Not far from Shangxi Village, there is a family of old and young, pushing carts, supporting each other, and walking along the rugged mountain road with difficulty.

The clothes of this family are not shabby, but they look dusty, as if they have not been washed for a long time. Looking more closely, there was a faint panic on their faces.

"Dad, what is the origin of the Xie family? Can you really keep us?"

The person who asked was a middle-aged man, who looked quite strong, but his face was red, and he was always frowning, as if he was a little sad, and his big palms were full of calluses, and he looked like a perennial heavy worker.

The old man who was supported by him, with gray hair, leaning on his back, coughed twice from time to time, and refused to go to the cart to rest for a while.

Hearing the questioning, the old man coughed a few more times before he said, "At least they helped us escape."

Thinking of what he experienced a few days ago, the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, and he couldn't speak for a while.

A half-grown boy next to him interjected: "Master, will the Xie family also come for our craft?"

"It's not for our craft, it's for what? What else do we have to look at?"

The half-grown boy couldn't help muttering, "Isn't there still a second sister?"

The girl he called the second sister suddenly trembled, and subconsciously wanted to shrink behind the person next to her.

The woman next to her hurriedly took her into her arms, patted her on the back, and coaxed, "Mother is here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid! It's all gone, it's gone."

When the girl was pacified, the woman glared at the half-grown child, "If you can't speak, say less!"

The half-eldest son knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything more.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, his gaze turned around on everyone, and he said slowly: "The Li family sent so many people to hunt us down, because they had the intention of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, if it wasn't for the people of the Xie family who came in time, we would already be dead by now."

"When people are dead, what craft is there to talk about?"

"As long as the Xie family doesn't think about our crooked thoughts, this ancestral craft, they want it, just give it to them!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but say, "Dad!"

The old man looked at him, "What? I'm willing to give it all, but you're still not willing to give it?"

"Give it to them, what shall we eat?"

"We are a family, we have hands and feet, and we are afraid that we will not be able to eat?"

The middle-aged man's face looked even more sad.

The old man said, "Over the years, we have relied on our craftsmanship to eat a few more full meals day and night?"

"What are you doing with the craft of not being able to eat?"

These words should have enlightened everyone, but unfortunately after everyone listened to them, they were even more worried, and they were even more frightened than expected by the Xie family who was about to go.

"Lan Qiu, Doctor Ge has come to the village for a consultation, can you accompany your mother to have a look?"

Du Lanqiu raised his eyelids and looked at You Qingyun with an indifferent expression and an even colder tone.

"Didn't my mother go to the city alone yesterday? Why are you just walking around the village today, but you still want me to accompany you?"

The tip of You Qingyun's heart trembled slightly, and it seemed that she still couldn't bear Du Lanqiu's sudden impact.

After a while, she said, "I, my mother didn't plan to go out yesterday, but Aunt Wang next door came to invite, so I accompanied her, and just took the herbs from the family to the pharmacy to exchange for silver."

Du Lanqiu turned his head, didn't respond, and didn't know whether to believe it or not.

You Qingyun took two steps forward, took out a silver hairpin from her arms, and stretched out her hand to bring it to Du Lanqiu: "Mother brought you something, I wanted to surprise you......

Du Lanqiu Huo Ran got up: "No need, my mother can keep it for herself."

You Qingyun's outstretched hands suddenly hung in the air, and the silver hairpin held in her right hand was smooth and shiny, and the carving was exquisite.

However, with such a valuable silver hairpin, Du Lanqiu didn't even want to take a second look, turned around and walked out.

You Qingyun opened her mouth, but she could only watch her leave.

Since he completely broke off with Qi Xiaojin, Du Lanqiu has been such a cold appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

At first, You Qingyun only thought that she was completely sad, and she was secretly happy, but now she was faintly worried.

She always felt that her daughter seemed to have not only broken off her relationship with Qi Xiaojin, but even cut off her relationship with her mother-in-law.

After Du Lanqiu left the house, he walked straight towards the foot of the mountain.

Qi Xiaojin was stared at by Qi Xiaoyin early every morning and sent to the Xie family.

When the medicine is changed, during the day, he will follow the young people of the Xie family to build a house at the foot of the mountain.

Even if you can't move one arm, you can still do what you can, and it's good to boil some tea.

I think it should be Xie Zi'an's meaning, saving him from being bored in the room alone.

After Du Lanqiu found out, she would come over every day, watch from a distance for a while, and watch Qi Xiaojin go from being taciturn to gradually mingling with everyone, she can also feel a lot more relieved.

I don't know how long it took, Du Lanqiu turned around and was about to leave, but saw You Qingyun standing not far away.

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