The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Don't blame her for being rude, since she thinks she can get away with it.

When Ning Mengyao arrived at Yang Zhu's house, there was no one there, slightly frowned, which reminded me, as if they were going out to collect food.

Thinking about it, walking towards the field, I saw the Yang Zhu family not far away. After seeing the figure of Ning Mengyao, all the people who collected food in the field stood still. It seems that the thief did not return Ning Mengyao's things.

Will she come back if I return it? Of course not.

“Mengyao girl, right? ”

“Well, not back. ”

“Then we...”

“Uncle Yang doesn't have to. Let's talk about this tonight. It's important to collect food now.” She said to go down and help, although she couldn't do anything else, she could still help pick up the remaining ears on the ground.

All day long, Ning Mengyao was collecting food for the Yang Zhu family, as if she was not in any hurry, just thinking about the money in her hand, people understood.

I just can't stand it anymore.

After the family went back to eat at night, they went to Ning Mengyao's house without an appointment. Only the family did not come.

Someone kindly went to the family to scream, and went inside and saw that the table was rice and white buns, which was more than that. On it was roasted chicken and rabbit meat, which...

“What are you doing in here?” Roche's thrill sounded in that man's ear.

Calling the Rothschild family, he looked at Rothschild with an exploratory look, and then said faintly: “The village chief let everyone go and catch the thief. ”

When I said that, I looked at them at their dinner table, and at that glance, I made Roche feel a little frightened.

After that, the people left without giving Rochelle a chance to speak.

Yang Xiu-er looked at her mother. She looked a little pale: “Mother...”

“It's all right. Eat it. Let's go check it out.” Roche's impatience said, seemed very dissatisfied, so Yang Cui opened his mouth and tried to say something, but eventually swallowed it into his stomach.

After dinner, the Ro family went to the village chief's house, but in the past, everyone looked at them with that kind of exploratory look, which made Yang Xiu-er very unhappy.

“What are you looking at? ”

Everyone laughed and didn't say anything but looked at Yang Zhu: “The village chief has arrived. ”

Yang Zhu nodded and looked at Ning Mengyao. Let her talk about it herself.

Ning Mengyao walked up and looked at the people below, then Yang Lele took out a white cloth bag.

“You must be wondering why I brought a cloth bag up here, actually, to catch the thief. ”

People start talking about a bag of cloth. How do we catch thieves?

“I hope everyone helps. Everybody grab it in the cloth bag. Wait a minute. Whoever has marks on their hands is who.” Ning Mengyao explained with a smile.

Everyone nodded and said yes. Ning Mengyao walked toward everyone with a cloth bag. Every one of them didn't miss it. When someone caught it, they had to look it over, but Ning Mengyao stopped them, saying that they would come back together later.

After everyone grabbed them, Ning Mengyao made them turn their hands around.

And suddenly the crowd blew up: "Why are we all injured with black ink?” Isn't it? People looked around and found that everyone had it in their hands, and they were unhappy. Didn't they say they were thieves?

Meanwhile, Mengyao is looking at a place where Roche's palm is blank.

“Aunt Lo, how's my food?” Ning Mengyao walked up to Roche and looked into her eyes and said word for word.

When Rocheton blew up, he looked angrily at Ning Mengyao: "I have nothing on my hands. Why do you say it's me? ”

Ning Mengyao did not speak, just flipped the cloth bag over, people saw a piece of black on the bottom of the cloth bag, which was the ink that Ning Mengyao dyed.

If you grab the bottom with your hand, it will definitely be stained with ink.