Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

Chapter 84

"Come in and eat first." Old man Ding stood up with his sore knees, and pulled the bench towards Ding Xuewei: "Sit down."

After being tired for half a night and walking all day, not to mention her knees, Ding Xuewei even had pain in her femur.

Without reservation, she pulled the stool and sat down.

Compared to old man Ding's well-behaved sitting posture, Ding Xuewei can be said to have no posture at all. Not only are her shoulders slumped, but her back is also leaning against the wall.

With a twinkle in his eyes, old man Ding dragged the two little ones into the courtyard without saying anything.

The weather in December is the coldest anywhere.

Ding Xuewei and old man Ding sat side by side at the door with blank eyes, turning their hands over and over to absorb the heat from the not so vigorous flame in the brazier in front of them.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Ding Xuewei, who hadn't opened her mouth since letting the two children in to rest after dinner, suddenly spoke.

The voice was hoarse and indistinct: "Grandpa, you go in and have a rest."

Old man Ding turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the eldest granddaughter who was staring at Huo Miao for a moment.

"You go, after that, you keep watch during the day, and grandpa keeps watch at night."

Old man Ding didn't know if Pandi would come back, nor did he know when the news would have to wait.

A little bit, but he knows it.

For a while, neither he nor the children can let go.

"You're a girl, grandpa doesn't trust you to watch the night alone."

Ding Xuewei is not afraid of the night, but old man Ding is not at ease.

After thinking about it, she nodded and stood up.

The time passed day by day, the news was updated day after day, the incident about the fire went from confusing at the beginning to the truth at the end, and the people looking for Pandi went from being positive at the beginning to being negative at the end.

This day was the fifth day Pandi lost.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Li pulled Ding Xuewei to move her with love and reason.

With her head down and dark circles around her eyes, she murmured, "Grandma, I understand."

"It's good to understand, your grandfather is getting old, and his spirit is really bad these days!" Mrs. Li and her satisfaction with Ding Xuewei's attitude: "Pandi's child is very lucky and sensible, but if she wants to come back, she will have it." God will return!"

Li felt that it was easier to fool the granddaughter into not leading the old man to continue his unrealistic dreams than to say something himself.

She didn't know that when Pandi came back, she would turn into a sharp sword and hang straight above the heads of everyone in the Ding family.

Thinking that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Ding Xuewei went to persuade the old man.

Old man Ding took care of his age here, and after five days in a row, his whole body was exhausted. Seeing that the children in the big house had given up, he knew it already, and he staggered to his feet without saying anything.

After receiving the big bowl from Di, Ding Xuewei ate in silence. After the meal, the three siblings sat against the wall, looking up at the sky.

The fire that day was man-made by three women who had suffered so much.

A few months ago, mobs took the lives of three generations of men in their family. Afterwards, they who dared not leave Fucheng were raped by two hooligan fathers and sons in the same alley, and the infant child was beaten to death.

With nowhere to ask for help and no help from the neighbors to take care of them, they reported to the government with all their might.

Three generations of women entered the yamen with the determination to die, but when they came out, the three of them entered the house of a hooligan father and son.

Those two father and son were too eloquent, and what they did was obviously bad, but they packaged themselves as salvation.

I don't know what Master Tongzhi, who was handling the case, thought, actually let the father and son marry the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for two generations, and entrusted the widow and the lonely old woman to take care of them.

The prisoner became a husband, who could bear it? At that time, three generations of daughters-in-law of the family wanted to die, but the strange thing is that the three of them hit the wall, hanged themselves, and even committed suicide.

Thinking that this is the three people who were instructed by God, they gave up the idea of ​​suicide and started their great cause of revenge.

The father and son were not good people. Taking advantage of the neighbors leaving to avoid the disaster, they united with the gangster forces in the city to loot almost all the empty houses in the city, and with the doors and doors they pried open, the layout of the old woman was much simpler.

That day, the hooligan father and son were knocked down by Zhuangyuan Hong dug up by the two women in the family, and their necks were cut by the kitchen knife at home.

The dark moon and high wind gave the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law enough support, and the flames that attracted the officials lingered uncontrollably around.

The unexpected fire was very exciting. Not only did the magistrate who came in a hurry staggered and kowtowed to receive the boxed lunch, but it also allowed them to approach the fellow magistrate who sentenced them to the bad guys, killing him in one fell swoop.

The two biggest officials in Fucheng just died that night, and the people who pieced together the truth felt that the heavens were right and admired the intelligence of the young and old three daughters-in-law.

Only Ding Xuewei was afraid, afraid of the arrangement of fate.

In the novel, the prefect hanged himself early in the morning, and the prefect didn't last long.

If the damned person must die, then she and Anping are counting the days to live.

There are such things as getting off the carriage and stepping on the air, knocking your head on the shaft of the carriage when you lean back, and dying, what else can't be done by making up for it!
"Sister~"

Pandi's charming and eager voice came.

Ding Xuewei, who was thinking about how to teach Laidi and hide something for her, raised her hand and picked her ears.

"Elder Sister! Woooooo~~"

Seeing Pandi, who is the backbone, the fear that had been pent up for several days finally broke out.

She plunged into Ding Xuewei's arms like a firecracker, crying out of breath.

"Hope, hope, Pandi~~" Laidi couldn't believe it.

"Third Sister, Third Sister! You are finally back~" Anping wept with joy.

Laidi and Anping, who sat on both sides of Ding Xuewei, leaned towards Pandi, hugging Pandi tightly and crying with snot and small tears.

Just like that, Ding Xuewei, who was pressed against the wall by the third baby, still kept her gaze at a 45-degree angle, but now she didn't see the sky, but was facing the secretive gaze of an old man.

"Hello, Pandi's eldest sister, I am Jin Ruyu, Pandi's master."

The old man looks in his sixties and seventies, with long eyebrows and long beard, blessed and peaceful. He is dressed in coarse cotton and short brown, although old but very clean. He holds his beard in a calm and unrestrained posture, just like the old urchin in the sculpture of God... The master of the world in martial arts movies.

"What master?"

Ding Xuewei asked eagerly, with obvious fear in her voice, her eyes were still fixed on the old man, but her hands escaped from Pandi's shackles, grabbed the end of Pandi's hair, and forced Pandi to be so painful that she forgot to cry.

"I am a jade carving master. I am grateful for your sister's life-saving grace, so I accept her as an apprentice."

The old man answered for Pandi very considerately, the brow that Ding Xuewei raised indistinctly when he struck was like an illusion.

"I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well these days. I've been taking care of your sister. She didn't go home to report the news, which made you worry."

Ding Xuewei's round bright eyes spit out a few big words like you can fool me.

The corners of the old man's lips, which were already full of smiles, curved upwards a little bit.

With a curly beard, he pulled Anping up and grabbed the bench logically.

"It's also my fault that I was so smoky that my sister was so worried that she forgot to ventilate with you."

　Second update, ask for tickets...
　　
　
(End of this chapter)