The Liang family was eating, and Aunt Wang next door was also eating. But she couldn't swallow it.

Compared with the food of the Liang family, his own family is a little insufficient.

Obviously, there is no shortage of silver at home, and there are also vegetables (meat rou), but the dried vegetables (meat rou) are all wilted, and the taste is really worse than that of the Liang family.

Aunt Wang only ate two bites and stopped eating, she was very unhappy in her heart.

After the meal, the Liang family picked up the table and washed the dishes, and then extinguished the lights after washing.

But Aunt Wang was lying on the kang, her eyes brighter than an oil lamp.

Fu Bao was lying next to Aunt Wang (身shēn), and she heard Aunt Wang muttering, "It's been almost half a year since you said these (Riri) sons, and someone used to send things every day or two, but in the past six months, sometimes they have been sent, sometimes they have not been sent, and there is no pattern." ”

Fu Bao sighed and did not respond.

She felt that her mother was so dissatisfied, this kind of thing was disgraceful after all, and if she didn't stop it in a hurry, she might have to poke out a big basket.

The villagers live next door, and there is only one wall between them and the Liang family.

In case this matter is known to the Liang family after (Riri), even if everyone in the village spits on them, they can drown the two of them, but her mother never seems to have thought about the future (love qg), and her mother only has immediate benefits and losses in her eyes.

When she was approaching, Aunt Wang couldn't stand it anymore and nodded sleepily.

She said in her heart that picking up baskets is also a tiring job, since she tasted the sweetness, she has stayed up all night, but Bai (Riri) has no energy.

Usually they are awake at night and sleep during the day, and day and night are completely reversed. She yawned, then rubbed her eyelids and continued to stay up.

Suddenly, she heard some soft noises outside, and Aunt Wang suddenly became smart. She quickly got up, and then quietly walked out.

When Aunt Wang came out of the house, there was no one outside.

She looked left and right, and then saw that as many nights had been before, there was a small basket outside the wooden door of the Liang family's courtyard, and this small basket was covered with a ball of cloth.

She was overjoyed and hurriedly picked it up.

Oops, it's actually (quite tg) heavy, and it's indispensable to get a dozen or twenty pounds

Aunt Wang's eyes flashed, and then she looked left and right, and walked back with the basket like a thief.

She rushed into her small courtyard and was about to close the door when she was suddenly frightened

The person in front of him is tall and strong, five big and three thick, fat and dundun, very honest. And the snow-white skin of the one (身shēn) glows white in the light of the moon.

Right now, this person was trembling with anger, and a rough breath came out of her nose, and she grabbed Aunt Wang's arm

"Okay, taking advantage of others and taking advantage of addiction for more than a year, my mother intermittently sent these food, silver, cloth (meat rou) or something, all of them were picked up by you, you made it clear to me, you must not spare you, as for those that were stolen by you before, I tell you, how did you eat it in the first place, just give me how to spit it out"

Aunt Wang exploded, "What are you talking about, I don't understand, you let me go, I asked you to let go of me, didn't you hear?"

"Huh"

Dong Xinyuan snorted coldly.

She just looks honest and honest on the outside, but in fact, she is a natural black in her bones, and only in front of her eldest sister is she well-behaved like a little sparrow.

She grabbed the cloth from the basket and ripped it off. Aunt Wang sighed, and Deng Shi was stunned on the spot.

Money, meat, grain, eggs

Why, all the contents of this basket are stones

And on this stone, there is a small note pasted on it, and the font on it is square, round and fat, just like the wish of the person who writes.

Those who steal people and things are inferior to pigs and dogs, and so are livestock