Portable Space: The Divine Doctor, Little Farmer's Girl

Chapter 109 Go to my house
Chapter 109 Go to my house
It's just that when these things are piled up together, there are also a lot of them.

Yan Bozhang, Li Shi, Liu Qianhe, and Liu Qianqian couldn't help but twitched their mouths when they saw the pile of broken copper and iron piled up in the dam by the third family of Yan's family, especially Liu Qian and his father and daughter. .

There are so many broken coppers and rotten irons, and there is no bullock cart. Let's see how the members of the third house of Yan's family will get rid of them.

With no place to stay and so many belongings, Mrs. Zhong, Yan Shuqin, Yan Shuxue, and Yan Shuyun watched, feeling a little anxious for a while.

Seeing Zhong, Yan Shuxue, Yan Shuqin, and Yan Shuyun's mother and daughter worrying, Liu Qianhe felt very happy.

Liu Qianhe glanced at Yan Xiaosi again, seeing Yan Xiaosi standing there with his chin in his hands, not speaking, he felt even happier.

Wasn't it very arrogant just now, why don't you continue to be arrogant now.

"Shuqin's mother, it's not that I, the village chief, are cruel, but the Pocao Temple and the dam in front of the Pocao Temple belong to the entire Shaoyao Village. There is not enough drying ground at the moment, so we have to demolish the Pocao Temple and build a drying ground. , before it’s dark, you hurry up and leave with a few children and things.”

In front of so many villagers, I have to say a few beautiful words.

"Village Chief Liu, why have I never heard of it? The drying yards in our village are not enough."

Tian Dazhuang hurried over with his mother, Wang Shi, just in time to hear Liu Qianhe's sarcastic remarks, seeing that the belongings of the third house of the Yan family were piled up in the dam, Tian Dazhuang frowned and walked in front of Liu Qianhe.

"Last autumn, there were enough drying yards for drying grains and corn. This year, there is not enough. We need to demolish the temple and rebuild the drying yards."

"Tian Dazhuang, why are you talking to my father? You haven't regarded my father as the village chief yet."

Seeing Tian Dazhuang defending the third house of the Yan family, Liu Qianqian glared at him and spoke viciously.

"Master Yan's family is here. At the beginning, this grass temple was built with money from the Yan family, and the foundation belonged to the entire Shaoyao Village. Let Yan Xiaosi and the others live in vain for so many years. It is already very cheap for them. Master Yan, what do you say is not it?"

Liu Qianqian looked at Yan Bozhang questioningly as he spoke, hoping that Yan Bozhang would open his mouth to fix Tian Dazhuang.

Yan Bozhang glanced at Liu Qianqian, frowned immediately, and then glared at Liu Qianhe.

The warning eyes made Liu Qianhe take care of Liu Qianqian, a stupid woman.

The Yan family is a big family in Shaoyao Village. The old man used to be the magistrate of Xize County, and now he is the master of the county government. The Yan family must not bear the reputation of such a villain. He came to Liu Qianhe just to let Liu Qianhe came forward to expel the third house of the Yan family from this dilapidated grass temple without damaging the reputation of the Yan family.

Liu Qianhe has been the village chief for so many years, how could he not understand this point, and when he noticed Yan Bozhang's displeased gaze, his heart skipped a beat.

"Qianqian, shut up for me."

Suddenly being reprimanded by Liu Qianhe like this, Liu Qianqian looked puzzled, feeling that she had said nothing wrong, and stomped her feet angrily.

"Father, why are you attacking me? I didn't say anything wrong. This grass temple was originally built with the money of the Yan family. Master Yan wants to drive Yan Xiaosi and the others away, which is justified."

The surrounding villagers sighed.

It turns out that demolition of the dilapidated grass temple to build a drying yard was just a pretense, and it was the elder of the Yan family who wanted to expel the widow and orphan of the third bedroom of the Yan family from this dilapidated grass temple.

The villagers looked at Yan Bozhang and Mrs. Li couldn't help but become weird.

Mrs. Li didn't care, Yan Bozhang was working in the county government office, if this matter got to the county government office, it would have a great impact on his reputation and would not be conducive to his promotion.

