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

The next day, three new faces came to Yangliu Village, driving a big trolley to Wayao Lawa in the country.

Xia Qianqian was surprised when she didn't see Qingtong: "You are..."

"Sent from the enamel hand stove," said the old man in the lead.

Xia Qianqian understood in seconds that it was sent by Gu Changsheng, and immediately brought people to the ground enthusiastically. Hundreds of tiles were used to fit a large trolley, and it took a whole morning just on the tiles.

The news that all Xia Qianqian's tiles were sold also spread in Yangliu Village, and some curious people ran out and asked, "Xia Qianqian, have all your tiles been sold?"

"Well, it's sold." Xia Qianqian smiled.

"Where does this big customer come from?"

Xia Qianqian pretended to be mysterious: "It's not convenient to disclose."

"You shouldn't rob the old Xia family's business, right?" Jiang Ming asked sourly.

"How is that possible? I want to rob them of their business, and they haven't come to my house to strip me alive?" Xia Qianqian smiled, secretly glad that Gu Changsheng bought the tiles that the second uncle and third uncle sent yesterday. But what's the guy doing with that many watts?

"No wonder your family ate meat last night, I can smell the smell of meat." Liu Bo laughed, very happy for Xia Qianqian.

Jiang Ming said, "I live in a thatched cottage and eat braised pork. I'm really a foodie!"

"It has nothing to do with you." Xia Qianqian glared at Jiang Ming. The thatched cottage is really indescribable, and it's cold to death due to air leakage. When she makes money next year, she will build a big brick house to live in!

"Yeah, it has nothing to do with me. You are not my daughter-in-law. It doesn't matter which young master you go to in town." Jiang Ming laughed loudly.

The villagers looked at each other and were skeptical of Xia Qianqian's "ability". After all, she's just a thirteen-year-old girl, how capable can she be?

Xia Qianqian's face changed greatly, and strode towards Jiang Ming: "What did you say? Say it again!"

She was so loud that she rolled up her sleeves and was about to fight. Jiang Ming was afraid of being beaten, and stepped back again and again: "What's the point of hitting someone? Everyone in the village knows that you run to the town every day, and every time you come back from the town, you bring benefits. Your bad things have long been known. ."

"Breaking things? Then tell me clearly today, where am I broken! If you can't explain clearly, I'll let you break your head!" Xia Qianqian was furious, waving her fists aggressively.

Several villagers stopped her and persuaded each other: "Some people don't see you well, they talk nonsense, don't have the same knowledge as them."

Seeing that someone was blocking Jiang Ming, he became bold and his words became more and more ugly: "Is there anyone else who said it clearly?"

All the little liuzi in the village laughed and looked at Xia Qianqian with colored eyes. Qin Shi was so angry that she burst into tears: "You are talking nonsense, we Qianqian are good girls! The tiles in my house are good, so I have big customers to buy them."

"Haha!" Jiang Ming sneered, and the villagers whispered.

Xia Qianqian was completely irritated, she broke free and slammed into Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming was knocked out...

He turned into a black arc, crossed the white snow scene, landed ten meters away, his head slammed on the stone, blood was pouring out.

The villagers were all stunned and watched blankly. Mother Jiang ran over, hugged Jiang Ming and cried, "Oh my God, it's murder, my son's head is broken..."

"From now on, those who like to chew their tongues avoid chewing, and don't let me hear them. Otherwise, Jiang Ming will be his role model!" Xia Qianqian shouted loudly with her hands on her hips, full of momentum.

Of all the onlookers, none of them dared to help Jiang Ming's mother and son.