After the Divorce,Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Yangliu village

taking advantage of the good weather, Xia Qianqian takes her family's bedding to the yard to dry, and two puppies circle around her feet.

Xia Dingfeng came to her with a sad face: "Qianqian, please help me to see what's wrong with my way of burning tiles. Today, I burned a number of tiles and was scolded by your second uncle."

"Oh? Let me hear what you say. "

Xia Qianqian sits in the yard, listening to Xia Dingfeng's talk about the process of burning tiles, and giving some advice from time to time. Two little black dogs were chasing around her.

After a while, Xia Dingfeng, who got the skill, hummed a little song and left. On the way back, he gave Xia Qianqian a broken book: "I stole it from your second uncle's room. I can't read. Can you help me see what it says?"

The book is very broken, and the corner is still stained with blood.

Xia Qianqian opened it and was surprised to find that it was an account book. The culture of the people who write is not high, the writing is ugly, and the way of recording is not standardized.

But the handwriting, very familiar!

This is the character of Xia Dingshan!

Xia Qianqian's eyes are wide open in shock, and she takes out a huge wave in her heart. How can my father's account book be in my second uncle's hands?

"Qianqian, what does it say?" Xia Dingfeng asked.

Xia Qianqian forced to blink, just barely control the mood. She pretended to be calm and said, "it's very complicated. There are some tile burning skills in it. I can't understand it for a moment. Leave the book and I'll let you know when I've done my research. "

"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow!"

Xia Dingfeng left happily.

Xia Qianqian with blood books, mood can no longer be calm.

She went back to the house and asked Qin Xue, "mother, does the old Xia family have an account book?"

"Except for your father, they don't know how to read. What's the account book?" Qin Xue said with a smile.

"How does my grandmother manage the accounts?" Xia Qian asked again.

Qin Xue said: "every time you sell tiles, your father will hand in all the money. Ask your grandmother for it when you have expenses at home. Your grandmother is smart, but she knows how to manage money. No one can get an extra cent from her. "

"Have you ever seen my father use the account books in private?"

"No. However, I heard your father say that he has a book that records the addresses of old customers from other places and some purchasing records. I can't see, I don't understand

Xia Qian took out the account book with blood from his sleeve: "Niang, is it this one?"

"I can't see clearly." Qin Xue shook her head, "where did you get the book?"

"The third uncle gave it to me. He said it was stolen from the second uncle's room. "

Qin xueshu's face changed: "in your second uncle's room?"

"Well, that's why I find it strange. After my father died, they wanted the tile burning technique. I've already written it down. Why do you leave an account book? "

Qin Xue also felt strange: "Qianqian, you have a good look, what's written on the account book."

"Good." Xia Qianqian closed the door and looked at the light under the window page by page.

In fact, this is not a real account book. It is more like Xia Dingshan's diary. The above figures are used to record the quantity of fixed tile and output tile, as well as some summary of his experience.

Most of them are related to business. After turning over two-thirds of them, Xia Qianqian saw a sentence: "the second younger brother is too selfish. I'm afraid his family will change."

Xia Qianqian panicked, continue to turn back, word by word look carefully, for fear of letting go of any clues.

She once again strongly realized that Xia Dingshan's death had something to do with Xia Dinghai!

Finally, she saw the messy handwriting on one of the pages: "brother, you want to kill me."