Hearing this, Mrs. Ji pouted:

"The village chief sent a message from there, saying that we would get Duan Ping'an to the ancestral hall after breakfast."

It means that people will come over there after breakfast.

Ji Miaomiao pricked up her ears to listen while eating a big bite, and then Ye Qiuyun and Mrs. Ji discussed a few more words, and before they could say anything, the village chief's daughter-in-law outside shouted Mrs. Ji at the top of her voice.

Mrs. Ji hurriedly ran out, not knowing what the two said, and it didn't take long for Mrs. Ji to run in with bright eyes and say to Ye Qiuyun:

"Qiuyun! The eldest son of the village chief's Xiucai is back! Now in our yard, you hurry up and take Shiliang out to give him a palm. ”

Mrs. Ji is so happy for this reason, she wants her little grandson to go to school, the eldest son of the village chief's family is a gentleman from the city academy, if she can ask anything from him, it will not be difficult for their family to inquire.

Ye Qiuyun also understood this truth, and hurriedly handed over her daughter to Mrs. Ji to feed, and hurriedly took Ji Shiliang next to her out.

Ji Miaomiao also understood that this was a major event related to her brother's life, and she was very sensible and did not make a fuss beside her.

This made Mrs. Ji feel more and more in her heart that her granddaughter came to repay her kindness at home, and she didn't drop the chain at all at a critical time, and often contributed to this family.

Specifically, Ye Qiuyun took Ji Shiliang out to ask something, and Ji Miaomiao didn't know, Mrs. Ji didn't take her to the yard, and after feeding her, she took her to the house to play.

It was when the village chief sent people to let them go to the ancestral hall that Ji Miaomiao returned to Ye Qiuyun's arms again, and also saw the village chief's Xiucai son.

In the end, the scholar who taught in the city, different from the short fights worn by the village men who were convenient for work, he was dressed in a long robe, his skin was fairer than that of ordinary crop men, and his body was long, and he looked quite handsome.

I heard that this person's name is Zhao Chuanliang, no matter what his temper is, Zhao Chuanliang is at least kind to everyone on his face.

On the way to the ancestral hall together, he was obviously very interested in the Ji family's winemaking and had been asking the Ji family.

Because she wanted to send her little grandson to school, Mrs. Ji was very easy to speak.

Questions that do not involve principles will try to answer Zhao Chuanliang.

Although the village chief's daughter-in-law quarreled with her eldest son at that time, it is obvious that the mother and son have reconciled again, smiling and smiling on the side, from time to time in line with the dialogue between the two, and the atmosphere is quite harmonious.

Zhao Chuanliang is also a human spirit, seeing that although Mrs. Ji is talking to herself from time to time, her eyes are on the girl in the arms of her little daughter-in-law next to her from time to time, and she knows that she loves this little granddaughter.

"Aunt Ji, this is your little granddaughter, right?" He immediately moved in his heart, and said with a light smile: "It looks beautiful, clever and cute, and he can already see that he is smart at a young age." ”

Mrs. Ji has never studied, but she can still hear her words clearly.

Zhao Chuanliang's words sounded comfortable, not to mention that this sycophant was just right, just on her itchy spot, and she immediately smiled, and her heart was more pleasing to Zhao Chuanliang.

"Not really! This little girl is very elf day by day, and there are more ghost ideas than this adult, and the old woman really loves and hates it! ”

Although she said this, her eyes when she looked at Ji Miaomiao were full of love and tolerance.

Ji Miaomiao was a little moved.

However, he still focused on Zhao Chuanliang.

What is Zhao Chuanliang boasting about himself for no reason?

This ancient scholar had 800 hearts, and she didn't believe that this person would boast about himself for no reason.

But Zhao Chuanliang didn't show his stuffing, and changed the topic after saying two more sentences, as if he was really just casually saying it just now.

The road to the ancestral hall was not far, and the group just said that, and they arrived at the ancestral hall in a blink of an eye.

In the ancestral hall, there were already Village Chief Duan and Village Chief Zhao, that is, Zhao Chuanliang's father.

Village Chief Duan has long since lost his domineering attitude yesterday, and even lowered his rank to greet Zhao Chuanliang, Zhao Chuanliang nodded without being salty.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't be like this as a junior, but the people around him, even Village Chief Duan himself, didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

It can be seen that everything is still inferior, only reading is high.

"Village Chief Duan, I listened to my father and mother talk about this in the city, and I was always worried in my heart, since the truth has been revealed, don't cover up the murderer, chill the hearts of my father and my brother!"

Zhao Chuanliang looked at Duan Ping'an, who was beaten by Mrs. Wu and had a swollen nose and a swollen face, and said lightly.

If he said this in a small way, it could be a reminder to Village Chief Duan to enforce the law impartially, or in a big way, Village Chief Duan was playing favoritism and covering up the murderer.

A little bead of sweat instantly appeared on the forehead of Village Chief Duan, and he promised to be fair and just.

Zhao Chuanliang nodded without being salty, and Village Chief Duan wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and when he saw that Zhao Chuanliang stopped talking, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looking relieved.

Ji Miaomiao once again realized the superb status of a scholar in this era.

Everyone here is ready, just waiting for Mrs. Duan and Mrs. Duan Laozhu and her husband to come over.

But he said that Mrs. Duan's family is also a disaster.

Mrs. Duan was originally the backbone of the Duan family, and as soon as she fainted, the whole family was like a plate of loose sand, and no one could wring it up.

Duan Laozhu easily brought Mrs. Duan to the house, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his daughter-in-law Yi Chunhua cried and scolded in the courtyard again.

Duan Laozhu has always been at home, and he doesn't know how to persuade him at this time, so he just pretends to be deaf.

After getting Mrs. Duan into bed, he himself slept next to him, so he couldn't hear it.

When Mrs. Duan woke up, he hadn't woken up yet.

As soon as Mrs. Duan woke up, she remembered her youngest son.

Poor peace, I don't know where I went, and I don't know if I have suffered a great sin.

As soon as she thought of this possibility, Mrs. Duan couldn't sit still, she immediately got out of bed and went out to inquire about the news.

When I walked out of the yard, I found that my house was in a mess, and I immediately patted my thighs and sat on the ground crying:

"That thing that has been stabbed a thousand times, dare to come and steal the old lady's things, the old lady's family will come to get things as soon as something happens, this kind of person will be killed by thunder, don't let me know who it is, if the old lady knows, you have to hack your family to death-"

"I've been building mold for eight lifetimes... Gave birth to three debt collectors! The eldest is not filial, and finally the younger son is filial, but he has to be framed by others! The girl who was raised is like water spilled out, the is not towards her mother's house, something happens at home, everything is stolen, you are a group of harmful people who can't die well! ”

Mrs. Duan's voice is very loud, and her scolding is like singing. The neighbors around her have long been fed up with her, and they don't take it out when they go out to see the excitement.