Since Wang'er was beaten inexplicably, a sullen breath lingered in her heart.

If it weren't for Situ Ming's special instructions not to hit the important parts of his body, I'm afraid he would have to lie on the kang for ten days and half a month before he could walk on the ground. Rao is like this, and he has also been in bed for a few days.

Laicai is such a baby seedling in his life, and he is distressed to see Wang'er like this. But ask him how he became like this, and who he was beaten. He said that he didn't know, and he didn't dare to say the cause and effect, for fear that his father would know his idea of cockfighting and gambling.

A few of Wang'er's friends came to see him and asked him where the rooster was, but he pretended not to know, saying that he probably flew outside, and the boy was so unhappy.

Where did he suffer such grievances when he grew up, only he had the share of beating people, and no one else bullied him. In the past, if a kid didn't accept him, he took a group of boys to take revenge the next day. But now I don't know who I was beating, and I took a fake ingots to tease and insult him, thinking about it, I was even more depressed, and I didn't go out for several days.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away, and everyone is busy during this time.

Because Shijia Village belongs to the sub-fiefdom of Cheng'an Hou Mansion, farmers have to offer some seasonal fresh fruits, vegetables and even crops during the New Year's Festival. The wealthy family was also busy picking fresh fruits in the fruit groves on the mountain, in preparation for the sacrifice or moon worship in the Anhou Mansion during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Wang'er, why don't you get up yet, go to the forest with your father." His mother was calling him.

"Mother, I'm in pain, let me be quiet for a while, I won't go out, I can't walk." Wang'er said.

"Hey, little bunny, you still put me on the uncle, get out of here. I was beaten like this, and I don't even know who beat me, how did I give birth to such a stupid son of yours. Lai Cai scolded in the courtyard.

"If you don't know that you feel sorry for me, you know that silver is silver." Wang'er muttered to herself while grinding and putting on her shoes.

If he knew who he was beating, his father would definitely not give up when he came to wealth, and he couldn't say anything about peeling off the skin of that person. Didn't Shi Lengzi's son in Shijia Village beat Wang'er with two fists two years ago, Wang'er led people to beat Shi Lengzi's son's leg lame, not to mention, and almost moved Shi Lengzi's house to the empty house.

Shi was stunned and borrowed money on credit and went to the county government to complain about injustice, and when he came to the money, he was anxious to know that things were going to be big. I took out my pocket and begged people to go around to the yamen, but I couldn't get it.

After this, those who come to wealth will drip blood because of the little silver that has been scattered. First, he didn't say that his son was too stubborn, and second, he didn't regret what he did, but blamed everything on Shi Zhizi. He went to embarrass him every once in a while, especially when it came to the annual worship and tax payment.

Wang'er reluctantly went out with his father, and there were also people from his own family and hired workers, and the group walked to the fruit forest in the mountains with some picking tools.

Before leaving, his mother also told him to look at the broken fruit that had fallen on the ground and to pick it up and take it home secretly. Wang'er disdainfully thinks about who is rare and rotten fruit, and sees your son bring some good filial piety to you.

Coincidentally, in the afternoon, when they returned with a full load, they passed by the Shijia land. Situ Cheng and Mrs. Shi were picking peanuts, and the two were talking and laughing while working. When Wang'er heard Situ Ming's words, she always felt that the voice was very familiar, and suddenly remembered the scene when she was beaten.

Twelve or thirteen-year-olds are not yet in the period of voice change, so it does not sound like much difference between men and women. But Situ Cheng is not a local, so she speaks a little differently from everyone else.

Wang'er stepped forward and pulled his father's sleeve and said:

"Dad, the kid who badly injured the kid, I know his voice."

The ox cart that came to make the fruit was temporarily parked by the roadside,

shouted to Situ Ming:

"Hey, that peanut picker in the field, you come over to me."

Uncle Shi stopped the hoe that was shaving peanuts and turned around to see what was going on. Aunt Shi was also stunned, Situ Cheng secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good, and it was not possible to arrange that matter in a thousand ways.

Uncle Shi stepped forward and said with a smile:

"Take care of it, the fresh vegetables and agricultural materials that should be offered to our family in the Mid-Autumn Festival have been handed over a few days ago."

Lai Cai Dao:

"Really? What are you worshipping? ”

"Every year, my family worships peanuts and yellow corn."

Uncle Shi replied.

"How much has been enshrined this year?"

Laicai raised his head and looked at the sky.

"This year is the ...... of three stones of yellow corn with peanuts"

Uncle Shi was interrupted by Laicai before he could finish speaking.

"What? It's only three stones, and it's less than one-tenth of your harvest, looking at the master above, it's easy to deceive, are you like a perfunctory call for flowers? ”

Laicai glared at the two kings and eight mung beans and said.

Uncle Shi hurriedly explained:

"Small farmers don't dare, the peanuts planted by small farmers can only be harvested seven or eight stones a year, and they have to pay agricultural miscellaneous taxes after autumn. The whole family also relied on ......"

Laicai no longer paid attention to Uncle Shi, and said to the group of people behind him:

"This guy is very cunning, and he went to the Hou Mansion to offer a shortage of quantity, and collected a few baskets from his field."

So saying, a dozen or so people went down to the field and trampled the peanut seedlings that were still growing in the ground. provoked the peasants in the fields next to them to quietly look this way.

Situ stood up and shouted:

"Why did you people take away my peanuts?"

Wang'er shouted beside him:

"Dad, he led someone to beat me."

"This little brother is so unreasonable, I am a little peasant girl who rarely even steps out of the house on weekdays. Today, I had to go out to help my father and mother in the field like this, and besides, I have no grudge against you in the past, and I don't know you. Why do you spew blood and say I hit you? ”

Situ Cheng wore a big straw hat that covered half of her face.

Wang'er was stunned for a moment, is she a woman? I confessed that I was wrong, and I recognized it by my voice.

"I know your voice, not our locals." Wang'er said again.

"I'm not the only outsider here, how many people are doing business in the city?" Situ retorted.

"It doesn't matter if she's or not, since the eldest nephew said it's still wrong." A family who came to the house next to him made a fuss.

"It's okay, is the son of the chief housekeeper so easy to bully?" A few people bent down to carry peanuts, and a few people came up to make a gesture to beat the Shi family and Situ Ming.

"You can't move this peanut, aren't you afraid of losing the errand of Cheng'an Hou Mansion?" Situ Cheng said loudly.

Several people who were about to carry peanuts froze when they heard this, after all, they were hired by Laicai, and several people looked at Laicai.

"Who do you get paid from, what's the matter, you don't want your wages anymore, do you?" Come to the road of wealth.

"Don't forget, Laicai is not the head of Cheng'anhou Mansion. Don't think that people call him a person who is in charge of him, he is only in charge of Lin Zi's affairs. Don't you want to think about which master is enshrined in the farm under the Hou Mansion, and aren't you afraid of offending him? Situ Cheng said with a sneer.

The people who came to the rich saw that everyone stopped, thinking to themselves what this little girl was about, and she knew all these things. He is also a master who bullies the weak and fears the hard, but he refuses to admit it to the many peasants in this field.

It's okay to carry peanuts, but these people can't let them underestimate him, and say to a few juniors in his own family:

"This family is guilty of slander, give them a lesson and let them remember it for a long time."

With a wave of his hand, seven or eight half-year-old boys swarmed up.