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   With a smiling voice, he said very heartbreaking words.

  Lu Jingzhi managed to drive an old lady crazy.

   No, more than one.

  She **** off a few more people.

   Several people\'s faces exploded.

  Lu Jingzhi felt refreshed.

  Qian Zhenzhu was about to say something, but when she remembered that this little lunatic really didn\'t understand human relations, she immediately shut up.

   Disdainful in my heart.

   No matter what, she is still a little girl.

  As soon as he heard that he could go home, Pidianpidian came back without even caring about packing up.

This is just great.

  The task given by my mother-in-law has been completed.

  Tricking the two of them back to the Jiang family will make it easier for them to be sent to the Zhang family.

  Zhou Ziyun took a step behind, Jiang Xiaohe, who was only three years old in his arms, grinned at Lu Jingzhi.

  She raised her hand and squeezed Jiang Xiaohe\'s face.

   Soft.

   is what a child should look like in Lu Jingzhi\'s memory.

  Zhou Ziyun raised her very well.

  In my memory, this fourth aunt often quarreled with Mrs. Jiang. She only gave birth to two girls, so it can be said that she did not poke old Mrs. Jiang\'s thunder.

  She is not as honest as Zhao Chunhan and Shen, and she is not as good at speaking as Qian Zhenzhu, but she suffers much less bullying. First, her fourth uncle is more protective of her, and second, her mother\'s family protects her shortcomings and often helps her out.

   "Don\'t you two have brains?" Zhou Ziyun opened his mouth and said something, "Your mother doesn\'t have brains, so do you two... come back and wait to be sold?"

   What she said was not unpleasant.

  However, Jiang Tanyue said softly, "Thank you Fourth Aunt, I won\'t go to the Zhang family."

  Zhou Ziyun was amazed, "Since we all know that my mother-in-law tricked you back this time to make it easier to sell you, you\'re still coming back? You\'re still bringing your sister?"

  Lu Jingzhi: "She can\'t beat me."

  Zhou Ziyun: "... If you dare to touch her, the old lady will lie on the ground and scold your eighth-generation ancestor."

   She was "fortunate" to be treated this way.

   Didn\'t chat any more because it\'s almost here.

  As soon as he approached Jiang\'s house, he heard crying for a while.

  The mournful sound of the trumpet went straight to the eardrums, making people feel excited from the tailbone.

   "That\'s... our house!" Qian Zhenzhu slapped her thigh and rushed in first, "What\'s wrong, this is it!"

very good.

  The people who had just watched a lively scene at the end of the village quickly overtook several people and merged into the crowd watching the excitement at the gate of Jiang\'s house.

  Lu Jing raised his eyebrows, "Mother should like such a lively scene very much."

  The house of Jiang’s family is old, and it is an adobe house.

  It is not as good as a brick house, but it is more than enough than the top, and it is much better than their leaky thatched hut.

  After entering the gate, there is a courtyard, facing the main room, and next to it is the main room.

  In this kind of house in the village, the head of the family lives in the main house.

  The Jiang family is no exception.

  Sanfang lived in the south room next to the entrance, but now it was divided up and became the residence of several grandchildren.

  There is a row in the east room, the elder one lives closer to the main room, the second child lives in the back, and the fourth child lives in the west room.

  The room next to the main house belongs to Jiang Jinxu.

  The kitchen is on the east side.

  The pigsty, chicken coop, and latrine are in the southwest corner, next to the gate.

  The Jiang family has no backyard.

   It should be said that only their magical broken thatched cottage, with its vast land and abundant resources, has a front and back yard.

  The front yard of Jiang’s house is big enough, no backyard is needed.

   But there are so many people, it seems crowded, and it is uncomfortable to turn around.

   Not to mention the juniors who are fourteen or fifteen years old and still sleep with their parents.

  Even if the yard is big enough to accommodate these individuals today, it is not enough.