The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl

After a while, Ying Bao heard everyone's exclamations.

My father and the others caught two big fish five or six feet long at once, causing everyone to scream in surprise.

Is this fish possessed by an evil spirit? Why is it rushing over here in a daze? a villager shouted.

Chen Yin spat: What a bastard! Didn't you see that Third Brother spread the bait?

Everyone: That's right! You are such a bad talker. It's almost the Chinese New Year, so don't talk nonsense there. Didn't you see the little fairy boy holding the show next to you?

The man touched the back of his head in embarrassment and said with a sneer: One moment I speak quickly, another moment I speak quickly, brothers, don't mind.

He bowed in the direction of Yingbao again: Xiaoxian... Yingbao, don't be angry, it's your uncle's bad mouth.

Yingbao pretended not to notice and urged Youyou to stand higher.

Standing high and looking into the distance, you can have a clear view of the surrounding river.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Sanlang spread another handful of bait along the water's edge, spreading it two feet away.

Then he said to everyone: Hurry up and wait by the water with your net to catch fish, otherwise they will swim back after eating the bait.

Okay! Upon hearing this, more than a dozen villagers immediately dispersed, holding nets and bamboo baskets to guard the bait. Two of them still held the iron fork in their hands.

After a while, water ripples appeared on the water surface, and several big fish swam over to eat the bait.

Everyone was screaming and screaming, copying fish and copying fish, and it was a mess.

The Jiang family members methodically caught two more big fish.

These two were not as big as the previous ones, but they still weighed about ten kilograms.

The villagers also gained something, and one person even caught an old turtle as big as a straw hat.

Hahaha! I caught one!

I also copied one.

Alas, mine is just a little bit worse...

Some people were happy and some were annoyed. They didn't care at all that their clothes and pants were soaked, and even their shoes were soaked in the cold water.

Two hours later, everyone had their own harvest, and they all caught two or three large and small fish.

The Jiang family caught the most, a total of sixteen big fish four to five feet long, and several herrings weighing more than ten kilograms.

Okay, let's go back.

Seeing that it was getting late, the mule would lose sight of Dao'er if he didn't go back.

Jiang Sanlang and others loaded the fish into the mule cart, and then took out the dry cotton clothes and shoes they had prepared in advance and put them on.

Last time we wore wet clothes and froze all the way back, so we all got cold sick when we got back, so this time they all brought spare cotton-padded clothes and shoes.

Other villagers brought nothing but still carried the fish back to the village with a smile.

Along the way, this group of people received countless envious looks.

Some passers-by also asked: Are you going to clean the fish pond?

What's the fish pond? We caught it in the river. The villagers said proudly.

Passers-by were surprised: Can we catch fish today? Tsk, tsk, can you sell this fish?

Brother Li Dayong refused loudly: If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it! We are preparing to use it for the New Year.

The passerby didn't give up and asked other people.

Several villagers gathered together and simply sold one piece each and kept one for their own consumption.

These few of them have not yet taken the turn to plant golden ears, and they are not well off. With these few hundred yuan of income, this year's New Year will be much better. At least they can go to Jishang to cut two kilograms of pork and mutton.

And there is also a big fish. In previous years, they would not be willing to buy such a big fish to eat.

On the way, I met several West Village villagers, and they were all envious.

When Jiang Sanlang and his team left with the big fish, several West Village villagers began to complain: Look at East Village, the days are getting better and better. If you look at our village, I really want to beat up Chen Changsheng. A meal.

What does it have to do with Chen Changsheng? Someone argued, The East Village is enjoying a good life now because there is a little fairy boy there to protect it. What does our village have?

Even if Chen Ergou is such a disaster, even gods can't stop him from committing suicide and causing harm to others.

That's right. Someone agreed, The Jiang family is quite prosperous. I was lucky enough to pick up a lucky little fairy boy. If I had picked it up, maybe we in West Village would also be lucky.

Tch! Stop talking nonsense, what a lucky little fairy boy, I think you are just suffering from delusional disorder. One person was disdainful.

Why are you talking nonsense? You haven't seen what Jiang Sanlang was like before. Look at him now. Not only did he build a big tile-roofed house on the south slope, but he also planted gold ears and sold them for a lot of money. The whole East Village followed him. Light.

That's right! It's said that the Jiang family planted some kind of cotton on the south slope. Oh, that's a good thing. It's light and warm inside a cotton-padded jacket. The key is that it doesn't poke anyone. Do you know who gave the cotton seeds? , it was given by the little fairy boy.

Everyone was silent.

Yes, who can come up with such seeds if not the Lucky Fairy Boy?

One person suddenly said: Hey, tell me, whose family lost that little fairy boy?

Who knows, maybe she slipped down from the Immortal Palace on her own...

Go away, the Third Holy Mother has a mortal mother. The little fairy boy must have crawled out of a mortal's belly.

Then who do you think her biological mother is? Why did she throw away this lucky little fairy boy?

Her mother is blind.

Then tell me, is her mother really the second daughter-in-law of Chen Laoshuan's family?

But pull her down. How could it be her? That woman is sinister and vicious. The eldest daughter of her family was beaten to death by her last time.

That's right! Is that kind of woman worthy of giving birth to a little fairy boy?

Hey, I heard that the second daughter-in-law of Chen Laoshuan's family was taken away for questioning by the government officials a while ago. It was said that she hired Chen Ergou to steal the child, but she was let back again for some reason.

Oh, you are really evil. Let's just think about it. That woman really dares to do it.

No.

So, that child is not from Chen Changping's family at all. Don't worry about it.

Several people were chatting with their sleeves, and suddenly saw Chen Laoshuan coming over, and they quickly poked each other.

Keep your voices down, Chen Laoshuan is here.

Okay, let's go.

The villagers of West Village were talking enthusiastically when they saw Chen Laoshuan staggering over, so they dispersed in a swarm.

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Jiang Sanlang and others returned home and divided the fish they caught. Each of the three brothers received five big fish.

The remaining smaller ones were handed over to Jiang Cheng as gifts to his in-law family.

Of course, there are also two left for the Zhang family.

Since Jiang Cheng and the Chu family were engaged, they had to give each other gifts on New Year's Day, and it would look good to send a few fish over.

Even on Dani's side, the man comes to give gifts, and Uncle Jiang's family also wants to give gifts in return.

Chun Niang sighed while scraping the fish scales: In the past, my family was poor and could not afford to walk. Now that we are rich, we still cannot afford to walk.

Jiang Sanlang: How do you say this?

You do the math. There will be gifts at Ershilipu, my parents' family will also give gifts, and my uncle's family and your uncle's family will have to prepare a gift.

Chun Niang sighed: In previous years, I saved as much as I could and shamelessly let it pass. Now you can look at it again.

Jiang Sanlang smiled and said: Just do your best, what can we do for that fat man?

That's what you say, but it's difficult to do it. Chun Niang had a headache just thinking about it.

There are several elders in her natal family alone, and each elder needs to prepare gifts. In addition, gifts for the younger members of the family cannot be accommodated in a mule cart.

Moreover, everyone in her mother's family knew that her life was getting better, and everyone's eyes were wide open. The gifts they brought back were a little more ordinary, and they heard a lot of overt and insidious jokes, saying that she was too high-minded after she became rich. I look down on my poor relatives from my natal family, who are so rich and still bring such gifts back.

Alas, it's not as good as before. At least they won't say anything about whatever I take back.

Without expectations, there is no resentment.