The next day, Qiao's family started the harvest and invited two people, one was Zhao Xiang, and the other was Aunt Wei's husband Zhao Daquan, with a salary of fifteen wen a day to take care of one meal.

As for the mangshua of the old mansion, they didn't manage it, and they couldn't manage it.

Qiao Guangfa took a group of people to the ground, and Qiao Mo'er took the little Liu Yi to cook at home.

Zhao Qiu'er came early in the morning with her mother Wu.

Wu is less than thirty years old this year, and the goose egg face has upright facial features, a few crow's feet are faintly visible, and there are some black freckles, although it is not very good-looking, but it gives people a very comfortable feeling, very gentle.

"Aunt Wu, just sit down, there are boiled salted peanuts and edamame here, if you are hungry, you can say, I will make egg cakes for you to eat."

Wu's belly has been four or five months old, slightly bulging, and is carefully supported by Zhao Qiu'er. Qiao Mo'er saw it and hurriedly greeted her, and asked Xiao Liuyi to move out the only chair in the house, and spread a soft cushion on it for the Wu family.

"I'm not that expensive." Wu couldn't cry or laugh, when she was pregnant with Qiu'er, she went to work in the field, and now her pregnancy became like a golden pimple.

"What Aunt Wu said."

Qiao Mo'er laughed, moved a small table over, and put some edamame and salted peanuts on the table.

Let Liu Yi accompany the Wu family to talk, Qiao Mo'er took Zhao Qiu'er to the vegetable garden behind, the cucumbers planted were already ready to eat, picked a few with flowers and burrs on the head, and went home and settled in the well.

This well is in the northwest corner of the courtyard, and it was dug with the school a few days ago, and it cost five taels of silver. When it was free, Qiao Mo'er went to the river to pick up some pebbles and spread them around, so that it would not turn into silt because of splashing water.

Turning around, she cooked some mung bean soup to relieve the heat, and also settled in the well, in this era when there was no air conditioning and refrigerator, Qiao Moer said that the heat was really difficult, and she couldn't wait to stay in the cool cellar.

But, that's not possible.

At noon, Qiao Mo'er took out a large piece of air-dried meat from the cellar, and went to the rice field to catch a few fish, preparing to make a potato stew, a braised pork, a sweet and sour fish, and then cook a fish soup, a cold cucumber, and then stir-fry a green vegetable.

It is made into large portions, and it is enough for seven or eight people.

Qiao Mo'er can't kill fish, but she refuses to let Wu do it, so Wu can only say that she will do it. happy

"I'll do it."

It's just that she just threw the fish on the stone slab and fainted, and before she could get off the knife, she heard a cool voice coming from behind her, a spirit, and the knife almost slashed on her hand.

When I turned around, I saw a white figure standing behind me, standing up and looking up, this person's handsome facial features made her a little familiar, it was the man in white who followed Mr. Kong that day, and said that he was a student of Mr. Kong...

"My name is Thousand Mountains."

Qianshan said lightly, and without waiting for Qiao Mo'er to react, she took the knife in her hand, squatted down by the well and picked up the fish scales, making the corners of Qiao Mo'er's mouth twitch, inexplicably even more.

Looking at Wu and Zhao Qiu'er, who were full of unknown faces, she could only shrug her shoulders, but she still stepped forward and asked Qianshan: "You are a student of Mr. Kong, why..."

"Mr. Kong asked me to help."

Qianshan blocked Qiao Mo'er's words, holding the kitchen knife in one hand and the fish in the other, frowning, and didn't cut off a few fish scales for a long time, after thinking about it, he simply threw the kitchen knife aside, pulled out the dagger on his waist, and replaced the kitchen knife with it.

Watching the fish scales slide off one by one, he nodded with satisfaction, well, although it is not as good as a sword, it is much easier to use than a kitchen knife.

"That, Mr. Kong, he..."

Qiao Mo'er frowned, deeply feeling that something was wrong, but when the words came to her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

Mr. Kong doesn't have much friendship with their family, right? Will they send their own students to their house to help kill the fish??

Even if you want to come, it should be Anai, right?

More importantly, how did Mr. Kong know that their family was going to kill fish?

Could it be—

Mr. Kong spying on their home? Why?