Originally, some people in the village picked up a lot of dead chickens and saw dead pigs from the edge of the village.
But because in what An Jiuyue wrote before, it was written not to pick up dead objects soaked in water to prevent being infected with the epidemic.
So, no one dared to pick it up.
In the face of life, that little profit is insignificant.
However, it is also the people in Anjia Village who can guard themselves. No one wants to take advantage of the little things, especially because the patriarch goes to each house every day and stares at them and dare not pick up those things. Dead things.
Once those dead objects were discovered by the clan leaders, they were taken to other places and burned by the people in the village.
On the mountain, An Jiuyue watched Qian Yiyun go from not being able to carry a hoe to now being able to juggle with a hoe. It was also funny.
"Xiao Yiyun, you can stay at home today. I will go for a walk in the mountains and come back to grill fish for you at noon."
In the morning, An Jiuyue faced Qian Qian Yiyun confessed and left with her backpack on her back.
Behind her, Qian Yiyun frowned as she listened to her words, feeling a strange feeling in her heart.
She had never felt this way when she was with a lot of people before, but since she and An Jiuyue lived in the tree house, going in and out together, the strange feeling in her heart became more and more intense. Getting stronger.
"Why did she call me Xiao Yiyun?"
If she remembered correctly, in her memory, there was only one person who would call her Xiao Yiyun. That person is the sister-in-law who has never met her eldest brother.
At that time, she was still young, and the family was dominated by a vicious stepmother. She often bullied the young girl while her elder brother was away, denying her food and drink.
Later, she got a sister-in-law. Although her sister-in-law did not dare to protect her, she still secretly got her some food to prevent her from going hungry.
At that time, my sister-in-law called her Xiao Yiyun.
Unexpectedly, after more than four years, someone called her Xiao Yiyun again, and it was the sister Jiuyue she liked.
However, she is not young anymore. She is already fourteen, and she will have haircuts next year. How is she still young?
"Sister Jiuyue, it seems that I have met you somewhere, right?"
She tilted her head and thought hard, but she couldn't figure out where she met her. After An Jiu month.
Although she was somewhat familiar with An Jiuyue's face, she had never heard of An Jiuyue's name. Thinking about it, the two of them had never met before, right?
"Zheng'er, Rong'er, my brothers are sleeping. You don't need to keep an eye on them every day. Come, let's play together."
Don't think about whether you have seen them before. An Jiuyue was the one, she turned to look at the two little ones and suggested.
The two children in Sister Jiuyue’s family are really sensible. They stay at home every day and never cause trouble for Sister Jiuyue. They are not like other children who go to the bedroom without being beaten for three days. Reveal!
"Aunt Yiyun, we have to watch Xiaozhou and Xiaoxing. They will cry if we are not here." Rong'er introduced to Qian Yiyun seriously.
"Yes, Aunt Yiyun, Xiaozhou and Xiaoxing are still young. They need our care. We don't play with them. We take care of Xiaozhou and Xiaoxing." Zheng'er also said.
Qian Yiyun: "..."
She has really convinced the two little guys and regards herself as their biological father, right?
Even a biological father does not take care of his children like this.
"Zheng'er, has your mother named your two little brothers? What are their names?" she asked.