Seeing his son's panicked appearance, Sun forced himself to cheer up.

"Bin'er, don't talk nonsense, we didn't harm her, she died of illness herself, looking for us to ask for her life."

"Don't be afraid, wait for my mother to burn some paper money for her in the yard."

Hearing Sun say this, Yang Wenbin calmed down a little.

"Mother, I'll go out to breathe."

After speaking, Yang Wenbin went out in despair.

Sun prepared the paper money and burned it in the courtyard while chattering.

"Don't come to us, blame your moneyless father and mother for selling you, since we bought you, your life is ours."

Jiang Lihua was visiting the neighbors with the pastries she bought in the town at this time.

People are social animals, and if you want to live in the village, you must have a good relationship with the people in the village, and if something happens, someone will help you.

Just after visiting the family, Jiang Lihua walked alone on the road and met a young man with a depressed expression.

Jiang Lihua took a closer look and found that the person was Yang Wenbin.

Yang Wenbin is seventeen years old this year, and like Ni Wenyu, he just passed the Xiucai exam this year.

As one of the two talents in the village, he is very proud.

It's just that Ni Wenyu is also a showman, but Ni Wenyu is four years younger than him, and he stole his limelight.

So he was very disliked for Ni Wenyu, and when the original owner was in the Yang family, he often heard Sun and Yang Wenbin cursing Ni Wenyu.

Yang Wenbin also noticed Jiang Lihua who was dressed up pretty opposite at this moment.

He always felt that she was very familiar, but he couldn't think of this person in his mind.

He thought he was personable and said: "Down here is Yang Xiucai from Lihua Village, I don't know who the girl is?" I've never seen a girl in Ewha Village. ”

Jiang Lihua smiled and said, "I am Ni Wenyu's cousin. ”

"My cousin is also Xiucai, he is only thirteen years old, do you know my cousin?"

It's really not going well, this dead girl must have deliberately said this to anger him.

Yang Wenbin turned around and left with a dark face, not planning to pay attention to Jiang Lihua.

Jiang Lihua didn't plan to let him go like this, she hurried to catch up.

"Yang Xiucai, Yang Xiucai."

"What? Anything else? ”

"This is the pastry that my cousin and I bought in town, it's very expensive, you must be reluctant to buy it and eat it, right?"

"Here, take some and eat it." As she spoke, Jiang Lihua took out the pastries in the basket and handed them to him.

Yang Wenbin can't wait to strangle this dead girl, when did he suffer such an insult?

He glared at Jiang Lihua fiercely: "Dead girl, hurry up with your pastries, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind to you." ”

Seeing that Aunt Li, who she had visited, was walking towards this side, Jiang Lihua rolled her eyes, leaned in front of Yang Wenbin, and said in a low voice: "You are just jealous that my cousin is better than you, right?" ”

Yang Wenbin's face was gloomy, and he suddenly stepped forward and raised his hand to slap Jiang Lihua.

It's just that before her hand touched Jiang Lihua, she covered her face and shouted: "Yang Xiucai, please don't beat me, forget if you don't eat pastries." ”

"Pear, what's wrong?" Aunt Li and the others hurriedly stepped forward when they heard the shout.

"Aunt Li, I met Yang Xiucai, and kindly sent him some pastries to take back to eat, but I didn't expect him to think that I looked down on him, so he wanted to beat me."

"Yang Xiucai, what do you mean? The pear girl is kind enough to give it to you, why don't you beat people if you don't want it? ”

"That's it, the pear girl sent us all pastries, why do you look down on you?"

Yang Wenbin didn't expect Jiang Lihua to calculate him.

"Aunt Li, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, I am a dignified talent, not you mud-legged people who can talk nonsense."

Hearing this, Aunt Li and the others looked pale and sneered, "In short, it's not right for you to hit someone." ”

Jiang Lihua relieved the siege and said: "Aunt Li, forget it, people are talented masters, can't we hide if we can't be provoked?" ”

As soon as she said this, Aunt Li and the others stopped following again.

"Xiucai can't just hit people."

"That's it, Pear, your cousin is also a Xiucai, and he has always respected our elders, unlike some people."

"That's right, Ni Xiucai is the youngest Xiucai in our village."

"Why is there such a big gap between people?"

Listening to a group of women gossiping, Yang Wenbin couldn't tell if he was reasonable.

"Dead girl, I'll clean you up sooner or later." He put down a cruel word and threw his sleeves away.

"Aunt Li, thank you, thank you for meeting you, otherwise it would have been ......" Jiang Lihua lowered her head and sobbed again.

"Oh, pears, you're fine, then the Yang family has always been unreasonable, stay away next time you meet the Yang family."

"The Yang family is not a good thing, poor Yang family's child daughter-in-law, she was sold to the Yang family at a young age."

"Don't say it, I haven't seen that girl go out for a few days."

"Xu was tortured and sick."

"Aunt Li, how did that girl get sold to the Yang family? Does she still have family? Jiang Lihua wanted to inquire about the news, but the original owner was too young when he was sold, and he didn't remember.

"I heard that the girl's father accidentally broke her leg and needed money for treatment, so she had no choice but to sell it."

"The girl's family is from the next village, and we don't have any contact, and we don't know if we have any family."

"I heard that the family came to look for her a few years ago, but they were stopped by the Yang family, saying that someone sold it to their family and they were not allowed to see it."

"Pear girl, what are you asking for?"

"I'm just curious, just ask, Aunt Li, you can take these pastries back and eat them, I'll go first."

Jiang Lihua stuffed the pastry into Li's hand and ran away.

Aunt Li and several women were left looking at each other.

A woman whispered, "Eh, have you noticed that the pear girl and Jiang Lihua look a little similar?" ”

Aunt Li said unhappily: "Where is it like?" The pear girl is lively and generous, and she is endearing;

Jiang Lihua kept her head down and didn't speak for a day, a dirty stuffy gourd, which didn't look like a pear girl at all. ”

Another woman chimed in: "That's right, Aunt Li is right. ”

"Hehe, Aunt Li, how do you divide these pastries?"

"You can't do without you, look at you like this."

As for Yang Wenbin, he was not in the mood to relax after meeting Jiang Lihua, so he went home with a black face.

Seeing her son's gloomy face, Yang's mother Sun asked, "Bin'er, what's wrong?" Who messed with you? ”

"It's not the new dead girl in the village."

"That distant cousin of the Dead Star? I heard that she has only been here for a few days, and she will live in our village in the future, what did she do to Bin'er? ”

"The dead girl was carrying a basket of pastries everywhere, and I was greeted by a dead girl, and the dead girl was ......."

"Aunt Yang, are you at home?"

Before Yang Wenbin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the voice of Widow Zhang outside the courtyard.

"At home, come in, what's wrong?"

Widow Zhang pushed the door in, "It's okay, there's nothing to do this cold day, I'll visit the door." ”

Sun beckoned, "Come into the house and sit on the fire." ”

"Yo, Yang Xiucai is also there?"