Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

When song qiuer and a mu return to the Chaifang, the memory of the original owner of the searcher in her mind finally reminds her of who uncle Qiu is.

Uncle Qiu and his wife agree that they are the most fair people in all the townships. However, most of the women he bought went to brothels, while almost all the men went to mines.

Where is the mine? Almost all the people who were sent to the mine could not survive for two years. There was sand and dust everywhere. Tuberculosis, a fatal disease in ancient times, was the most common in mines. If Qian sold amu to Uncle Qiu, it would be no different from sending amu to die.

What's more

Song qiuer thinks of Uncle Qiu's eyes just now. I'm afraid uncle Qiu is more interested in himself than selling amu.

Never be sold! Song qiuer's eyes flashed a glimmer, looking at the closed door, had an idea in mind.

In that chamber, Qian and uncle Qiu negotiated the price and how to take amu and song qiuer together. Then Shi ran opened the door.

But when Qian opened the door, he felt something was wrong.

Just now, the villagers who were watching outside the gate of the Song family had gradually dispersed, but suddenly there were some people standing outside the gate. The most important thing is that a respected elder of the village, song LiuYe, was sitting on the stump not far from the Song family.

On the side of the sixth master of the Song Dynasty, who is the one standing respectfully?

Seeing this scene, Qian's heart felt something was wrong. He yelled at Song qiuer: "you dead girl, what are you doing next to the sixth master? There's no need to quarrel with the quietness of the sixth master. "

But song qiuer didn't return to his side as timidly as Qian thought. Song qiuer looked at Qian and knelt down to song LiuYe with a plop.

"Sixth master, qiu'er, please make up your mind!" Song qiuer said with a cry.

At this time, the surrounding people who have been watching the crowd slowly gathered around again. The sixth master of song asked, "girl of Song family, you must let me come here for what?"

Song qiuer held up her head, her eyes shining with tears, and said stubbornly: "please let the sixth master make the decision. My parents left early. Originally, my aunt brought me up. Qiuer should read my aunt's kindness and think about how to repay her in the future, but she didn't want to sell me to a brothel!"

The villagers around were in an uproar.

It's true that Mr. Qiu is standing beside Qian, but Mr. Qiu is invited by Qian to sell amu. When did selling a man of unknown origin turn into selling song qiuer?

"Is there such a thing?" The sixth master of song looked at Qian and asked.

"This..." Qian hesitated for a long time and could not say a complete word. The sixth master of song knew that what song qiuer said was true.

It's enough to sell a man of unknown origin. Now the Qian family is the main seller of the Song family's daughter. The sixth master of the Song family immediately said angrily, "Dazhuang, how do you manage your daughter-in-law?"

Song Dazhuang is afraid that no one in the village doesn't know about his wife. At the moment, someone laughs at Song Dazhuang's appearance.

"Sixth master." But before Song qiuer finished, he knelt down on the ground and pointed to Qian's family and said, "my aunt has been treating me as a thorn in the flesh for so many years, beating and scolding me at will, and even letting me sleep in the pigsty of the Chaifang. Qiuer thinks that it's ok as long as she can bear it. Who wants her aunt to drive qiuer out of the house and ask sixth master to make the decision?"

Between the words, song qiuer tells Qian what he has done in recent years, and everyone is indignant.

"Sister-in-law of the Song family, how can you do that?" A man asked Qian.

"What Qiu er said is true?" The sixth master of song snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Qian and said, "how can the village tolerate you with such a vicious heart?"

Qian's face was blue and white for a while, and he could only lower his head and let him scold him.

Looking at Uncle Qiu, the sixth master of song was very angry: "if you don't send this man's teeth away soon, it's hard to sell qiu'er!"

As soon as the words were over, several men in the village came to Uncle Qiu and tried to pull him out of the village. Seeing that the situation was not right, uncle Qiu ran away quickly.

Qian was reprimanded by the public, repeatedly promised to treat song qiuer well in the future, but glancing at Song qiuer's eyes is more vicious.

"You're really good." After everyone left, Qian said to song qiuer with a sneer. Before Song qiuer could react, Qian grabbed the firewood and smashed it on song qiuer's face without saying a word!

Those firewood fires are full of protruding spikes. If they hit song qiuer's face without disfigurement, it is likely that song qiuer will be blinded by the firewood fire!

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, but a mu quickly blocked Qian's firewood with a piece of firewood. Two pieces of firewood collided in the air, making a huge noise.

"Good, good!" Qian was stopped by amu again, and his anger broke out after two days. Seeing that there was a bucket of water around him that was originally used to burn, Qian had no idea where he had the strength. He picked it up and poured it on the haystack where song qiuer was sleeping!

Song qiuer was surprised and watched Qian pour a piece of small world where she lived.

After Qian splashed the water, his anger finally calmed down: "if you are so capable, go out and set up your own house. Don't waste my food in my house."

If it wasn't for a place to live, song qiuer really didn't want to be angry. Looking at the hay, song qiuer was not angry.

"Go Qian said angrily, not at Song qiuer and amu, but at Song Dazhuang who had been watching for a long time. Qian takes song Dazhuang forward, no longer looks at Song qiuer and amu, turns and walks away.

Song Dazhuang looked at the hay wet by Qian's, hesitated, but did not dare to say anything, let Qian pull him away.

Song qiuer touched the bed made of the hay, sighed and said to amu, "it seems that we have no place to sleep at night."

Mu muddled looking at Song qiuer, suddenly came forward with his sleeve to wipe the piece of hay, in a moment he wet most of his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Song qiuer took a Mu's hand and said, "if you wipe it like this again, you not only have no place to sleep at night, but also have no clothes to wear."

Originally in a bad mood, looking at a Mu's action, song qiuer finds that he can still laugh.

"Dry up, sleep." Amu looked at Song qiuer seriously and said.

In a Mu's world, things are in a straight line. Since the hay is wet and can't sleep, it's dried.

Song qiuer rubbed a Mu's head and said with an indelible smile: "it's OK. We don't sleep here at night."