Mu Yunhan listened quietly, this is a vendetta, take advantage of your illness and want your life.

And the style of the Zhou family seems to be that they don't want to give money at all, they just want to take the land for nothing.

When the woman stopped crying, she asked, "What's the matter with this Zhuangzi dead?" “

The woman said angrily: "One died of illness ten years ago, and the other one accidentally fell to his death while repairing a house three years ago." Who hasn't died in Zhuangzi? More people have died in his house than we do. “

Mu Yunhan asked again: "I heard that there are also some problems with the water source. “

The woman said: "We originally had our own canal, but it was dug up by someone, and my lord was seriously ill and couldn't reason with them, so he was choked seven inches." “

She suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly explained: "Of course, the ditch can be used after it is repaired, you look at it as a capable and blessed person, they will definitely not dare to mess with you." “

"Where's the road? If you build a new one, is there any place to fix it? “

This is the most important thing, in case the Song family's land is surrounded by other people's families and can't build roads, then this Zhuangzi is really not worth buying.

The man came in with the slaughtered chickens and said loudly: "Girl, I know this, our family has a piece of land that leads to the official road, and if you want to rebuild the road, you can repair it there, and you can save some distance than this road, but it costs a lot of money, and you are not cost-effective!" “

The woman glared at him fiercely, and he was shocked to lose his words, and lowered his head and stopped talking.

Mu Yunhan walked out with a smile and asked them to cook.

Hearing the woman's low voice, the man counted: "Stupid, if it weren't for the fact that you didn't take a good look at the son, and the son was lost, the master would not be so sick and bullied like this."

The master didn't blame you, let you do such an important thing, you can't even do this, let me ask you, Zhuangzi can't be sold, let the master die? “

The man was silent for a while, and suddenly began to cry quietly.

The woman scolded him in a low voice: "What are you crying about? You're just going to cry! The Zhou family, who killed a thousand knives, lacks virtue ......"

She herself began to cry, and suddenly she cried out, "What are you doing? Put the knife down and don't go out! Can you kill them? “

The man ran out with a shiny kitchen knife and ran out with a red face.

Mu Yunhan coughed, and Mu Jie gently subdued the person.

The woman cried and chased out, snatched the knife from the man's hand, and beat him in the chest: "There is no chance of a waste, even if you kill them, the master will only have a dead end!" “

Mu Yunhan asked Mu Jie to let go of his hand, and he didn't persuade him, just watching the couple fight like that.

No one persuaded her, and the woman soon couldn't cry anymore, let go of the man and stood up, wiped her tears and said, "Let the guests see the joke." “

Mu Yunhan was noncommittal.

Gou Yu'er and others who were guarding outside ran in and said, "A group of people have come to dig the road there, and all the roads have been dug up!" How are we going to get out later! “

Mu Yunhan looked at the couple with a smile.

The man's face was flushed, and he seemed to have something to say, but he was afraid of guilt, so he only looked at the woman.

"This group of people who kill a thousand knives!" The woman screamed and ran out, scolding, and getting more obscene and vicious curses from the other party.

Xiaomi couldn't stand it, and persuaded: "That's it, what are you arguing with them?" “

"How are you going to get out later?" The woman's grievances found a breakthrough, and she wiped her tears with red eyes.

Mu Yunhan said: "You don't have to worry about this, as long as it's not a sea of swords and fires outside, we can go out." “