After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Qianqian was on fire in her heart, and her work became more and more energetic. She didn't rest at noon, and only burned two potatoes in the field to satisfy her hunger.

Xia Dinghai came again and asked gloatingly, "Qianqian, who are you offending?"

"I don't know." Xia Qianqian looked up at Xia Dinghai and continued to work hard.

Xia Dinghai squatted down and said, "It seems that your father really taught you to burn tiles, and the tiles are well done."

Xia Qianqian ignored him.

Xia Dinghai said again: "You must have made enemies in the village. You must be unable to do this business, and it is useless to do much. Come home with me!"

"Second uncle, did you do what happened last night?" Xia Qianqian asked.

"Nonsense, how could I do such a thing?" Xia Dinghai lowered his face in displeasure.

"My tile was destroyed last night, and my second uncle came to call me home today. I can't help but reminisce." Xia Qianqian raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and squinted at Xia Dinghai.

Xia Dinghai said, "You little girl, you don't know good people!"

"I'm definitely going to continue to burn tiles, and no one can stop me."

"Okay, if you have ambition, then you can continue."

Xia Dinghai flicked his sleeves away, and Qin Shi whispered, "Qianqian, do you think it will be your second uncle?"

"Not necessarily." Xia Qianqian smiled indifferently, "No matter who it is, I will never let him go."

At the end of the day, Xia Qianqian made 300 tiles. With yesterday's experience, it is fast and good to make tile blanks today. But what's the use of doing more? I can't stand being destroyed by people.

"Mother, don't be afraid."

Xia Qianqian left a line in the field, pulled it all the way to the house, tied it behind the door, and tied a small bell. As long as someone moved the line from the field, she would know immediately. She also prepared the tools used to fight thieves—shovels.

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At the same time, the Jiang family

As soon as Mother Jiang entered the house, she closed the door and said in a low voice, "Just ask, Xia Qianqian made 300 tiles today and put them on the place yesterday."

Excited in his voice.

"Okay." Jiang's father slapped his thigh hard, his eyes flashing with excitement and viciousness, "Dare to beat me, she won't be able to stay in Yangliu Village when she's old!"

Jiang Li broke both hands and couldn't move with the splint on. He said fearfully, "Father, what if she hits you?"

"Now it's frost and dew at night, can she still stay in the field? She freezes to death!" Father Jiang said.

Mother Jiang prepared a wind lantern: "Old Jiang, take the lantern at night to see if there is anyone in the field. If there is anyone in the field, pretend to be passing by, and no one will do anything."

"Okay." Father Jiang said, "The dead girl thinks she is invincible because of her brute strength. I must let her know how powerful she is!"

"Her house is a few hundred meters away from the field. Even if she hears a noise, she can't chase me."

Everything is ready to go.

The three members of the Jiang family felt very relieved, but wouldn't they think otherwise?

The night gradually deepened. At the third watch, Jiang's father took up a wooden stick and went out with a wind lantern.

The village had fallen into a deep sleep, it was pitch black, insects were chirping, and dogs barked occasionally.

Jiang Li raised the corners of his lips proudly, and when he passed by the thatched cottage, he deliberately stopped and held his breath to listen. There was no movement inside, and he must have fallen asleep.

Just like last night, in the fields where he had come by lightly, rows and rows of tiles stood neatly on the fine sand.

"Stinky girl, I will let you burn to a brick and starve you to death!" Jiang Li put down the wind lantern and moved forward with a wooden stick.