peasant girl

Chapter 88, Into the courtyard in the dark (2 more

Hearing Zhao's voice, Zhu Xiaoyou wanted to run away instantly.

Zhu Zhaodi got up quickly and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Mrs. Zhao pushed Zhu Zhaodi away and walked towards her room.

Seeing that the door was still locked, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the door with the key in his shaking hand, and quickly closed it after entering the room.

Zhu Zhaodi was staggered by the push, and her eyes were red when she stood up straight, but she didn't say anything, she went into the room and lay down next to Zhu Hua'er.

Looking at the roof, tears fell silently.

She didn't know what other people's mothers looked like, but she was really different from Zhu Jinzhi's mother.

Stretching out her hand to touch her heart, she silently asked herself, what was she expecting?
What do you want?
Mrs. Zhao entered the house, took the key to open the cabinet, took out the money bag from the corner, looked at the money inside, it seemed that there was a lot of money, put it back quickly, and locked the cabinet again.

Sitting on the kang let out a breath, staring at the door in a daze.

Zhu Erlang came back, looked at the bucket at the door, was slightly surprised, but said nothing, carried the bucket into the yard, put it at the door, entered the house, saw Mrs. Zhao sitting on the kang in a daze, couldn't help asking, " Wen Niang, what's wrong with you?"

After hearing the words, Mrs. Zhao regained her senses, glanced at Zhu Erlang, said nothing, got up and went out of the house, brought hot water to take a bath, returned to the house, lay down and fell asleep.

"..."

Although Zhu Erlang was puzzled, he didn't ask any further questions. He went to fetch hot water, rinsed it casually, and went back to the yard to see Zhu Xiao standing under the eaves.

"?"

Zhu Erlang was silent.

Zhu Xiao looked at Zhu Erlang, but hesitated to speak.

Turn around and go back to the house.

After walking a few steps, Zhu Xiao still couldn't help it, walked up to Zhu Erlang, and whispered, "That surname Wu is not a good person, Zhu Mingguang is like him, be careful, don't let him touch our yard at night !"

"Little?" Zhu Erlang called softly.

"Don't believe it. If you don't believe it, you should watch it carefully tomorrow. This guy made a righteous rescue. In fact, he designed it himself. Ordinary people go out, who would bring so many servants, and it's rare for us to go there once." It’s just a coincidence that it’s in the town?” Zhu finished his novel, and when he heard the movement next door, he turned around and quickly went back to the house.

Zhu Erlang stood where he was, silent for a moment, and then returned to his room.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao was asleep, he didn't call her, but thought about Zhu Xiaoxiao's words silently.

There was a sound from the yard next door. He had done a lot of work today and was a little tired, so he simply blew on the oil lamp and lay down on the kang.

Somewhat drowsy, he fell asleep, thinking about Zhu Xiao's words again, and woke up with a start.

The night was already very deep.

Zhu Erlang thought, Zhu Xiao should be thinking too much...

But heard a slight noise.

Zhu Erlang sat up suddenly, got off the kang slowly, and lay down by the window. Under the night light, two black shadows slowly moved towards the three daughters' rooms.

Zhu Erlang wanted to rush out angrily.

"Brother Wu, take it easy!"

"I know!"

It was Zhu Mingguang's voice.

Zhu Erlang stood up straight, angry and angry, and wanted to rush out to beat Zhu Mingguang, fearing that he would make things worse and ruin Zhu Mingguang's future.

Sweep the things on the table all at once.Only a few thuds were heard.

"What's wrong?" Zhao asked in a daze.

"It's okay, I got up to urinate, and accidentally dropped something on the table!" Zhu Erlang said, but he heard hurried footsteps outside.

Slowly out of the yard.

"call!"

Zhu Erlang let out a breath.

I found Huozhezi to light the oil lamp, and habitually looked at the wall, the place where the magnifying knife was empty was empty.

"hiss!"

Zhu Erlang gasped in shock.

When he was sleeping, the big knife was still there.

Who, who stole the big knife?

After stumbling out of the house, they saw the light in Zhu Xiao's room.

Zhu Erlang immediately went to knock on the door.

Zhu Zhaodi opened the door, and on the kang, Zhu Xiao held a big knife in his hand and was slowly wiping it with a piece of clothing.

Like that, Zhu Erlang will never forget it for the rest of his life.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is a coldness.

He was sure that if Zhu Mingguang and the man surnamed Wu entered the house, Zhu Xiao would dare to chop it down with a knife.

"..." Zhu Erlang shook his body, swallowing nervously, "Xiao Xiao, this knife is very fast, you, be careful not to hurt yourself!"

He was even more puzzled, how did Zhu Xiao get into his room and secretly took out the pot without him noticing.

"Hurt yourself? I thought I told you that you can be relied on, but I didn't want you to sleep so deeply that you didn't even notice that I went into the house to take a knife. I can tolerate you ignoring our suffering, and I can tolerate Zhao's treatment of us. Turn a blind eye and steal our money, because you gave birth to me, I will bear it! But I can't bear it, someone wants to destroy our innocence, no matter who this person is, I want him to pay in blood!" Zhu Xiaoxiao said, looking up Looking at Zhu Erlang, he whispered coldly, "Wu and Zhu Mingguang dare to come in tonight, and I dare to let them come in standing upright and be carried out!"

As Zhu wrote, he threw the knife to the ground, making an ear-piercing sound.

"Take your knife and get out!"

"..."

Zhu Erlang said nothing.

But it's hard.

Slowly bent down, picked up the knife, and walked out of the house step by step.

As soon as he left the house, the door was closed.

He was merciless and didn't give him any chance to explain.

Then the lights went out too.

"..."

Zhu Erlang sat under the eaves with the knife in his arms, and turned his head to look at the big house.

From now on, the owner of the big house, whether they live or die, has nothing to do with him, if they are bullying them, he will not let them have a good time.

Zhu Mingguang and Wu Binghua were in the room, both trembling.

Almost, almost found out.

It's really dangerous.

"Brother Wu?" Zhu Mingguang called out in a low voice.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go back to town!" Wu Binghua said.

"Can……"

Zhu Mingguang panicked.

Wu Binghua calmed down slowly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "You keep the money, let's make another plan!"

Just let go, he is not reconciled.

He wants to plan step by step, not only to get the three sisters, but also to get the Zhao family.

It is more exciting when mother and daughter play together.

"Then I will go with Brother Wu tomorrow!"

"also!"

The two of them were in a panic and fell asleep tacitly.

The night passed, and the dawn came.

At daybreak, Zhu Xiaosan and the three sisters got up, rinsed their mouths with cold water, washed their faces, changed into clean clothes, took medicine, and then closed the door and went into the mountain.

Zhu Erlang looked at the closed door, chased out of the house, and watched the three small figures in the misty morning light, slowly going away and disappearing.

I just feel sore.

He wiped his face with his hand and went home.

Mrs. Zhao has already got up and is combing her hair. Seeing Zhu Erlang, she ignores him and goes about her own business.

Zhu Erlang slowly sat on the kang, "Wen Niang, do you find it interesting to live like this?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao looked back at Zhu Erlang.

There was still resentment in my heart, and I didn't want to talk to him.

"Wen Niang, do you think I've been lying to you, that the health of the three children is actually not as serious as I said?"

Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath, "Isn't it? How many children didn't come here like this? Why can other people's children live well, but they can't? It takes so much money to prescribe medicine for them? Are we rich? We are not, we are paupers!"

Zhao said, sobbing and crying aloud.

(End of this chapter)