Zhou Cuiping thought she was pretending, stretched out her foot and gently kicked Wang Yingmei a few times, but she really didn't react, and now she was really panicked: "You all saw it, she fell to the ground by herself, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Someone in the crowd shouted first: "But don't worry about this for now, let's save people first." ”

Someone in the village went to call Liu Zhenjiang back, there happened to be an iron three-wheeler at home, and he didn't care about Zhou Cuiping, so he carried the car and sent him to the hospital first.

"Someone in the crowd inevitably scolded Wang Yingmei for finally getting revenge."

Qin Chai'er looked at it coldly and pushed Xu Meihua out: "Let's go, Sensei looked, I was scared of the fat dun." ”

Seeing Xu Meihua go home, Qin Chai'er turned around and left.

When I returned to the intersection of Zhaibei Village, I really saw a lot of new foundations. Qin Chai'er asked the people in the village who were watching the excitement on the side, and said that these were all houses built with the help of large companies, and they could basically be completed and moved in in two or three months.

The young man in the village knew Qin Chai'er, and pointed to the house not far away and said: "Your house is there, your father is capable, he built a lot at that time, and he lost a lot." ”

Qin Chai'er glanced at it a few times, thanked him and left.

When I arrived at the door, the door was locked, and Zhang Yuyan was not at home. Qin Chai'er found her in the vegetable field who was planting vegetables.

"Aunt Zhang..."She shouted and walked over, "Didn't my dad say when he would come back?" ”

Zhang Yuyan straightened her waist and stood up: "Last time, it was a week, or it could be ten days, and it was said that it was a long run, but he couldn't say for sure, you are also in a hurry, this newly built house is not good, and it can't be moved so quickly." ”

Qin Chai'er wasn't in a hurry for them to move, but she also had to hurry to persuade Qin Zhijie before she could go to Dongpu with peace of mind.

"Your cousin is also waiting for him to come back to help find the studio, and I don't know if he has found it now."

Qin Chai'er didn't know either, she hadn't appeared since Zhang Xinting sent her back from Dongpu last time.

"If you have something to do, go and get busy first, and when your father comes back, I will call him to find you."

Qin Chai'er thought that Qin Zhijie was not there, and he had nothing to say to Zhang Yuyan, so he nodded and left.

When I returned to the village, I saw that the head of the banyan tree in the village was full of people again, and every time something happened in the village, everyone would gather here.

Qin Chai'er listened to their discussion from a distance: "It was said that it was cold before he arrived at the hospital, and Liu Zhenjiang turned around and came back halfway." ”

"I saw that when he moved people into the house, Mrs. Wang's body was already stiff."

Liu Zhenjiang has also asked a few relatives next door to help Zhang Luo's funeral, but because Wang Yingmei had too many grievances during her lifetime, except for those who were more close, basically no one went.

Wang Xiuzhen, a relative of her mother's family, even if she is not happy, she is afraid of being pointed out behind her back.

As soon as she and Sun Guilan walked like this, Lin Xia was completely unable to parry alone, when she was cooking alone at noon, the firewood fell from the stove, and directly burned the firewood on the side.

Fang Dasong went to the town alone today to see the days. I didn't come back until about four o'clock in the afternoon, and the ox cart was full of red bricks.

Last night, I said that I would build a house for Qin Chai'er and them, so I built a house, and I had already asked for a good date, so I was waiting for the foundation.

When Qin Chai'er went to the field to pick vegetables, he saw that he had put the red bricks on the new foundation alone, and the old cow was grazing with his tail flicking.

He was a little rickety, stacked red bricks one by one, and carefully carried them down, muttering: "When you get up the house, you can hold your grandson." ”