Chapter 303： Shes actually smart (2/2)
”scare!”
A few men were frightened and ran away with their heads in their hands.
They had suffered from Qian Yiyun before. They thought that An Jiuyue and Qian Jiyun had left, leaving only Qian Yiyun and another little girl, and they could do whatever they wanted.
How do you know that the little girl is not a vegetarian, her fist is even harder than An Jiuyue.
And Qian Yiyun, a lady from everyone, is a real devil, tormenting them, one set at a time, can't stop at all, and there is no duplicate.
How can they afford it, so they have to continue chopping wood here obediently, chopping wood.
No, it's been so long, such a big grass shed is only half filled, but it has already exhausted them to the point of half their lives.
They also begged their parents to beg the patriarch and Lizheng, but neither of them gave up, saying that they deserved it and that they would be punished for doing wrong, so that they could remember the lesson.
God knows, they have long remembered the lesson, and even An Gouzi, who has always been arrogant and domineering, is now only obedient.
”Yannuo, what do you have to do with me?”
After several men left, Qian Yiyun continued to look at Yan Nuo and asked.
”Miss~~ Do you remember that you told your subordinates before that you saw Xue Ling talking to several farmers in Shangchen Village?” Yan Nuo asked.
”remember.”
Speaking of this matter, Qian Yiyun thought of a time when the flood had not occurred.
At that time, she was coaxed by Xue Ling and ran out of her eldest brother's barracks with her, and then the eldest brother followed them to Shangchen Village.
Because it was getting late, Xue Ling refused to leave on the excuse that he was very tired, and finally they stayed at a farmhouse in Shangchen Village for one night.
That is, that night, the flood came suddenly and caught them off guard.
”Why do you ask this? The village is full of peasant families. Xue Ling met them, and it's normal to talk for a while, right?”
”Miss, don't forget, Xue Ling's previous good temper was all faked.” Yan Nuo's thin lips curled slightly, looking at Qian Yiyun deeply, reminding her.