Early the next morning, when the genius was bright, Cuilan was stationed near Zhan Qingyue's yard.
When Han Yiyun brought the boy out, she couldn't wait to change directions.
While Han Yiyun was chatting with the boy next to him, he saw a woman in front of him carrying a basin of clothes and suddenly walked out of a small alley.
Han Yiyun didn't take it seriously, after all, everyone in the village got up early.
"If the things on the riverside can be finished early today, the young master can come back and have dinner with the lady..."
As the boy was talking, the figure in front suddenly fell towards Han Yiyun.
Han Yiyun's eyes were slightly stunned, and he hurriedly stepped aside to give way.
The girl fell to the ground and couldn't believe it. The group of them actually watched her fall and did nothing to save her.
"Are you okay, miss?"
Hearing Han Yiyun's warm voice made Cuilan feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching her heart, and his beautiful eyes wanted to take away her soul.
She sobbed softly and stretched out her hands to rub her ankles.
Han Yiyun pursed his lips and stood there without saying a word. The boy next to him lowered his eyes and looked at the woman unmoved.
"M-Sir, my foot seems to be sprained. Can you take me home? My home is right next to it."
Han Yiyun's brows twitched and he raised his head to look at the sky. If he delayed for a while, it would be bright.
"I'm sorry, girl, I'm in a hurry to go to the construction site, so I don't have time."
He turned to look at the two boys beside him: "Which one of you will send a girl home?"
In a short time, the two of them were already at war between heaven and man. Look at me, and I look at you.
Finally, the younger boy had no choice but to stand up.
Seeing this, Han Yiyun took another boy and walked forward.
Before he even left the village, he met another girl who also fell in front of him.
The same thing happening once can be said to be a coincidence, but the second time is enough to prove that it was deliberate.
As usual, Han Yiyun called a boy to send him back, and then quickly left the village.
Not long after, many women gathered under the big locust tree at the head of the village and discussed the matter of occupying Qingyue's house.
Zhan Qingyue also knew that someone was spying on Han Yiyun, but she didn't take it seriously and was still busy with things in the paddy fields.
In the evening, Han Yiyun rushed back wearing the stars and the moon.
This time there were more girls blocking his way home.
Han Yiyun also made a conscious decision and took the person home directly without even letting the servant send him away.
Those girls in the village dared not speak out in anger, and could only watch Han Yiyun walk away.
After entering his house, Han Yiyun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Mr. Han is running back here? There are beads of sweat on his forehead."
Zhan Qingyue sneered and raised her hand to wipe his sweat.
"Those girls in the village are all good, right? They all like you, what about you? Which one do you think is the best? Do you want me to help you talk about it?"
Han Yiyun felt irritable when he heard Zhan Qingyue's words, thinking that she was jealous and deliberately teasing her.
Thinking of this, his stern face suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, showing a clear expression.
"Yueyue, can you really watch me being snatched away by others? If you, the royal wife, don't catch up, what will happen if I am really snatched away by others?"
Han Yiyun gently grabbed Zhan Qingyue's hand and smiled with eyes full of laughter.
Zhan Qingyue waved the handkerchief casually towards his chest, smiling into her eyes.
"If you are snatched away so easily, then there is no need for me to keep you."
Han Yiyun felt a little uncomfortable after hearing this. He was sore and swollen. He couldn't describe his mood.
Life in Donglai Village was relatively peaceful, and the few acres of paddy fields were already green.
Zhan Qingyue saw it and was happy in her heart, just waiting for a good harvest in autumn.
On this day, Zhang Shengcai, an old farmer from Donglai Village, was wandering in his farmland.
Seeing the sparse seedlings in my own field, and then looking at the seedlings occupying my field a few meters away, there is a huge difference.
Based on his many years of experience in growing rice, he could tell there was something fishy about this thing.
Zhan Qingyue looked at Zhang Shengcai who was approaching. After listening to him explaining his purpose, a deep smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Uncle Zhang, the rice in my field is a high-yield and fine variety. I wonder if you have heard of the new village in Jing'an County where I fled famine. That's where my rice comes from."
Zhan Qingyue deliberately stated the source far away.
Uncle Zhang was stunned when he heard this: "You think this is a high-yielding, high-quality variety?"
Zhan Qingyue nodded resolutely.
"Exactly, based on previous planting experience, the rice that can be harvested from one acre of land is more than ten times that of the previous old varieties of rice."
Zhang Shengcai's eyes lit up. When he thought about the fields, the sparse seedlings in his own fields, and the greenery gradually bursting out in other people's fields, the light in his eyes was even more frighteningly bright.
"More than ten times! Okay, okay!"
Zhang Shengcai's eyes gleamed and he fainted with excitement.
The corners of Zhan Qingyue's mouth twitched fiercely. She didn't expect that he would have such a big reaction.
She took out the silver needle from her arms and was about to revive Zhang Shengcai.
Suddenly a fat woman with triangular eyes jumped out from the side.
This woman was the one who first forcibly untied the cow.
Zhan Qingyue couldn't remember the other party's name, but his brows were twitching as he watched the battle, and he was afraid that nothing good would happen.
"Ah ah ah, murder, murder!"
The woman slapped her thighs and shouted in an exaggerated manner.
The whole village was only such a big place, and she could hear her shouting from the head of the village to the end of the village. After a while, she summoned a group of people.
"Everyone, come on, this outsider has killed our clan leader."
"What? You said my father is dead?"
Several middle-aged men came running from a distance in disbelief.
When they arrived in front of Zhang Shengcai, several people cried loudly: "Dad, you died so miserably!"
"Everyone, hurry up and catch this outsider. We must not let her escape. Someone hurry up and find Zhang Lizheng."
Zhan Qingyue looked at the noisy group of people here with cold eyes, and she sneered: "Uncle, if you don't get out of the way and let me save your old man, he will really go to the west of Hexi."
After hearing the words, several people reacted and then they reached out their hands to detect the old man's breath.
"Even if he's not dead, you can't escape the fact that he's harming people. Brothers, catch this outsider quickly."
Zhan Qingyue sneered, took out the medicine, and quickly poked it in front of Zhang Shengcai's nose.
Zhang Shengcai woke up after sneezing and saw that he was surrounded by people from the tribe, looking at everyone with dark eyes.
"Come here, hurry up and send this outsider to the ancestral hall. We can't keep such a harmful spirit in our village."
When Zhang Shengcai heard this, his head started buzzing.
