Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Uncle Deng has always been honest and loyal, and he rarely gets so flustered.

Shen Ningning blinked her big round eyes: "Uncle Deng, please speak slowly, what's wrong?"

She looked calm on the surface, but her little feet were whistling like the wind as she rushed toward the village.

 Did something happen to grandma?

Unexpectedly, Uncle Deng said: "Our home has been robbed!"

Shen Ningning suddenly frowned in confusion: "Were you robbed?"

“Yes, half of the firewood stored in my firewood shed was stolen.” Uncle Deng said, almost crying.

Shen Ningning's heart sank: "How could it be? Firewood is not easy to hide. There are people coming and going in the village. How could someone steal half the house's firewood without noticing it?"

 She stopped and listened to Uncle Deng tell him what happened.

It turned out that in the afternoon, three or four strangers with strange faces came to the village to visit the old village chief.

 They said they were here to buy excess cotton quilts.

 The old village chief had already sold it once, but he thought that by selling more, he could make another fortune.

So I asked Uncle Deng to lead two people to the back room to look at quilts and mink furs.

Taking advantage of this time, the remaining two people gathered around the old village chief and chatted about home affairs, very enthusiastically.

The old village chief was wary at first, but he saw that these people were well-dressed and did not look like bandits.

What's more, we are in a village now, and villagers are coming and going outside. Even if these people are really gangsters, they don't dare to cause trouble.

But this group of people spent a long time choosing. Either they disliked the quilt being too thin, or they thought the mink fur coat was too expensive.

 In short, nothing was bought in the end, and these people left in the carriage again.

 After they left, a while later, Uncle Deng went to the woodshed to get wood for a fire and prepare to cook.

　That’s when I discovered that half of the woodshed had been emptied!

 When Uncle Deng explained the reason to Shen Ningning, he happened to return to the old village chief's house.

 Many villagers have gathered around the house. The old villager has a head full of white hair and looks haggard and tired in the light of the lights.

 He just fainted once and kept covering his heart.

He murmured in his mouth: "It's over, it's over, most of the firewood is gone, how can the rest be enough?"

 “I can’t live through this disaster year, I can’t live through it…”

 The villagers expressed their condolences.

When Shen Ningning entered the room, everyone consciously kept silent and stepped aside to make way for the little guy.

Seeing Shen Ningning, the old village chief felt like he was seeing a savior.

He almost choked and said: "Ning Ning, how can this be done!"

Shen Ningning still remained calm: "Grandpa, village chief, don't worry. Wait until I ask clearly. If it doesn't work, just report it to the official. Those people can't go far."

As he spoke, the little guy looked at the surrounding villagers.

 “Have any of you seen what they look like?”

 The villagers looked at each other.

Sister-in-law Liu said in embarrassment: "It's evening, it doesn't matter if it's dark or not, I can just see the outline of it."

Some villagers followed up and said: "I did see them carrying things and going in and out."

“But I thought it was people from outside who came to buy things from the old village chief.”

"When I passed the door, I saw our village chief laughing with that man. How could I have thought that this was stealing!"

 Come here in the evening, before the lights are lit.

 The division of labor was even, with two people entangled Uncle Deng and two people guarding the old village chief.

 The accomplices outside are responsible for carrying it.

 Half a firewood house's worth of firewood would definitely not be transported by a horse-drawn carriage.

Shen Ningning just looked at the ruts outside the house and estimated that three carriages came back and forth.

Uncle Liu said in a serious voice: "Let's chase them along the tracks of the car. Are we afraid that we won't be able to catch them?"

 Everyone agreed.

 But Shen Ningning shook her head: "No, just walk another mile after leaving the village entrance and you will reach the official road."

"The ruts there are criss-crossed. If they are prepared, they will not let us find them easily." The old village chief wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Those pieces of wood were given to me by Ning Ning."

“It’s really hateful to let these thieves steal it!”

Shen Ningning said soothingly: "Don't worry, village chief, we will report to the official soon."

Upon hearing this, the old village chief could only shake his head silently and sigh, with a sad look on his face.

Everyone knows that once something like firewood is stolen, those people will store all the wood separately.

Even if I report to the official, what will happen?

There is no name written on the wood. How can you prove that it was the old village chief who lost it?

Shen Ningning's voice was soft and childlike, with a calmness that soothed people's hearts.

"It may take some time to investigate the case. There are too many people reporting to the government, and the government officials are too busy."

"But it doesn't matter. In the meantime, the village chief will use the emergency wood first."

 Previously, Shen Ningning reminded the villagers to find a place to store some wood for emergency use.

 It comes in handy now.

The old village chief suddenly woke up from his dream and hurriedly looked at Uncle Deng: "That's right, son, hurry up and call Hei Wazi to carry our firewood back."

 Uncle Deng paused and nodded.

Shen Ningning generously lent them his carriage.

 After handling the matter, the villagers went back to their homes, leaving only two men to accompany the old village chief to prevent him from thinking too much.

Shen Ningning returned to her village house. Langsi and several wolves came down the mountain at some point and were playing in the snow in the yard.

Grandma Qin heard the noise and walked slowly to the door with a cane.

"Ning Ning is back? What happened at the village chief's side? It's noisy. I want to go see your friend Mr. Jiang, but grandma is not allowed to go out."

Grandma Qin said with a smile.

Jiang Zhi is helping to wash vegetables and light the fire in the kitchen.

Hearing this, he raised his voice and shouted: "Grandma Qin, you can't run around now, be careful not to fall."

　　"I'll go find out what's going on as soon as I cook the food. Don't worry."

Shen Ningning smiled and patted the snow on her trouser legs, and walked into the yard with a round and cute face.

 She casually rubbed a handful of Lang Si who came over.

Talked to grandma: "Nothing's wrong, the firewood from the village chief's grandpa's house was stolen."

Grandma Qin was startled: "Are there any thieves in full view of everyone?"

 After all, Xiangyun Village is now famous for being backed by Langshan Mountain.

Let alone thieves, during the worst drought, we killed a vicious bandit once. Since then, no one has dared to come to Xiangyun Village to cause trouble.

Those who are on the road want to avoid it when they pass Langshan Mountain.

Shen Ningning took out a washed red fruit from the basket, opened her mouth and bit it in one bite.

Sweet juice flows down the tip of the tongue.

 She muttered: "It was probably an acquaintance who instigated the crime."

“That person must know the Deng family very well and know that there is only an old man and Uncle Deng in the family.”

 That’s why we were able to arrange for a few people to come over and pester the Deng family father and son respectively.

Since we chose dusk, we must know Xiangyun Village well.

The man knew that at this time, every household in the villagers was cooking, and even if people came and went, he was not afraid of attracting attention.

Whenever people ask, just explain that you come to the old village chief to buy things, which can dispel the suspicion of the villagers.

Grandma Qin looked serious: "The one who targeted the Deng family couldn't be the village chief's former wife, Wang Qiaoer, right?"

Shen Ningning finished eating the red fruit and smiled lightly.

“Then I don’t know.” Anyway, she didn’t tell the old village chief about her guess for the time being, for fear that he would faint again from anger.

 Shen Ningning and Jiang Zhi accompanied Grandma Qin to finish dinner.

It happened that the Black Wolf King also wandered down the mountain.

Shen Ningning had just sat on the back of the Black Wolf King and wanted to go back to the mountain, when she saw Sister-in-law Liu coming in a hurry.

“Ning Ning, what’s wrong, go to the village chief’s house and have a look. Their family is really in bad luck this time.”