"Liu, Qian, He."

Yan Bozhang was already furious, gnashing his teeth and shouting at Liu Qianhe.

Liu Qianhe's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand and slapped Liu Qianqian across the face.

Let Liu Qianqian stay again, say the wrong thing, and anger the Yan family, it's not as simple as getting a slap in the face.

Liu Qianqian didn't dare to disobey Liu Qianhe's intention, so she gave Yan Xiaosi a hard look, and left with tears in her eyes.

Yan Xiaosi shrugged innocently.

Liu Qianqian is afraid that the matter of being beaten is recorded on her again, it is really a scapegoat.

"Village Chief Liu, you see that we are all in the same village, so let Aunt Yan San, Qin'er, Xue'er, Yun'er and Xiao Si live in Pocao Temple for a while longer."

Knowing that the theory with Liu Qianhe would not yield any good results, Tian Dazhuang changed his tone and begged to discuss with Liu Qianhe.

"Leave this dilapidated grass temple, Village Chief Liu, tell Aunt Yan San, Qin Er, Xue Er, Yun Er and Xiao Si where to live."

Not giving Liu Qianhe a chance to humiliate Tian Dazhuang, Yan Xiaosi spoke directly.

"Brother Zhuang, don't worry about it. Even if you kneel down and beg him, he won't allow our family to stay in the Pocao Temple for one more day."

While speaking, Yan Xiaosi glanced at Yan Bozhang.

"Please go back and tell Mr. Yan that even if he drives us out of this ruined grass temple, our family will not go to the Yan family's mansion to ask him to take him in."

Then he looked back and said to Liu Qian: "Cun Chief Liu doesn't need to stay here so much. Our family will leave here within today, and we won't make things difficult for you."

Yan Xiaosi's last words were full of deep meaning, and anyone who understood a little would know that the Yan family was putting pressure on Liu Qianhe.

When Yan Bozhang heard these words, his face was blue and red.

What a mouthful.

Flicking his sleeves, he snorted coldly at Yan Xiaosi: "I hope you have the same backbone as your dead father."

After finishing speaking, she left angrily, Li Shi gave Yan Xiaosi a look, and followed.

The Yan family had all left, so Liu Qianhe naturally didn't want to stay, so he asked the villagers to point and follow them.

Soon, in front of the dilapidated grass temple, there were only three members of the Yan family, the mother and son of the Tian family, and a few villagers watching the excitement.

After the last few villagers who watched the fun left, Tian Dazhuang turned around Zhong, Yan Shuqin, Yan Shuxue, Yan Shuyun, and Yan Xiaosi with sympathetic eyes, and then said: "Aunt Yan, Qinmei, Xuemei, Yunmei, Xiaosi, if you have no place to go, you can stay at my house for a while, although my house is not spacious, it can at least provide shelter from the wind and rain."

Hearing what he said, Mrs. Wang hastily winked and interrupted.

"Da Zhuang, what nonsense are you talking about? Shuqin, Shuxue, and Shuyun are all big girls with yellow flowers who have not yet been betrothed to others. If you invite them to live in our house, isn't that ruining their reputation? Family is very important, this reputation is bad, how will they get married in the future."

Tian Dazhuang thought about it carefully, and felt that what his mother said seemed to make sense.

After deliberating for a while, he said, "Mother, how about I build a shed in our cornfield, and I sleep in that shed at night, so that I can guard the corn that is about to ripen in the field, and secondly, it won't affect my family. The reputations of Qinmei, Xuemei and Yunmei can kill two birds with one stone."

Wang frowned.

I was very angry with this stupid son.

"What kind of bad idea are you doing? There are many mosquitoes in the cornfield. Is it a place for people to sleep? Besides, how can I let my mother feel at ease when you sleep in the cornfield alone at night?"

"Mother, your son has thick skin and thick flesh, so I'm not afraid of mosquito bites."

Tian Dazhuang patted Wang Shi on his strong chest, then put an arm across Yan Xiaosi's shoulder, and said to Wang Shi: "Mother, if you don't mind me going to sleep in the cornfield alone, I will You can call Xiaosi."

(End of this chapter)