The two of them got down the mountain much earlier than expected and reached the foot of the mountain before 8:30.
After going down the mountain, the firewood bag could no longer be kicked and had to be dragged along. The young carpenter volunteered to take over the firewood bag from Qiao Xuejun.
Qiao Xuejun refused: "Are you dragging the bag or is the bag dragging you? Next time, when I can use you."
The two had not walked far when a man came towards them. The man was also holding a bag and seemed to be going up the mountain to pick up something.
Qiao Xuejun immediately became alert.
Now that it was daylight, it didn't look like mad cow disease. But people also needed to be vigilant, after all, she and the carpenter now had a large bag of firewood.
"Second Uncle." The young carpenter called out first.
Second uncle?
According to the little carpenter's description, her second uncle was not an easy person to get along with. He occupied the little carpenter's tools and did not want to return them. He also wanted to kill a dog and eat its meat. He even drove the little carpenter out and did not let her go home for a night.
Qiao Xuejun stopped, still dragging the bag of firewood in one hand, and quietly took out her Swiss Army knife from the small leather bag on her waist with the other hand. The Swiss Army knife was only the size of a palm, and it would not be noticed if she held it quietly in the palm of her hand.
The man's face was very gloomy. He lowered his eyes to look at the big bag of firewood in Qiao Xuejun's hand, and then looked at the little wolf dog in the carpenter's hand. His eyes became fierce, and he immediately stepped forward and asked: "Where did you take the dog? You didn't go home for a night. Did you play wild?"
The carpenter immediately said, "What do you mean by family dog? I brought the dog back from Hanzhou, and the dog food I brought with me was not eaten up yet! You said that my dog ate your food, and you wanted to kill it, but failed. Now you still say it is your family dog! Do you still want to kill it?"
The second uncle Zhao Fulong immediately retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about? Your last name is Zhao, and you are a member of the Zhao family. Isn't this dog also a Zhao? It's also a member of the family. You didn't come home all night, so I came out to look for you, didn't I?"
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and looked at the bag of firewood again: "You are quite diligent. Your whole night was not in vain. At least you picked up such a big bag of firewood to take home."
Qiao Xuejun was stunned for a moment, and when she realized what was happening, she almost laughed out loud. Is this a blatant robbery?
The young carpenter didn't want anything, and was so anxious that he almost jumped up and down: "I didn't pick it up, the sister picked it up herself! It's none of my business, and it's even less yours!"
Of course Zhao Fulong knew about this. After all, he had been out for some time and occasionally ran into Qiao Yaomei going up the mountain to collect firewood.
But isn't this a coincidence? They just happened to see each other now, and Zhao Yaomei was mixed up with his niece. Qiao Yaomei was quite tall, but she was a woman after all, and women were timid and weak. Threatening her was a good opportunity to take advantage of her. After all, it was so hot, who would be willing to come out and pick up so much firewood for free? It just so happened that they didn't have enough firewood at home.
Not to mention, his niece is still here. She has no relatives or friends here, so she has no choice but to go back to her own home. If she doesn't help him, who else can she help? Can she still rely on Qiao Yaomei? Qiao Yaomei herself has no one to rely on!
Zhao Fulong raised his eyebrows and said, "She picked it up? She couldn't have stayed outside all night, right? How could she have picked up so much when she went out in the morning? You picked up what you picked up. You were out all night, and there were so many firewoods. Who else could it be if not you?"
As long as his niece cooperated and said that she picked it up, he could snatch it from Qiao Xuejun!
Zhao Fulong snorted coldly and asked the carpenter threateningly, "You can't steal things from your home and give them to an outsider just to get angry with your family."
As the sun rose higher, the temperature on the road in the small town at the foot of the mountain was no cooler than on the way up the mountain. After standing there for a while, Qiao Xuejun felt a headache from the heat.
Qiao Xuejun didn't want to watch his performance at all: "Go away."
She walked forward, dragging the bag of firewood.
Seeing that Qiao Xuejun was not giving him any face and was not scared by him, Zhao Fulong felt a little embarrassed and immediately reached out to pull the bag of firewood.
"ah!"
But Zhao Fulong's hand had not yet touched the bag. He had just reached out when he saw Qiao Xuejun turn around and poke at him with something reflective in her hand!
It's a knife!
Zhao Fulong screamed, and at that moment it was as if a key point had been opened up, and his hand withdrew as fast as if he had been electrocuted!
He was so frightened that he opened his mouth and wanted to continue shouting, but he was frightened by the cold light of the knife and could not make any sound.
That was a knife! The kind that can stab people! He just wanted to scare Qiao Xuejun and take advantage of her, but he didn't want to use a knife! He had nothing in his hand but a woven bag, and he didn't want to fight the knife head-on! That would kill people! He still had a son who hadn't grown up yet!
This was not the first time Qiao Xuejun had stabbed someone, and she had learned to remain calm. She did not take the knife back, but held it firmly in her hand, not afraid of Zhao Fulong seeing it: "I told you, this is mine."
Zhao Fulong took two deep breaths, nodded, and took two steps back: "It's yours, it's yours. I made a mistake... I made a mistake."
Qiao Xuejun sneered: "Coward."
I was scared like this.
Zhao Fulong didn't dare to refute and ran away in shame with the bag.
Watching Zhao Fulong running away, Qiao Xuejun put away the knife and put it back into the small leather bag.
"Let's go." She continued forward, dragging the bag of firewood.
The young carpenter next to him was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He followed Qiao Xuejun and quickly walked towards home.
It was exactly 9 o'clock when I arrived home. The sun was scorching the earth, and the temperature was 35 degrees, which was very hot.
Both Qiao Xuejun and the carpenter were sweating and their clothes were soaked.
Qiao Xuejun felt that it was indeed hotter than in the evening, and it was easier to bump into other people when going out. Because of mad cow disease, not many people chose to go out in the evening like Qiao Xuejun. If they wanted to go out to collect firewood or fetch water, they would choose the morning. Just now, Qiao Xuejun and his friends ran into someone who was going out to fetch water.
Qiao Xuejun opened the big iron gate. The young carpenter diligently dragged the bag of firewood into the house. After Qiao Xuejun came in, he closed the iron gate neatly.
Home!
The carpenter thought that this old house was indeed not as good as his uncle's. However, she could do a secondary renovation!
Reinforcing doors and windows is a piece of cake!
Qiao Xuejun dragged the firewood bag back to the room: "Come in. You should still be hungry?"
The carpenter followed with the dog: "Well, are you going to light a fire and cook? I can!"
In such a hot day, she can take turns guarding the stove with Boss Qiao!
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