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Standing in her own field, the New Year's picture carefully recorded the growth of the vegetable seeds she had sown, and a violent quarrel suddenly broke out on the other side of the river.

The sound of the New Year's painting can be heard clearly across a river.

"Zhang Guixiang, stinky girl, you dare to steal my things, I'll fight with you!"

"What your stuff, I picked it up on the road!"

Then I saw Zhang Guixiang and Liang Shangshan sneaking out of the house, and Yang Juhua and Si Danian were chasing after them.

Seeing this kind of picture, the New Year's painting smiled, it seems that his own reminder has worked, and now Zhang Guixiang can bear it.

Their movements became louder and louder, and they were gradually heard by more people, and they went out to the side of the road to watch the excitement.

"What's wrong?"

"I heard that Zhang Guixiang stole Yang Juhua's things, and Yang Juhua found out on the spot!"

"That cinnamon really deserves it!"

Yang Juhua and Si Danian chased Zhang Guixiang and his wife, and walked around the village a few times, and almost everyone knew about Liang Shangshan's mother-in-law stealing things.

No one can stop such a thing, and no one can mediate, so they can only solve it themselves.

Although everyone understands that Zhang Guixiang is wrong, Zhang Guixiang just picked it up by her on the side of the road, and others are helpless.

In the next few days, Zhang Guixiang could be regarded as unsettled, and the New Year's paintings finally saw the combat effectiveness of rural women.

Every day before dawn, Yang Juhua sat at the door of Zhang Guixiang's house, and scolded inside, as long as Zhang Guixiang dared to come out, Yang Juhua rushed to her house and smashed things when she saw them.

Even Zhang Guixiang's stall selling pancakes was smashed by Yang Juhua, where could Zhang Guixiang endure this anger, and he was ready to go to Yang Juhua's house to sabotage.

As a result, when I went, I was directly called back by Yang Juhua's mother's family as soon as I entered the door.

Speaking of Yang Juhua's mother's family, in Yangjiatun is a nearby village but is famous for being able to fight, her ancestors opened a martial arts hall, and everyone has been practicing martial arts since childhood.

Although it was abandoned a lot later, he was still able to play a trick and a half, and no matter how bad it was, his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

When Zhang Guixiang ran into them, he naturally couldn't get any good luck.

Later, Zhang Guixiang simply closed the courtyard door and became a turtle with a shrunken head, no matter how Yang Juhua scolded, she didn't take a step out of the door.

It was a big breath of relief.

Although Ye Zimei and Liang Yin didn't know that this matter was pushed by the New Year's painting, they still felt particularly relieved.

Si Xiuping, who locked herself at home, finally succeeded in overcoming those shadows after a few days of self-psychological construction, and the reborn daughter of God was out again.

That evening, she and Han Mei came back from outside and met the postman at the entrance of the village.

In this era, communication was not too developed, and if you wanted to bring a letter to anyone, you had to go to the post and telecommunications office to make a call, but this method was more expensive, and the other party had to be able to receive a call.

The most common method is to write letters, and the postman's job is to go to the villages every day to inform who has the mail to be received.

"You two are from Sanxin Village, right?"

Si Xiuping and Han Mei recognized the postman at a glance: "Yes, we are from the village, who wrote again?" ”

The postman smiled and said, "Yes, there is a person named New Year's Painting in your village, right?" ”

Pictures?

Si Xiuping immediately became interested, and politely pursed her lips and smiled: "There is a New Year's painting, and I am good sisters with her!" ”

When the postman heard this, he was happy: "That's just right, I have a letter from her, please do me a favor and give it to her, I just have something to do." ”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of envelopes from the large messenger's bag he carried, flipped through the letter from the New Year's painting, and handed it to Si Xiuping.