After the others left, Sun Simiao opened his eyes, and then sighed.

Can't figure it out!

Baoyu asked, "Little Ancestor, why don't you make a sound and let him stop?" 】

The person who came was Sun Simiao's third uncle Sun Zhishuang, and he rummaged through the money and tickets that Ma Dalan put on the surface.

If he found out Ma Dalan's real money, Sun Simiao couldn't really ignore it.

[He wants to leave, who can stop him? 】

At the risk of being an outcast, for what?

At this time, Sun Simiao really had to redefine his uncles and uncles.

I thought that a very honest person would do such a thing.

At this time, for what?

If Sun Simiao didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid Sun Zhishuang should have planned this matter for a long time.

As for whose idea it was, Sun Simiao didn't know, but it wasn't difficult to guess.

[Don't you tell your grandma? 】

Sun Simiao shook her head.

This is not for her right now.

And what is Sun Zhishuang's plan?

If he dared to steal money, he should have planned it, and Sun Simiao even thought that if he woke up at that time, the third uncle would strangle himself.

It's true!

She felt the murderous aura.

How ironic that his own relatives want to kill him.

waited for Ma Dalan and Sun Shenguo to come back, Sun Simiao didn't fall asleep, but in the end, he fell asleep, and the people in the courtyard got up before dawn.

"Go and hand over the public grain today, and you will honestly collect the remaining grain from your own land at home!"

Ma Dalan said to his sons and daughters-in-law.

There was no objection to this matter, and it should have been.

Sun Simiao kept looking at Sun Zhishuang's house, but unfortunately there was no movement, and her grandparents didn't seem to care.

The day was full of weirdness.

There is something even more weird, that is, the ancestors and grandchildren of the He family also proposed to leave on this day.

It's so sudden.

Didn't you say heal your legs?

Why is it that it hasn't been completely finished and left?

It's weird.

[Baoyu, is there something happening that I don't know about? 】

Sun Simiao rarely took the initiative to ask.

The answer given by Baoyu is no.

But Sun Simiao didn't believe it!

The little thing is very weird in many places in He Yiting's matter, and it would be strange if she believed it!

A small thing with a little calculation, and a chance to clean it up.

Old Man He said to Sun Simiao:

"Miaomiao, you can keep this, remember to go to see grandpa when you go to Kyoto in the future!"

The old man hung a jade gourd on Sun Simiao's neck, not giving her a chance to refuse at all, but He Yiting opened his mouth and didn't stop it.

It's weird!

It's still too weird!

Turning his head to look at He Yiting, who had beaten him last time, the two of them had not communicated anything except to show the old man's legs.

Touching the thing on her neck, Sun Simiao knew that it was a good jade, because Baoyu said that this jade was very special.

"This is for you, you remember to use it for the old man!"

Sun Simiao sent a bottle of medicine to He Yiting.

He Yiting touched the small glass bottle in his hand, and the texture on it, his eyes shrank sharply, but in the end he just nodded.

Baoyu said that she was too risky, but Sun Simiao knew that without He Yiting, this time would not have been so comfortable.

No matter how much she is a jerk, she won't really be invisible.

He chose to leave at this time, and there must have been something he had to leave.

And looking at the way they left, they knew that there must have been a major change in their family.

And this change made He Yiting and the old man have to suffer more difficult things.

I really didn't hold back my hand, and finally when He Yiting got in the car, he stuffed a lot of things in his pocket, and then ran back to the house.

He Yiting touched the small glass bottle full of bags in his pocket, and wanted to get out of the car to ask clearly, but he didn't dare after all.

"Don't regret it!"

Old Man He whispered to Sun Shenguo to take care, and the car drove away.

And Sun Simiao looked at the car in the distance, and was a little uncomfortable.

Hell knows what it's like.

Why is it uncomfortable?

Isn't it supposed to be happy?

Fortunately, this emotion disappeared when Ma Dalan said that he would take her with him to pay the public grain.

What's so much to do?

Now she has more important things to do, that is, to urge her father to make money to build a house.

Sun Simiao didn't know that it would take so long to meet again this time apart, so long that she almost forgot these things completely.

"I have a little donkey that I never ride

One day I rode to the market on a whim

I had a little leather whip in my hand, and I was proud in my heart

I don't know how to make a fuss, I fell into the mud."

Sun Simiao sat on the handlebar of the donkey cart with a wicker, humming this children's rhyme in her mouth.

Everyone else was infected by Sun Simiao, and they were all refreshed because of their drowsy appearance.

The morning mist convoy came to the gate of the grain station where Sun Simiao came.

I saw a long procession of carts, each with grain on it, and sacks stacked on it.

All kinds of shouts kept ringing out, and even if they came so early, they still slapped at the end of the line.

Behind him, there were also teams from other villages carrying flat poles or pushing them in small carts.

Sun Simiao stood on top of the grain and saw the man with the armband at the door of the grain station constantly shouting loudly, and the man with a towel around his neck accompanied by a smiling face.

Thinking that the system of paying public grain will not be abolished until the 21st century, and this phenomenon will continue for decades, Sun Simiao feels helpless.

I really don't know why those staff members think they are superior, this is obviously not a person here to weigh the food.

"It's still your Sunjia Village that counts, Lao Tzu came yesterday, and as a result, he slept here for x nights, and he was almost bitten to death by mosquitoes!"

The queue in front of Sunjia Village was a village in the lower reaches of the Yanzi River, and the village party secretary and accountant followed, but they didn't catch up yesterday afternoon, and the staff members took it at 7 p.m. and said they were off work.

They couldn't push the cart back again, for fear that they wouldn't be able to catch up the next day, so they had to spend the night here.

Thinking about that scene, Sun Simiao was helpless or helpless.

Although Baoyu has always said that mosquito legs are also meat, let her find a way to let everyone weigh it today, but what did she do as a child?

The merit value is really not easy to earn, or you won't lose your life or earn much.

At this time, the sun had just come up, it was not hot, and everyone was leaning next to the car and waiting.

And the accountant and Sun Shenquan all came to the front of the team to inquire about the situation.

Every year, when the public grain is paid, the staff is the key, and the most feared thing is that it is not easy to get on the line, and finally tell you that the grain is not qualified.

In a word, you have to go back and re-dry, and you have to toss again.

There have been a few unlucky tosses.

"What's the matter, this group of turtle grandsons, relying on eating public food, and taking the people seriously!"

Sun Dahai is not going well in the end, looking at the staff holding the triangular groove, there is a bad memory.

"Be quiet, those people are good at ear thieves!"

Sun Zhiwen pulled Sun Dahai's arm and told him not to speak, these personal dog-like things are very bad!

"Look, there's a fight ahead!"