"Grandma gave me pocket money, and I still have six or seven hundred coins on me." She carried a small basket to carry her things.
Da Yong seemed to have unloaded some burden, and he talked a little more than when he came back yesterday.
When they arrived at the entrance to Lingjia Village, they saw Lingyin and her daughter waiting for the carriage. There were six large jars in front of them, and Ling Xiao was sitting on the ground playing with foxtail grass.
The mother and daughter looked a little off.
"Mother, sister, Brother Dayong and Sister Lian'er are here." Ling Xiao was very happy to see them.
Qiao Lian'er stopped the carriage.
Da Yong immediately jumped down and helped them carry the jars up.
"Sister Lingyin, what's wrong with you all?" Qiao Lian'er asked.
“Lian’er, you don’t know, sigh, that Shi Zhenxiang—” Qiu Shi didn’t know whether to continue.
Da Yong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he wasn't completely dead?
Qiao Zhizhi: "What happened to that annoying hooligan idiot?"
"Alas, he's dead. His limbs were all broken, but somehow he drowned in the river and drifted downstream, where he got stuck between two rocks. A villager who went to work early in the fields found him. He was bloated from being in the water, and his face was pale and bluish-white. It was terrifying." Qiu said, suddenly shivering.
"The strange thing is how Shi Zhenxiang got to the riverbank. It's too bizarre. Some people say that a ghost carried him. When the water ghost saw that Shi Zhenxiang couldn't move and had no strength to resist, it specifically grabbed him to be its scapegoat."
"Mother, it's not that scary. Don't exaggerate. It'll frighten Lian'er and Zhizhi," Lingyin said.
Qiao Lian'er and Qiao Zhizhi said that they would like to hear more.
Lingyin just felt that this matter was too strange, and wondered if someone would suspect that it was done by the Ling family, which made her a little uneasy.
"It's strange, it's far from the river, how could he have died in the river so mysteriously?" Qiu said, shaking her head. "Let's not talk about that. People like Shi Zhenxiang deserved to die."
"His death saves our family a lot of trouble, preventing him from coming to our doorstep again." A hint of disgust appeared on Qiu's face.
"Sister Lingyin, don't overthink it. Nobody saw it. Who would suspect your Ling family? If anyone dares to say that, we'll sue them for slander and defamation." Qiao Lian'er saw Lingyin's worry.
"Whoever talks nonsense, my fists won't be polite," Da Yong said.
Because he was the one who did it.
Seeing how protective he was of his own, Lingyin felt a sweet warmth in her heart.
"I'm not afraid, it would be better if Shi Zhenxiang died."
"I wish he had died a more miserable death." Ling Xiao was very happy. From now on, no one would bother his sister anymore, and his sister could marry her future brother-in-law in peace.
Lingyin felt something strange in the middle of last night, as if Da Yong had come to her side, but she knew it was impossible. Maybe she just missed him too much.
I couldn't help but take another look at him.
But she saw that Da Yong had a calm and composed demeanor, and there seemed to be an indescribable aura about him that made her feel very at ease.
It's as if they would stand in front of her, clearing a path for her across the world.
Da Yong's gaze met hers quietly, carrying a hint of eagerness.
For a moment, Lingyin felt an urge to lean on his shoulder and throw herself into his arms.
Halfway through the journey, the carriage saw a procession of people in three different uniforms driving carriages and pushing carts towards the village by the roadside.
"Are they there to arrest someone?" Ling Xiao asked.
Qiao Lian'er suddenly realized that once these people arrived at her home, Ling Yin's family would have to hand over at least 70% of the money they had earned during this period.
The rule is 50%, but these people are robbers.
It wouldn't matter if it were someone else, but she couldn't bear to see Lingyin's family suffer.
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