"It's true. It's true. When Widow Qin was young, she was always restless. With that person..." Barabara, that person talked about a lot of old things from the past.

Old Man Zhu was eye-opening. He never knew that Widow Qin was so "rich" when she was young?!

"You're talking nonsense. How could she be that kind of person?" At first, Old Man Zhu thought this person was a bit too much, so he said a few words to Widow Qin.

After all, in his opinion, Widow Qin is gentle and virtuous. How could she be such a person?

The man simply asked Old Man Zhu directly: "Why not? If you don't believe it, let me ask you, she is the only woman in the family, how can she support two sons? Look at other families in the village, which family does not have a man?

They also have two children, but they live a miserable life, so why is she okay?"

Old Man Zhu was speechless.

Some things simply cannot withstand scrutiny.

Usually, Old Man Zhu kept it secret and would not talk about Widow Qin's affairs to others, so few people would tell him about it; this time, after Widow Qin came to Zhu's house to cause trouble, all the "rumours" came out in a swarm.

Widow Qin's body was piled high and she rushed towards Old Man Zhu.

"Let's not talk about it. Just your third brother and your fourth brother. Their two and three children live together. Is it difficult for the two families to live together? Your brothers from your mother's side are like this. What do you think of Widow Qin?

She has the ability to raise two sons well? She is not your mother-in-law..." The man said, although he felt that the old Qian woman was a bit fierce and could easily make people lose their bones, but she has the ability.

To put it another way, who in the village doesn't envy Old Man Zhu for marrying such a capable woman?

If you don’t have bones, you don’t have bones. Women can support your family for you, what else do you want?

I felt that Old Man Zhu was a little too dissatisfied. After a few words of advice, he asked Old Man Zhu to live a good life and apologize to the old Qianpo, and the matter was over.

"You have children and grandchildren, but I don't even know what you are planning."

"That Widow Qin, she had some charm when she was young, but now she's just a handful of bones. What's there to touch?"

"When she was young, she was not as beautiful as your mother-in-law."

…

Lihua had just walked away from her breasts for a while, but Ye Yuran didn't expect that an "unexpected guest" would come, that is, Gan Yixian.

This time, he sneaked into the yard with someone on his back, and didn't even run into Mrs. Li who had just gone out.

Suddenly there was an extra person in the room, which almost startled Ye Yuran.

"Why are you here?" She almost beat this man as a thief.

"Aunt Zhu..." The expression on Gan Yixian's face was a little cautious.

He looked at her expression carefully, as if he was assessing something.

Ye Yuran saw his expression and knew what he was thinking, and rolled his eyes: "What, you also know about Old Man Zhu's cheating?"

"Yeah." Gan Yixian responded, but it was a little unnatural, as if he was covering up something.

"The news spreads quite quickly. Tell me if there is anything unclear about you, and I will help you fill in the details."

Gan Yixian quickly refused: "That's not necessary. I have no other intentions. I just came to see..." How about you.

But, he didn't say it out loud.

Although he said it to an old woman, it was somewhat ambiguous.

"Care about me?" Ye Yuran raised his eyebrows, "Then thank you, I'm fine. I'm old, what have I never seen before? It's just this little thing, it doesn't matter at all. Don't worry, it won't affect your thoughts.

The great farming industry."

As she talked, she started talking about local things.

The winter sweet potatoes have gone to the ground, and she has been wandering around in the past few days, and they are basically alive.

What we need to see now is whether God will give us some favor. If God gives us a few more days, the sweet potatoes in the field will grow better. If God doesn't give us favor, the harvest will be poor.

"It's definitely good," Gan Yixian said firmly, "God must give Aunt Zhu a favor when she farms the land. Even if it doesn't, I will give it to her..."

——Uh, it seems I let something slip!

Ye Yuran didn't think much and said with a smile: "Who do you think you are, that you can control God? Okay, I know you care about me and want to make me happy. You are about the same age as my son. In fact, I also

You treat me like the nephew in the next room. I won’t hide anything from you and I’ll tell you the truth. So, if you keep your heart in your heart, you will definitely not get things wrong.”

Gan Yixian had a stern expression: "I really didn't mean that..."

"I know, you care about me. I should be about the same age as your mother, right? You probably regard me as the aunt next door. Thank you." Ye Yuran thanked me again.

Gan Yixian: Compared with my mother, your age is really far behind!

However, the fact that Ye Yuran was fine made him relieved.

This time Gan Yixian came quietly with someone on his back. He didn't stay long. He handed Ye Yuran a bamboo flute and asked her to play it when she wanted to find him: "Aunt Zhu, don't worry, only I can hear this sound."

See, if you have something that others can’t hear, feel free to brag about it.”

"Really? I've only heard of this thing. Don't leave yet while I try it." Ye Yuran had seen this kind of thing in novels before, but he never thought that one day he would encounter this kind of special thing.

Holding the flute in his hand, he happily tried it like a child.

When you blow hard, your cheeks will bulge, and you can feel the air flowing out, but there is no sound.

After she finished blowing, she asked: "How was it, did you hear it?"

Gan Yixian nodded: "Yes, I heard it."

"Okay, if I blow more quickly, with three short blasts, it means it's an emergency, and you can rush over if you can; if I blow more slowly, with one blast from beginning to end, it means there's nothing wrong and you have time.

Just come here, come later if you don’t have time." Ye Yuran said.

"good."

Gan Yixian felt relieved when the things were delivered to him.

In front of Ye Yuran, he climbed over the wall and left.

But what she didn't know was that after he jumped over the wall, he disappeared on the ground.

On the other side of the courtyard wall, Ye Yuran was holding the bamboo flute in his hand, thinking about where to put it.

It is very small, only about the length of a finger, and looks a bit like a whistle, but it does not seem to have a "tongue".

Ye Yuran looked at it for a long time, but didn't know what it was.

She found a hemp rope, passed it through the hole in the bamboo flute, and hung it around her neck.

It's just that this hemp rope is a bit piercing her neck. It seems that she will have to find other materials in the future, otherwise she will suffer in vain.

After Widow Qin's child was aborted, Ye Yuran no longer cared about it. She believed that Li Zheng and the clan leader would handle it well.

But no matter whether she cares or not, there are always people who find excuses to come to the door and reveal all kinds of information to her. For example, Widow Qin is now so thin that she is so thin that she stinks in bed, but no one cares.

Everyone thinks that the worse Widow Qin's situation is, the more likely she is to please her.

Ye Yuran: Do I look like the kind of person who is unreasonable and unforgiving?

Everyone: Like! There is no one like you.

Ye Yuran:......

Everyone: Well, if you tell the truth, no one would believe it?

Ye Yuran: Is what I said the truth?
Chapter completed!