Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Today, Qiao Jianer beat Song Ruier to death. One of his shoulders was drooping and his leg was limping, but he still did not change his bad behavior.

"I was just passing by. Don't try to throw dirty water on me. You should have a conscience." Song Ruier shouted.

Before the carriage came to a complete stop, Da Meng and Xiao Meng couldn't help but jump down and gave him a big kick.

Everyone was hungry, and Qiao Jianer didn't want to waste too much time on Song Ruier.

She gave Leliang and Acang some candies and a piece of cake each.

"Find a place to clean up."

The two children's eyes lit up.

Song Ruier had no strength left in her body and was easily dragged away by Le Liang and the others.

"Qiao Lian'er, you are biased. You are my sister, but you give candy to others and not to me." There was a hint of grievance in Song Rui'er's voice.

After all, he is still a child, and he is not completely heartless and has no desire for family affection.

So, when he saw Qiao Jianer being nice to other children, he was a little upset.

He just couldn't understand why, in Qiao Jian'er's eyes, he had only made the choice that was best for him. Why was it so wrong? So unforgivable.

He just wanted to make his life better. When people live in this world, they should consider themselves first.

The Qiao family members all had cold faces. They were very hungry, and Song Ruier really didn't gain any advantage, so they were too lazy to argue with him.

In the kitchen, Lu Shi and Qiao Zhizhi were beaming with joy when they saw everyone coming back, and they quickly placed the dishes on the table.

Holding hot bowls of rice and eating delicious dishes, those who had fought their way back from the Shura Field on the mountain, as well as those who had been worried just now, suddenly felt at ease and comfortable.

I was at home today and harvested half of the wheat in the fields.

That piece of wheat field was bought from a villager for twenty taels. It was four mu in size and the soil was relatively fertile. Because paddy fields were hard to find, they bought a better vegetable field to grow wheat for a living.

In previous years, the yield of this wheat field was only 150 kilograms per mu, excluding the damage caused by insect pests. This year, after using pesticides, the yield reached 200 kilograms per mu. So the harvest from such a large field can reach 800 kilograms.

We have harvested 400 kilograms and piled them in the yard. The rainy season is just a few days away, so we should take advantage of these few days to dry them out in the sun.

After dinner, the women sat in the yard and cleaned out the impurities from the wheat pile.

"The crops are a little fuller this year. It turns out those medicines were not in vain." Old Mrs. Qiao looked relieved.

"Wait until September and plant another season. Then we won't have to worry about pests anymore. If we can produce 300 kilograms per acre, we won't have to buy flour for the whole year."

There is still a great demand for noodles at home. Breakfast is mainly solved with noodles. A day's plan begins in the morning, so everyone eats a lot for breakfast.

The climate in the south is hot and spring comes early. Spring wheat can be planted in March and harvested around July. Winter wheat can be planted in September and another season of harvest can be harvested.

The men were digging a pit in the house next to the main house.

The main house is connected to two rooms, one of which is the bedroom of Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Man Qiao, and the other is used to store miscellaneous items.

Everyone, close the doors and windows and start digging.

In order to prevent the swords from getting damp and rusting when placed underground, people wrapped the swords with cloth and stuffed them with rice straw from previous years for insulation.

Old man Qiao felt that his family members were acting suspiciously in the utility room, so he went to push the door. However, the door was blocked by something and was a little difficult to open, so he shouted.

Da Meng came over, opened the door, and then closed it immediately.

Old Man Qiao saw the men digging a pit, and there were many shining swords placed next to them, about a dozen of them.

A large bucket of water was brought in. Qiao Jianer and Qiao Xiaomeng were washing some swords that were stained with blood.

Whether it was the blood or the cold light, it brought a huge shock to Old Man Qiao's heart.

He took a step back.

"What are you doing? Where did these swords come from? And all this blood?"

Suddenly he thought of something and his face changed, turning pale and blue.

"You guys didn't kill someone, did you? Are you planning to hide the body in your house?"

Everyone was amused by Old Man Qiao's words. He said, "Dad, if we hadn't encountered bandits, killing would have been inevitable. These swords and knives were looted from the bandits, and this blood also came from the bandits."

At the beginning of the fight, these swords were in the hands of the bandits. Later, when the bandits fell, the swords fell into their hands and they were used to kill many bandits.

They found that any weapon was easy to use.

The sword is light and swift, and the killing is neat and swift.

The hoe is heavy and powerful, and the iron rake has a toothed comb, which will damage wherever it hits your body.

Old man Qiao looked around to see that everything was tightly locked, and then he felt relieved.

He lowered his voice and said, "So, our family will keep these swords?"

Qiao Jianer: "Yes, Grandpa, it would be a shame not to bring back such a good thing."

"Besides, if you keep it here, it will be very useful in the future."

Old man Qiao finally understood why they dug a hole. This thing had to be hidden well.

He was a little nervous because there was a law that ordinary people were not allowed to privately possess weapons, and if they were discovered it would be a serious crime.

"Dad, don't worry. I won't take it out unless I have to. I'll use it to protect this family." said Qiao Laoer.

"But when we take it out, how will we explain it to others if they see us using swords?"

Qiao Jianer said, "Then say it was brought by those people."

It was not until she reached this era that she discovered that those who carried swords, whether legally or not, carried more than one sword on their bodies, and sometimes even carried multiple swords, so that when their sword was taken away, they could easily pull out another sword.

So this reason is completely reasonable.

"Okay, let's put it this way." Qiao Laosan nodded: "These swords are ours, and they are not ours. They are others', and they are not others'."

Everyone laughed, and Qiao Lao Er said, "Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about? You didn't drink tonight."

Everyone was busy until midnight, and the hole they dug was deep enough. In the end, all the swords were wrapped and put in, and then bricks were placed on top to surround it, and the soil was covered again and stepped on tightly.

At this moment, the other members of the Qiao family also knew that there were swords hidden in the house. They kept it to themselves and didn't say anything, but a sense of security filled their hearts.

The family was making more and more money, but without any weapons that could draw blood, it always felt like something was missing.

The next day, the burly man nicknamed Arm Bear was humming a song while setting up his stall. He was in a good mood.

All the people in the Qiao family have been cleared out, and no one will compete with him for customers in the future.

His sugar-roasted chestnuts are very filling. You can buy them at stall No. 8 instead of here.

Even if they were not killed, they would be terrified and would not dare to come to Yongguan County again.

Even if his customer flow starts to pick up, it's still the Qiao family who earns so much.

He just couldn't stand it. They were both setting up snack stalls, but why could others earn so much while he only made a few hundred coins a day?

unfair.

Bixiong wrapped the sugar-roasted chestnuts in oil paper and handed it to a customer. When he looked up, he saw a familiar carriage driving into Changqing Street.