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

He had very long nails, a ferocious face, and an open mouth with bared teeth.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as baring fangs and claws.

Old Lady Qiao took two quick steps over, stood in front of Qiao Jianer, and then kicked Old Lady Song away.

"You damned old woman Song, you beat my granddaughter whenever you want. Your son has done so many evil things, and God will punish him accordingly. You still blame others instead of yourself for not teaching your son well?"

"Oh my God, what's wrong with this world? Why are they all targeting our Song family?" Old Mrs. Song cried sadly, and her mournful voice lingered in the air.

No one in the village paid any attention to her.

Bad people will never think that what they do is bad, nor do they think that they are bad people.

Only by giving them a punishment that breaks their bones can they feel pain.

To celebrate, Mrs. Qiao slaughtered another chicken to make soup.

Everyone enjoyed the meal very much, without any burden in their hearts. However, because of the pressure from Song Lao San, there was always a hidden worry, not knowing when that devil would come to cause trouble.

Now, all these hazes have been gently carried away by a gust of wind.

After dinner, Zhao Lizheng came to the door. He sat down and drank a sip of water.

"This time, due to the levy, a food crisis has occurred. The county government has summoned the headmen of each village to discuss the matter."

"I mentioned the plastic greenhouse, saying it could allow us to grow another crop of rice. County Magistrate Zhang was very happy and asked me to report on the progress every two weeks."

"I said it was the idea of ​​the girl who drew the bridge. Lord Zhang was very surprised and said that if it was effective, he should report it up the chain of command."

As he said this, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it solemnly to Qiao Jianer.

"Zhang County Magistrate said that from now on, letters to Miss Qiao will be sent to the county government office. If Miss Qiao wants to send a letter, she can just hand it over to the county government office. The county government office guarantees that confidentiality will be maintained."

Who would write a letter to her and send it to the county government? Qiao Lian'er thought about it and decided that it could be either Fang Hong or the two brothers of the Pei family. It made no difference who they were.

After Zhao Lizheng left, Qiao Jianer opened the letter.

It was written by Pei Zhujin. It contained only a few lines, asking about her recent situation. It ended with, "I've used two of the formations, both effective, defeating 70,000 enemies. The war is trending upwards. Please rest assured, Miss Qiao."

As long as it’s useful, Qiao Jianer has been worried about this matter and now he is relieved.

However, it was a bit boring for her to write to say hello.

Thinking of something, Qiao Jianer's expression changed. Isn't that what she needs Pei Zhujin's help?

She also wrote a letter with her inkstone, the gist of which was that she had some foreign materials on hand, and was afraid that they would be mistaken for strange skills, so she needed the help of the Hu people to negotiate and dispatch them.

She didn't know if Pei Zhujin could understand what she meant, but she couldn't write too much detail.

Let’s send it out first. At worst, we can meet and discuss it in detail.

The letter Pei Zhujin gave her was a complete letter in a beautifully sealed envelope, indicating that it had been delivered from one post station to another. Of course, the seal was also sealed with anti-tampering measures.

But she still felt that it would be safer to send it directly by pigeon.

She got on Dahong, said goodbye to her family, and took Xiao Meng with her.

I am familiar with the road to Yongguan County, and it is close, so there is nothing to worry about. However, Ning County is far away, more than 80 miles away.

And she had never been there before, so she had to bring someone who could fight.

When Qiao Zhizhi saw that she was not called, she pouted and said that it was time to go fishing.

Qiao Jianer leaned over and pulled her onto the horse.

Dahong is very strong and can carry the three children on his back without any burden.

"Ning County is far away, and there are more bandits than in Yongguan County. You'd better be careful." Old Mrs. Qiao warned from behind.

Passing by Qingshui Town, I bought Dahong by the way.

"This is the only Ferghana horse in my family. Girl, you've come to renew the lease several times. I know you value it and I thought you would buy it one day."

The boss counted the banknotes. Now the money was enough, but he was still a little reluctant.

After all, the Arabian horse is rare.

Qiao Jian'er was indeed a bit generous when she rented the Ferghana horse, but she believed that with her ability to make money, she would be able to buy it one day.

It would be better to use the best horses from the beginning. After all, we have to go back and forth to the county town, and people will feel much more comfortable if the horses are good.

"By the way, girl, there is something I want to remind you." The boss seemed to hesitate for a few times before making up his mind.

"Boss, you tell me."

"We don't produce Ferghana horses here. This horse actually came to my carriage and horse shop by chance."

"Two years ago, a woman came to my carriage and livery shop on a Ferghana horse. She said she was in urgent need of money and mortgaged the horse for 100 taels. If she didn't come to claim it within three months, the horse would become mine."

"I waited for three months, but the woman didn't show up. The horse became mine as agreed, but it was unruly and unruly at first. It took a long time to train it until it got used to this place."

"The fact that it adapted to you so quickly suggests a connection between you two. Or maybe it was just because I beat it up, and it's worn down its edge. But I have to say this: if that woman comes back, I don't know if the horse will recognize her."

If the horse tries to recognize its original owner by force and makes trouble, he will have to go back even if it lasts for one or two years, not to mention three months.

After he finished saying these words, he saw Qiao Jianer was silent, and Xiao Meng and Zhizhi also seemed unhappy.

"Girl, if this bothers you, I'll return the money to you and you can rent a horse as usual."

"Sickle, what should we do? Dahong is such a good cat. The original owner may not have forgotten it. If we really find it back, Dahong will run away as soon as she whistles. Then we will have spent so much money in vain." Xiao Meng said.

Qiao Zhizhi looked at Dahong, then at Qiao Jianer, and there was a struggle on her little face.

"For this, we need to ask Dahong's opinion." Qiao Lianer walked in front of Dahong and touched the top of Dahong's head.

Dahong also lowered her head obediently.

"Dahong, if your original owner comes looking for you, will you go with her?"

She found that there seemed to be a hint of sadness in Dahong's eyes, and her eyelashes blinked twice, which was heartbreaking to see.

It must be a sad thing for Dahong to be abandoned here by his owner.

The initial rebelliousness and desperate resistance were all for the sake of loyalty to the master.

But then, Dahong looked at Qiao Jianer with determination in his eyes.

It shook its head.

He also rubbed his head against Qiao Jianer's shoulder.

Smiles appeared on the faces of the three siblings.

"Great, Dahong recognizes us. We are the real masters of Dahong."

Everyone rode their horses and left happily.

This road had never been taken before, so everyone was paying close attention, watching for any bandits ambushing.

Fortunately, most of the journey was smooth.

When Dahong turned a corner, suddenly, a trip rope was pulled up in front of him.