shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

Ge San's existence was just a troublemaker. Once he left, the people in the village felt a lot less worried.

While chatting, the two met Huzi. Before Jiang Zhimiao could react, Yang Shumei said hello.

"Huzi, where are you going?" she said while laughing.

He was stunned, raised his head slightly, and answered with a pale face: "Aunt Huaihua."

Yang Shumei shook her head and said, "Where are you going? It's so cold, why are you leaving the village at this time?"

Through the dim light from the horizon, the two of them saw that he was disheveled and disheveled. He could faintly smell a strange smell. He stared with a pair of empty and lifeless eyes, and blood was faintly visible between his chapped lips.

Yang Shumei was startled, scattering melon seeds all over the floor, and hurriedly took his arm and looked at him: "Huzi, what's wrong with you? Why are you so low-spirited?"

He pursed his lips, making his chapped lips moister, and gave a pale smile: "Auntie, I'm fine." When he finished speaking, his eyes flickered, and he lowered his head in shame.

It can be said that Yang Shumei makes friends with a lot of people on weekdays. Anyone with a discerning eye will know what is going on at a glance, but she rushes to step on people's sore spots. Isn't this short-sighted?
Jiang Zhimiao was so short-sighted that she was also drunk. She gave her a helpless look and said, "Auntie, if Brother Huzi has something to do, let him handle it. It's getting late. I'm afraid it's Osmanthus." They must be waiting anxiously at home."

Yang Shumei glanced at her blankly and said calmly: "That's right."

Jiang Zhimiao smiled, quickly pulled her in front of him, turned to Huzi and said, "Brother Huzi, I'm sorry, it's getting late today. Go early and come back early."

Huzi glanced at him blankly, nodded blankly, and then walked towards the outside of the village without looking back.

"Hey, why did you let him go? I haven't asked enough yet." Yang Shumei looked at Jiang Zhimiao in confusion and said angrily.

Jiang Zhimiao sighed helplessly: "Auntie, please be more careful. Brother Huzi has become like this, and you still keep asking questions. If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would have cut you off a long time ago. Can you still stand here well?"

If it were her who kept chattering like this over and over again, she wouldn't have the kindness to hold back from hurting her.

Yang Shumei paused while picking up the melon seeds, then said "Ah", opened her mouth wide, and said in a daze: "Didn't I say nothing? Didn't I also care about him? I mean well."

Seeing that the more she talked, the less confident she was, Jiang Zhimiao smiled and advised: "It's good to have good intentions, but you have to distinguish the right moment. In a situation like Brother Huzi's, it's better to put aside your good intentions. Otherwise, it's just good intentions." It can also turn into bad intentions.”

She squatted on the ground and thought for a while, as if she had connected with something. She scratched her head in annoyance, nodded suddenly and said: "I know, I know."

She was also confused by the lard. If she hadn't mentioned it, she really wouldn't have thought of this. She was nagging about Ge San earlier, but she forgot about it as soon as she turned around.
No matter how good Huzi is, he is just a child who has not yet married. His parents are in prison, and it is the New Year's Eve, and there is no one close to him to take care of him. How can he be disappointed?

When she thought of this, Yang Shumei's eyes lit up, and she secretly made up her mind to give him a girl with a big butt, good fertility, and a capable person.

Jiang Zhimiao didn't know what she was thinking in her heart. Seeing the annoyed look on her face, he thought she had regretted it, so he nodded happily.

In fact, if she knew that what she thought was completely different from what she said, she would be tempted to spit out her blood. He wasted so much time just to make her more attentive, and he was a bit of a keeper. This guy , I actually want to be a matchmaker, the step is too big.
Jiang Zhimiao slowed down, a trace of relief flashed across his face, and said with a warm smile: "Auntie, it's good if you understand." Yang Shumei nodded casually and rubbed the melon seeds he picked up on his coat. Finally, he slowly picked up one and started to chew it: "I know, I know."

The two chatted all the way, until Jiang Zhimiao arrived at the door of her house, she still chatted a few words with a look of reluctance. Seeing this, Jiang Zhimiao smiled palely, and then looked at her reluctantly without looking back. Entered the door.

After entering the courtyard gate, she slowed down her steps and observed Yang Shumei leaving through the crack in the door, and then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Aunt Shumei is also such a talkative person that she never stopped talking while talking, which really impressed her.

It is not unreasonable to say that Fang Huaihua and Yang Shumei can play together. After listening to this, Jiang Zhimiao was a little tired.

"Sister, sister, you are finally back." Minghuai hurriedly ran to Jiang Zhimiao, breathing heavily.

Jiang Zhimiao was stunned for a moment, with a trace of doubt on his face, and asked in confusion: "What happened?" She squatted up and wiped the sweat from his head, "What's wrong? Seeing how anxious you were, you were sweating all over. .”

Minghuai wiped the sweat on his forehead indiscriminately, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the courtyard: "Sister, hurry up, hurry up, come with me."

Jiang Zhimiao was pulled so hard that she almost fell to the ground. She steadied herself and followed him with a puzzled look on her face.

The snow in the courtyard had been swept and piled up at the door, and there were still some traces of water on the ground. Jiang Zhimiao was confused and was hurriedly pulled to the well.

When she first built the house, she specifically asked the workers to drill a well so that she could use water later. But what was there about the well that made Minghuai pull her over in such a hurry?

Jiang Zhimiao leaned over and looked down from the mouth of the well in confusion. It was so dark that she couldn't see anything. She was stunned and asked, "Minghuai, what's going on? There's nothing in this well?"

Seeing her making a sound, Minghuai stopped, put his index finger to his mouth, said "Shhh", looked around, and when he saw no one was around, he calmed down and said, "Sister, come with me." ."

Seeing his suspicious look, Jiang Zhimiao's doubts reached the extreme. He was so worried, could there be a snake in his house?Or a mouse?

She shuddered unconsciously when she thought of slippery molluscs. She was really afraid of snakes.

Jiang Zhimiao speculated wildly, but soon, all her guesses were dispelled by the wooden box in Minghuai's hand.

The dark brown mandarin duck-locked wooden box has some decay on the edges and is square. It looks like it has been around for a while.

She was stunned, her pupils shrank, and she pointed at the wooden box in his hand and said, "Here, where does this come from?"

But soon, her open mouth closed again. She frowned and looked at it again. Only then did she realize that the wooden box was surrounded by wet soil.

An idea suddenly appeared in Jiang Zhimiao's mind. She was stunned and asked: "Could it be dug out from here?" (End of Chapter)