Fast-wearing female supporting roles: the villain is pretending to be pitiful again

Chapter 212 Little Brother, He's Playing Good Again (37)

It was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old with dark skin and a slightly square face.

This is Fang Aihong, the daughter of the village chief Fang Dazhu.

Since Yun Miao returned to the village, she has been seeing that her nose is not a nose, and her eyes are not eyes.

Yun Miao didn't get used to her, instead she said, "Such kind of father and brother, are you willing to admit it, well then, I'll set up a line for you, you go and recognize them as godfathers and brothers. "

"It just so happens that they lack a daughter who is willing to sacrifice themselves so that they can be sent to the factory manager's stupid son as a wife and have children."

"Although your appearance is average, it is enough for a fool. Don't worry, people won't dislike you."

"You...?" Fang Aihong didn't expect her mouth to be so poisonous, so angry that she almost didn't go up and scratch her.

Village head Fang glared at his daughter fiercely: "Shut up! Hurry up and go back to me, at least there will be no distinction here."

Seeing her father losing his temper, Fang Aihong stomped her feet angrily, turned around and ran away angrily.

"Is there nothing to do? Still not going to work?"

After the shout of Village Chief Fang, the villagers stopped discussing and dispersed one after another.

Yun Miao tidied up, put on her straw hat, locked the courtyard door, and went to the field with Qi Mohan.

For the past few days, their task is to dig the ground.

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Xu Jianshe and Xu Xiaoxue, who had left, were walking silently on the gravel road in the countryside.

At this time, all the people in the village who should go to work have gone to work, and there are only a few idlers left, who are lazy under the guise of convenience.

When passing the grain drying field, Xu Xiaoxue caught a glimpse of a thin man lying on the back of the haystack with a piece of horsetail grass in his mouth, looking at the thin man with sly eyebrows and slack eyes, his eyes flashed.

"Okay, Xue'er, don't be upset, Dad will take care of the residence, and the village chief won't really ignore us."

Seeing her frown, Xu Jianshe thought she was still worried about not having a place to live, so he comforted her in a low voice.

Xu Xiaoxue changed her soft voice before, and said very angrily: "How could she do this?"

"Mom said there were two or three thousand savings in the family, but she took them all away."

"There are still so many tickets, it's fine if you don't take out any of them now, and even scolded Mom and Dad, this is too much!"

"Also, what my mother said is absolutely right. She is a weak girl living alone at the foot of the mountain. It is not safe at all."

"The fence is not very high, so I'm afraid that something will crawl into the house in the middle of the night. At that time, she will cry every day, and the ground will not work. No one can help her."

Xu Jianshe also had a headache, and sighed helplessly, "But she is very stubborn now, and she won't listen to anyone who tries to persuade her, and I can't help it."

Xu Xiaoxue patted him on the shoulder: "You are her own brother. After two days, she will calm down and calm down. If you try to persuade her, she will listen a little bit."

"It's not that I don't want to live in that earthen house that's about to collapse. I'm afraid what if it collapses in the middle of the night one day? Doesn't it mean that our family of four will have to be buried inside?"

"Okay, don't worry, I'll just listen to you." Of course Xu Jianshe didn't want to live in such a house, but there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of my sister's unfeelingness, and Xue'er's caring, I suddenly felt that the girl in front of me was even more precious.

"You are just too kind. She scolded you like that, and you still worry about her."

Xu Xiaoxue looked helpless: "What can I do? Even if I'm not her own sister, if I can take care of her, I should take care of her more. When she gets older, she will understand our intentions."

(End of this chapter)