"When Zhou Dazhu came back from the commune, he stared at him deadly."

"If he checks the gold bars, he can't deal with him directly."

"If he didn't check it, he would have quietly removed the twelve stones from the sheepfold, and voluntarily exposed that the gold bars were gone."

"Will he be in a hurry to find the gold bars, so as to determine if it is him or someone else who buried them?"

Jiang Ping'an believed that if Zhou Dazhu was really undercover, when he found out that the gold bars were missing, he would definitely be in a hurry and would mess with himself.

Retract your thoughts.

Jiang Ping'an entered the small courtyard of the space.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and Heizi was anxious in the courtyard, and he was very affectionate when he saw Jiang Ping'an coming back.

Jiang Ping'an carried it and rubbed the dog's head, and served it a bowl of broth to eat as usual.

After washing up, I also took three dishes: pork stewed vermicelli, garlic pork ribs, and shredded potatoes, and ate them with steamed buns.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Ping'an took Kuroko out of the space and came to the kitchen next door to boil water for his feet.

After all, if you live here, you really want to do everything in the space, but it's not appropriate.

Jiang Ping'an didn't bring the pots and pans, and they were still at home.

Now Miao Hexiang goes to his place diligently, but it is inconvenient to put everything into the space, so as not to suspect her.

There are only a few plates, a few pairs of chopsticks and a few bowls in the space, which are still new ones that I bought last time I went to the commune.

The pots and pans used in the sheep farm are Zhou Dazhu's.

In addition to the fact that the pot is complete, the bowl and gourd scoop are notched, and the table and bench are also missing arms and legs.

The flames were burning, sparks were splashing, Jiang Ping'an sat at the door of the stove, looking at the flames and still thinking about the gold bars.

"By the way, Sister-in-law Miao definitely didn't eat at night, so she just lit a fire and threw a few sweet potatoes and potatoes and baked them for her to eat."

He was in a state of distraction, and at once he took four or five sweet potatoes and two or three potatoes and threw them into the fire, covering them with ashes.

Just as he was thinking about something, suddenly there was a sound of crying outside.

It is eerie, mixed with the night wind, and the faint of heart can easily be frightened after hearing it.

However, Jiang Ping'an has always been bold, and in his previous life, he walked at night in the countryside, and no one was afraid, and naturally he was not afraid of ghosts.

He doesn't know if there are ghosts, but he hasn't seen them with his own eyes anyway, of course, he's seen a lot of ghosts.

"My soul travels through time and space, is it a real ghost? Shouldn't it count? Jiang Ping'an thought deeply.

"Hmm...... Even if I am a ghost, I am a blessed ghost......"

With a smile, he got up and picked up the lantern, walked out of the kitchen, and walked away.

"Xiaoyue, why are you hiding here and crying at night?"

Jiang Ping'an deliberately increased the sound of footsteps, and his tone was smooth and soft, for fear that Luo Xiaoyue, who was not far away, would be frightened at night.

Widow Lu has three daughters, who are better than blue, and all of them are beautiful and beautiful.

The eldest daughter Luo Xiaoyue is twelve or thirteen years old, the second daughter Luo Xiaoxing is more than nine years old, and the third daughter Luo Xiaohua is more than six years old.

Luo Xiaoyue hid behind a big tree hugged by five or six people and cried, probably because Jiang Ping'an came over with a big movement, but he was not afraid.

"Ping...... Uncle Ping'an! She wiped away her tears and came out from behind the tree, screaming crisply.

Jiang Ping'an stepped forward with a horse lantern and shone on her.

Under the orange light, Luo Xiaoyue's pear blossoms bring rain, Chu Chu's pitiful appearance, delicate and lovely.

"What's going on? Why aren't you at home, hiding here and crying? Jiang Ping'an said softly.

At this question, Luo Xiaoyue sobbed again, and said aggrievedly: "I...... My mom said...... She said......"

