There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Several people were startled by the suddenly louder voice. Even Yang Mingli inside heard it, and his heart skipped a beat.

None of them knew why, but they heard Mrs. Yang sneer and say:

"I said she kept asking Mingda where the land deeds at home were and what she was doing in those days. It turned out that she was thinking of escaping at that time."

The thoughts in his mind were connected together, and all the abnormalities that he had not understood in the past were now figured out.

She asked about the land deed, was often called out by the jailer for questioning, and told herself how pitiful her mother's family was.

At that time, she only thought that Mr. Zhu was afraid, so she talked too much, but she didn't think it was because of buying a house.

It's a pity that Mrs. Zhu has set up a plan for them here since then, but none of them have discovered what she is thinking in her mind!
Yang Pinqin thought about it over and over, but still couldn't figure out the key.

"But why is it so easy? The opponent didn't even look at it, so he signed the contract and gave the money so easily?"

Not to mention how the Zhu family went back and forth to sell the house, it is understandable that the opponent wanted to mess with them, so they paid the money after getting the property title deed, but even the government had a stamped document, so this It’s just incomprehensible.

Can't even the government follow Zhu's nonsense?

Besides, since the other party has already paid the money, why did it take so long to say that he wanted to take over the house and shop?
Mrs. Yang didn't even know how Zhu accomplished this.

"Could it be that someone who bribed the official family stamped the seal in the first place? I was afraid that we would find out, so I told the opponent that I had delayed it for a while. I wanted to pack up my things and run away early, but I didn't want to lose them halfway, so I moved them He hit himself in the foot with a stone."

Yang Pinqin thought of the most likely reason.

"That's true," Old Mrs. Yang recalled the past events, and really remembered that she had encountered Mr. Zhu secretly hiding things several times.

It seems that he is indeed planning to escape.

Several people buried their heads and thought for a long time, only feeling that although this matter could make sense, there was something wrong with it.

How could the other party so easily agree to this child's request to play house?

While Song Rutang was sorting out his thoughts, he heard an unusually excited voice from the system:

[Host, the system detected a dangerous situation a few days ago and enabled novice protection mode for you, blocking the memory of the real estate title deed in your opponent's mind. Now that the novice protection period has expired, please work harder and keep fighting! 】

Song Rutang: Why didn't you wait until I was dead before you told me?
Seeing the two people next to him who were still muttering about whether the opponent had laid a trap, Song Rutang felt guilty inexplicably.

Opening his mouth interrupted the two people's thoughts and prevented their thoughts from developing into more uncontrollable places. He smiled and said:

"Who knows, maybe the opponent is treating us like mice. Now we have to think about how to stabilize our family."

"Don't worry, let them panic for a few days and they will all go their own way. Don't worry about them. It's Tang Bao who is worried about you. Grandma is very worried."

Old Mrs. Yang looked at Song Rutang's face and sighed:
"It's winter, and it's snowing heavily. Your face is so red. Could it be that you have a fever?"

Song Rutang was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was leaning against Nuan Baobao.

When the body is warm, the face naturally becomes rosy, but compared with the people next to him who are pale from the cold, it is still a little obvious after all.

Touching his face, Song Rutang found an excuse and smiled:

"It's nothing. Tang'er is young, has a lot of fire, and is not very afraid of the cold."

Afraid of revealing her secrets by saying too much, Song Rutang quickly picked up the chili peppers next to her and said with a smile:
"Seeing that it's time to have lunch again, I'll go back and study how to breed this thing."

The two of them also had other things to attend to, so they let her go after a few more instructions.

*
After Yang Mingli listened to the whole story, the crutch in his hand failed to support him and fell to the ground. "Ouch, what's going on?"

As soon as Ms. Zhang walked in from outside, she saw Yang Mingli falling to the ground. She was a little panicked and hurriedly came over to help Yang Mingli up.

Yang Mingli looked in a daze and looked at Mrs. Zhang. His lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't say anything.

They kept it secret from themselves because they were afraid that they would not be able to think about it after they found out about it.

Yang Mingli struggled for a long time, wanting to say that he already knew, and told them not to hide it from him anymore, and they could just discuss it together if they had anything to do.

But they were afraid that speaking out would make them even more worried. They hesitated for a moment, and finally shook their heads:

"It's okay. I just looked at the tracery on the window and I wanted to come over and have a look. Unexpectedly, I lost my balance and fell down."

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it the same one I cut with you before? It's you!"

Madam Zhang didn't notice anything was wrong, so she picked up Yang Mingli and dragged him back to the bed step by step.

Yang Mingli couldn't bear it:

"Madam, madam, please drag me slower, my legs are a little painful."

"It only hurts. Let me see if you dare to move around next time. If one day I'm not in the house and you fall alone, let's see what you do."

Mrs. Zhang said this, but she was also very distressed. She dragged Yang Mingli to bed, poured him a glass of water, looked at the wound again, and saw that there was no blood, so she felt relieved.

Looking at the time, it seemed that it was time to take medicine again. Mrs. Zhang poked Yang Mingli's forehead, told him to be more honest, and said harshly:
"Wait, don't move. I'm going to make some medicine for you. If you fall again, no one will help you."

"I'll remember it, don't worry ma'am."

Yang Mingli laughed, and as soon as Mrs. Zhang left, he immediately got out of bed and rummaged through the bedside table.

After searching for a long time, I found a land deed.

This is the land I bought with the money I earned when I was doing business abroad. If I sell it when the snow stops, I might be able to make up some money.

Yang Mingli patted his head and sighed.

Why didn't you think of taking out the land deed when dividing the family property?At that time, I just thought that we were a family after all, so we could just talk about the separation, but I didn't expect that this matter would be revealed now.

He kept the land deed Haosheng, thinking that he would find an opportunity to confess that he already knew about this, and then take out the land deed to relieve the urgent need.

After planning this, I lay back on the bed and pretended nothing was wrong, closed my eyes and started thinking.

*
Song Rutang moved the flowerpot into the bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.

I quickly took off a few warm babies from my body, threw them into the mall and asked them to be recycled. I felt relieved that my body was no longer so warm.

Still too careless.

Song Rutang sighed softly, asked the servants to help move some flower pots, picked a pepper and started to raise seedlings.

I took out the seeds inside, picked some larger ones, put them one by one in the flower pots, covered them with soil, thought for a while, and moved the brazier in the house to the side of the chili pot.

Afraid that such planting would be too obvious, Song Rutang picked up some thin seeds, planted them in flower pots, and set up several control groups.

I marked the flower pot again, and then I went out with confidence.