The spring breeze is warm, and the dew slides down the slender blades of grass, reflecting the light of the morning light.

To the east, is Qingping Village.

A small road winds its way from Qingping Village, and at the end of the village, near the river, there are large fields of fields.

The fields are paved all the way to the river, and there is only one path left that can be crossed by ox carts, and most of the fields are made of rice, and the rice seedlings are green and lush, and they look particularly vibrant.

Villagers who got up early to work carried hoes and bamboo lou to the fields, shouting and greeting each other.

The shepherd boy grazing by the river laughed and chased the butterflies, and accidentally fell down and gnawed on the grass in his mouth, which made the women and girls who were washing clothes by the river laugh and laughed for a while.

Tang Shui'er came to the river with a wooden basin, and the vibrant and picturesque scene just now instantly cooled down.

The peasant woman who was washing the clothes was pale, but she didn't say much, she only sped up her movements and hurriedly thought about finishing the washing, and the girls didn't have a good face for Tang Shui'er, so she only heard:

"You say, why is there such a shameless person in our village, and he is still restless when he gets married, if you want me to say, he should dip in the pig cage."

"I don't want to think about it, just like her ghostly appearance, how can Brother Li Ange be able to look at something shameless."

One person said a word, Tang Shui'er's eyes hidden under the thick bangs were full of tears, but he stubbornly refused to fall, his thin yellow fingers pinched the edge of the barrel hard, and his nails were white.

Tang Shui'er sniffed, ignoring the disgusting gaze of others, and squatted down by the river to prepare for laundry.

A girl not far from her had a look of disgust in her eyes, picked up her water-soaked clothes and shook them in the direction of Tang Shui'er.

Cold droplets of water splashed Tang Shui'er's body all over his body, dripping down his hair and falling on the back of his hand.

"What kind of clothes are you washing here? I'm afraid you'll dirty the water in our village! ”

The sharp voice echoed by the river, and the rest of the people just looked at it coldly, and the spring breeze was gusting, but Tang Shui'er couldn't feel a trace of warmth, and shivered.

With a pale face, she picked up the basin and got up, but she didn't want to shake it, and plunged headlong into the river.

It happened so suddenly, everyone by the river didn't react for a while, and when they came back to their senses, they were all hesitating to save Tang Shui'er because of his bad reputation on weekdays.

In the field, a swarthy man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw a man struggling in the river, the water had already submerged his mouth and nose, and there was only one hand left.

He turned around and hurriedly shouted, "Da Zhuang! Big Strong! Did your daughter-in-law fall overboard! ”

When Da Zhuang heard this, he didn't care about anything else, dropped his hoe and ran to the river, jumped into the river, and swam in the direction of Tang Shui'er.