make two more friends?" Jiuli looked down at Jiang San who came over to talk to her, and moved uncomfortably.

"They won't be willing to make friends with me," Jiang San's eyes flashed, "even if they do, they don't have good intentions."

"Don't force yourself, you still have me," Jiuli gently rubbed Jiang San's head and felt his soft hair.

"Of course. I have a wife, and she will always treat me well, right?" Jiang San's words were full of confidence.

"If I don't treat you well, who can I treat well?" Jiuli smiled, "Okay, it's almost time to start, let's go over and eat, aren't you going to keep complaining?"

"Here I come," Jiang San threw all the things he had just thought of behind his mind, "If my wife hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten the important matter."

The village chief who was distributing the pig-killing dishes scooped two spoonfuls for Jiang Sanda, his face full of kindness, but in fact he was looking at it with greed.

Jiuli moved her feet and stood in front of Jiang San. Her fingertips seemed to accidentally touch the village chief's wrist. The village chief felt a pain in his hand and almost lost his grip on the spoon.

"Beating me, what are you standing there for?" The man standing behind Jiang San knocked on his bowl and handed it over. "Jiang Xiaosan is already married, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"