The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Chapter 32: Damn it, how could it be him?

Chapter 32 Why the **** could it be him?

In the yard, Mo Yan was bored, picking up the leaves of the vegetables in the vegetable garden, and throwing them on the ground for the chickens to eat. It was fun to watch the bright yellow chickens twisting their fat little bodies to eat. She also poked their butts with her fingers from time to time. The little chick couldn't stand still and fell on the ground with its head on the ground, making her laugh.

There are eight chicks in total, hatched from a hen in the space. The hen laid the eggs in a very hidden place. Mo Yan didn't notice it at first. It wasn't until two days ago that he saw the hen and the chicks looking for food in the space, so he caught them together and raised them outside. Keeping pets is a great way to spice up your life.

Sister, you are so boring!

Zhen'er, who was lying on the small table writing big characters, was speechless at the bad taste shown by her sister. He was obviously such a serious person, but sometimes he seemed like a fool.

Mo Yan pretended to be angry and rubbed his head: "Don't you think they are cute? If you don't play with them now, they won't be fun when you grow up! Just like your kid, they have become less and less cute since enlightenment. !Children, you should enjoy your childhood!"

Zhen'er rolled her eyes. No matter how cute the chick is, what's the point of playing like this every day?

Sister, we have to go back to our hometown soon, do you still want to take these chickens back to play with?

Xiner asked as she collected the last stitch. Looking at the newly baked purse, she nodded with satisfaction. If you take this to the embroidery workshop, you should be able to sell it for eight cents, right?

When it comes to returning to his hometown, Mo Yan no longer thinks about teasing chickens. He calculated silently in his heart and found that there were only nine days left before the deadline of September 30th.

Zhen'er also put away the pen and paper in silence, stared blankly at the pecking chicks for a while, and then asked with a hint of expectation:

Sister, is there no other way?

Mo Yan touched his little head and shook her head under his expectant eyes: "It's good to go back to my hometown. When the time comes, dad goes to the town to be a teacher, you can go to dad's school to study, and then find a job for your second sister. He is a good embroidery master. As for my sister, I will farm hard at home and let our family live the life of a big landowner!"

The beautiful vision made Zhen'er's dim eyes suddenly light up. He tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly felt that returning to his hometown wouldn't be so bad.

Sister, do you really want to find an embroidery master for me?

Xin'er's eyes shone with excitement. She liked embroidery, especially the large screens in the embroidery workshop. They were so exquisite that they looked like real objects. She thought she could only embroider small purses and handkerchiefs in the future, but she didn't expect My sister actually wanted to hire a master for her.

Mo Yan pinched her soft cheek and said with a smile: "Of course it's true. When has my sister ever lied to you?"

Ever since this girl learned female embroidery, she has been obsessed with it. Every time she went to the embroidery workshop to hand in embroidery products, she couldn't walk when she looked at the exquisite samples. All her thoughts were on her face. How come you can't see it? Although my embroidery skills are not bad, they are far behind those of the professional embroidery ladies in the embroidery workshop, and I cannot teach Xin'er much.

"Sister, you are so kind!" Xin'er threw herself into her sister's arms, her eyes filled with moisture. What if she didn't have a mother? She had the best sister in the world.

I am your sister, so naturally I want to be nice to you. What a silly girl! Mo Yan chuckled.

Late at night, after the two little girls fell asleep, Mo Yan opened her eyes, tiptoed out of bed, put on her shoes and went to the yard.

At this time, the moonlight was hazy and everything was silent. She covered her mouth and yawned. She was about to go into the space to collect the potatoes she planted a few days ago when she heard a "clang" sound from the courtyard door, which scared her almost. screamed.

Who is at the door? Is there a thief?

Mo Yan covered her pounding chest and stared at the courtyard door tightly. I've lived here for nearly two months, but I haven't heard of anyone's house being robbed nearby. However, what happened in the middle of the night? Wasn't it a thief or a ghost?

In the dim moonlight, she quietly walked under the eaves, walked to the courtyard door with the mallet she usually used to beat clothes, hid her body behind the door, and listened to what was going on outside. Once someone broke in, she would first Lets talk about it later.

"Bang -" "Bang -" twice, the sound was louder than before. Mo Yan's heart tightened and his palms became sweaty.

Just when she was thinking about whether it was too late to call her father, suddenly a black shadow passed over her head unexpectedly, and fell behind her with a "bang".

"Well-"

Maybe it was hurt from the fall, but the black shadow let out a suppressed groan. He struggled to stand up, but Mo Yan didn't give him a chance. She held the mallet high in both hands and struck hard at the black shadow's back. For a moment.

Bang

The sound of the club and muscles hitting each other made Mo Yan feel pain, and the black shadow lay heavily on the ground without moving at all.

Mo Yan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, walked over and kicked the black figure on the ground. She felt that the man's body was hard and the kick hurt her toes.

Tsk, tsk, I didnt expect the thief to be so talented. Its a pity that he has to be a thief when he cant do anything good!

She has such a good figure, I wonder what she looks like!

An idea suddenly came to Mo Yan's mind. Looking at the fainted thief, she squatted down and turned him over with great effort. At this moment, a strong smell of blood hit her nostrils, making her suffocate. She almost threw up.

The smell of blood was so strong. Could it be that she missed the target just now and broke the back of this man's head?

Mo Yan was a little panicked. She wanted to teach the thief a lesson, but she didn't want to beat him to death. The back of the head was so fragile, and with such a heavy hammer, there would definitely be problems.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, she tremblingly reached out and touched the back of the shadow's head. The back of her head was clean and there was nothing!

Sitting on the ground, Mo Yan breathed a long sigh of relief. Thinking of the fear in her heart just now, she couldn't help laughing at herself. Then, she couldn't laugh anymore. Since the wound was not caused by her, it was caused by someone else. Damn it, is this person being hunted?

Thinking of this, Mo Yan's face became extremely ugly, and she didn't care much. She quickly went into the room and brought out a lamp, and came close to the black figure. Sure enough, a long **** was opened in the man's abdomen with a sharp weapon. At this time, blood was still oozing out, and his clothes had been soaked through and clung tightly to his body. The smell of blood in his nose was stronger than before.

Seeing that he was dressed in black and had a black mask on his face, Mo Yan was sure that this man was being hunted and fled to her house. Thinking of this, she quickly opened the courtyard door. Sure enough, there were two identical people on the courtyard door. There was a small pool of blood on the ground.

Mo Yan had a bad feeling in her heart. Their family might be in big trouble!

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Mo Yan took off his black mask and was about to wake him up. When he saw the other person's appearance, he couldn't help but yelled out of control: "Fuck, how could it be him?"