Ai Qiaoqiao and Zhang Wu pulled the flatbed cart and left Yicaotang with the Lan family.

The proposal of the Night Death did make her heartbroken, but she didn't want to rely on someone else to survive.

It's better to ask for someone than to beg for it, she couldn't refute the face of the night in person, so she could only accept it and promised to consider this proposal when she went back.

As soon as she walked on her front foot, she summoned the wind and the rain to her side when she left the night.

"You go to Yicaotang and pick a few trustworthy people, and let them go to Xiaofang Village in Chuanziling to inquire about Ai Qiaoqiao's family."

Listening to the rain and the wind, they glanced at each other, and no one opened their mouths to ask questions, and both retreated.

When Ai Qiaoqiao returned to Xiaofang Village, it was getting late.

Ma scolded in the upper room, complaining that Ai Qiaoqiao had occupied a day's flatbed truck, as if their family had to use the flatbed truck to pull goods every day.

Ai Qiaoqiao knew in her heart that except when the farm was busy, the flatbed truck was dusted there, and no one would use it at all.

She let Ma scold in the house, and helped Lan back to the ear room first.

Luckily, she had brought some food from the Night, and on the way back, they were all full.

Ma didn't leave food for them at all.

As soon as Ai Qiaoqiao entered the ear room, she felt that something was wrong.

"Mother, have you moved the box in the morning?" Ai Qiaoqiao asked.

Lan was at a loss.

Ai Qiaoqiao opened the box and saw that the contents were piled up in a mess.

Her mother loves cleanliness the most, don't look at her mentally abnormal, but her habit of loving cleanliness has never changed.

Even if their mother and daughter's clothes were worn, she would wash them cleanly and fold them neatly, and never pile them up like this.

Ai Qiaoqiao rummaged through the box and saw that there was nothing missing inside.

"Mother, think about it carefully, when we left in the morning, did you really not touch the box?"

Lan Shi tilted his head sideways, thought for a long time, and nodded heavily, "No, that box only contains the clothes of the two of us, and I put your father's things in a rattan box under the bed......"

Before Lan's words fell, there was a subtle "click" sound outside the window.

It's like someone stepping on a dead branch on the ground.

There is a small pile of dry firewood piled up outside the ear room, and in order to make a fire, the Zhong family and the Qiu family usually carry firewood from this side to the kitchen.

But at this time, the fire in the kitchen had already been extinguished, and it was not a cold winter, so it was impossible for anyone to come and carry firewood.

Ai Qiaoqiao's ears stood up suddenly.

She didn't stop, and continued to say to the Lan family: "Mother, think about it again, did you really put away all your father's things?" ”

"Well, take it, you can rest assured." Lan nodded to himself.

Ai Qiaoqiao leaned against the wall, close to the window.

Faintly, she saw a dark shadow outside the window, although she couldn't really see it through the gap in the window paper.

She first served the Lan clan to rest, and then wrapped the half-money she earned in a cloth wrap.

She and Zhang Wu divided the money before they came back, but she didn't dare to mention it in front of the Lan family.

She put the stool on the table, and then stepped on the stool and used a stick to pick up the package containing the money to the top of the beam and hide it.

After doing all this, she slipped under the bed and pulled out a rattan crate.

It was the thing they had brought from home, and it was filled with valuable jewelry and valuables, but now it was empty, and the only thing in it was a set of knives left behind by her father.

Her father cherished this set of knives, but to ordinary people, they were nothing special, just sharper and more shaped.

There are only three knives in this set, which are divided into batch knives, chopping knives, and pre-batch and post-chopping knives.

Ai Qiaoqiao carefully pulled them out of the leather case of the protective gear, pointed the blade outward, and put them back into the rattan box, then fastened the lid of the box, and pushed the box back to its place under the bed again.

When she had done all this, she crept out of the house and smoked an arm-thick stick on the pyre outside the window.

She held it in her hand, tried to wave it, and felt that it was quite easy, so she took the stick back to the house.

Lan slept very deeply, but Ai Qiaoqiao's eyes were always open.

Other people's thirteen-year-old babies are still at the age of being coquettish in front of their parents, but she has to take on the responsibility of protecting her mother.

Ai Qiaoqiao did not feel aggrieved in this regard.

On the contrary, she and her pride.

Dad, you have a spirit in the sky, keep your eyes open and watch carefully, your daughter will never disgrace you!

After midnight, the faint sound of footsteps sounded outside the window.

Ai Qiaoqiao instantly became energetic, she pulled up the quilt and covered it all the way to her chin.

The door was gently pushed open.

In a small farm yard like this, there has never been a habit of locking the door at night.

Ai Qiaoqiao held her breath and lay motionless.

The door opened wider and wider, and the moonlight outside the door shone in, pulling a black shadow into the elder.

Ai Qiaoqiao clutched the wooden stick in her hand tightly under the quilt.

The dark shadow came to the bed, as if to check whether the person on the bed was sleeping.

Ai Qiaoqiao closed her eyes and forcibly held back the throbbing in her heart.

After a while, the shadow shifted and left.

Ai Qiaoqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she opened her eyes slightly, and saw the black shadow squatting down beside the bed, as if she was reaching something under the bed.

Ai Qiaoqiao sat up slowly, picked up the stick in his hand, and faced the person under the bed.

The man under the bed burrowed his whole head under the bed, tossed for a moment, and suddenly let out an exclamation.

The stick in Ai Qiaoqiao's hand smashed down instantly.

The first time, she hit the other party's back, the man snorted, and at first wanted to endure it, but the second time, Ai Qiaoqiao used all her strength, and only hit the other party and exhaled in pain.

"Don't fight, don't fight, it's my ......"

The other man stuck his head out from under the bed.

You don't need to look at your face, just listening to the voice Ai Qiaoqiao can tell that this person is her second aunt Zhong.

Ai Qiaoqiao was merciless with the stick in his hand, and smashed it directly into the other party's head.

"It's you who hit it."

Zhong's eyes were beaten.

Ai Qiaoqiao pulled out a cloth bag from under the pillow, directly covered Zhong's head, and after tightening the bag, he beckoned him with a random stick, and kept shouting, "Come on, catch the thief!" ”

Lan was awakened.

The nature of being a mother made her pounce to protect her child at the first time, and she didn't ask who the other party was, and directly pressed Zhong to the ground.

The stick in Ai Qiaoqiao's hand slashed his head and covered his face.

The noise in the ear room quickly woke up the people in the other houses in the courtyard.

Qiu Shi put on his clothes and probed out.

The lights in Ma's house were also on.

"What sound?" Ma Shi said unhappily, "I don't sleep in the middle of the night and howl and mourn." ”

Qiu Shi said uneasily, "It seems to be the voice of the third brother and sister's house, saying that it is a thief." ”

Old Man Ai also woke up at this time, "Tiancheng, let him go over and have a look." ”

Qiu had to go back to the house and call her man out.

Ai Tiancheng hurriedly dressed and went to the side of the ear room.

Inside the house, Ai Qiaoqiao and the Lan family were still beating the thieves on the ground, and when they saw Ai Tiancheng coming in, Ai Qiaoqiao quickly threw the stick and said with a crying voice: "Uncle, someone climbed into our mother's bed in the middle of the night, I'm so afraid." ”

Hearing this, Ai Tiancheng's face changed.

If it was just a thief, it would be easy to do, if someone really broke into the house of this lady at night...... If it spreads, the reputation of their old Ai family will not be good.

Ai Tiancheng grabbed the "thief" and waved his hand and punched him.

A woman's scream came from the cloth bag.

"Big brother...... Stop it...... Be...... It's me, it's me......"