After talking for a long time, I didn't say why.

Jiang Ping'an sighed and said, "My nose is blue and my face is swollen, let's go to the kitchen with my uncle and talk about what's going on while cooking the fire!" ”

As he spoke, he gently took Luo Xiaoyue's hand and went to the sheep farm kitchen.

Luo Xiaoyue lowered her head, looked shy, wiped the tears on her face, and obediently followed him.

"Have you eaten it?" Jiang Ping'an asked as he walked.

Luo Xiaoyue looked up at him, shook her head slightly, and her stomach growled very cooperatively.

In an instant, Luo Xiaoyue was embarrassed and embarrassed, her little face was flushed, and she didn't dare to look at him when she lowered her head.

"Hehe, you girl, what's so embarrassing?"

Jiang Ping'an took her little hand and said with a smile, relieving her tension by speaking.

"Didn't you hear people say that I was known for eating a lot? Everything can be fake, and if you're hungry, you can't fake it. ”

"You're lucky today, I baked some sweet potatoes and potatoes, please eat a few, are you happy?"

Luo Xiaoyue pursed her lips, wanted to speak but couldn't open her mouth, so she had to nod fiercely, showing a hint of a smile on her face.

Coming to the door of the kitchen stove, Jiang Ping'an sat down and asked softly, "Now you can say what your mother did to you, right?" ”

Luo Xiaoyue said in a mosquito voice: "My mother said that she wouldn't let me study next year, and I felt wronged, so I secretly ran out to cry." ”

"Hey, you seem to be about to enter junior high school, right?" Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and asked.

In those days, there was no compulsory education, and the school system was not quite the same as that of later generations, and it changed from time to time.

At first, primary schools are divided into junior primary schools, upper primary schools, and complete elementary schools, with a duration of five to six years.

The secondary school is divided into junior high school, high school, and complete middle school, with a duration of four to six years, and an overall duration of nine to twelve years.

In the future, it will be changed to five years of elementary school, two years of junior high school, two years of high school, and the overall duration of nine years.

After that, it will be adjusted to six years of primary school, three years of junior high school, and three years of high school, with an overall duration of 12 years.

Luo Xiaoyue replied in a low voice: "I will go to junior high school next year." ”

"I remember you had good grades, didn't you?" Jiang Ping'an asked softly.

Luo Xiaoyue craned her neck and said with a smile: "My grades are good, and I have always maintained the top three in the class." ”

"With such good grades, the reason why your mother doesn't let you continue studying is because you can't afford the tuition?" Jiang Ping'an wondered.

In fact, the tuition fee is not expensive in these years, and the difficulty is that it is difficult to eat at half the age, which prevents many people from entering the school.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl like Luo Xiaoyue can also earn a job, ranging from how much, but she is not an idle meal after all.

Luo Xiaoyue said frustratedly: "Part of it is because of this, but more because she heard others say that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented." ”

"In addition, I don't have brothers and younger brothers, only sisters, and she wants to recruit a son-in-law to support us when we are older."

"Especially my eldest daughter, she doesn't want me to marry or go away in the future, so she doesn't want me to read too many books."

Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Don't worry about this, I'll take you to find Aunt Du and ask her to do the work for your mother." ”

Then he smelled the sweet aroma of the roasted sweet potatoes in the stove, and said with a smile: "You smell it, the sweet potatoes are good, eat enough first." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the burning stick, pulled out two sweet potatoes and one potato from the fire, and handed them to Luo Xiaoyue.

Luo Xiaoyue swallowed her saliva and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Ping'an, I can't eat your food......"

"Don't talk nonsense, the little girl is not big, but she is quite polite, and she will eat it if she invites you." Jiang Ping'an said solemnly.

Luo Xiaoyue choked, tears of emotion, excitedly threw herself into Jiang Ping'an's arms, lowered her eyebrows, and whispered:

"Uncle Ping'an, you are so good to me......"