A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating

  Chapter 277 Robbed

  Before going to the county seat, Lu Jingzhi went to Gao's house.

   "Mother, the chilblain ointment sent by sister Xiao Miao is said to be specially made."

  Liu Xiaoxiao put down her never-ending needlework, quickly got up and rubbed her waist and asked Gao Yuan, "You child, why don't you invite someone in?"

  Gao Yuan said, "Sister Xiao Miao said she has something to do."

  Liu Xiaoxiao didn't count on this son anymore, and walked to the door in a hurry. The outside was so white that she didn't even see a shadow.

   She looked down at her hands.

  Different from the women who often work in the fields in Huxi Village, her hands are not as rough, but her knuckles are also a little swollen.

   After all, she still has to live, doing laundry and cooking.

   When bending, the joints are a little red and swollen, and the chilblain for many years is faintly hot.

  Liu Xiaoxiao, "Put away the chilblain ointment, and go to the town to get it to your brother when you have time."

  Gao Yuan said, "Mother, wipe some too, sister Miao brought a lot."

  Liu Xiaoxiao realized that the chilblain ointment she didn't see clearly when she hurried out was not one, but a stack.

   It seems that the little girl is not only thinking about her, but also about having a son in her family.

  Liu Xiaoxiao directed Gao Yuan, "Go wash the cabbage and radish, and mother will make some pickles and send them to Xiao Miao's house. I heard her say it last time, and I like it."

  Gao Yuan nodded hurriedly, "I'll go wash it right away, the pickles made by mother are the only delicious one."

   On the other side, Jiang Jinxu was a little surprised.

  The pain lasted until midnight, and he fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up in the morning, he found that his legs, which had been making troubles and forced him to lie in bed all day under three or four layers of quilts and covered with hot water, were no longer painful.

   It is true that there is no pain at all.

  Get out of bed and take two or three steps.

  No strange feeling.

  The boy stood in the simple room, with his head slightly lowered, and after a while, he smiled.

   "The county college will be on vacation in a few days. Otherwise, don't run back and forth, and have to worry about it, so just study at home." Jiang Dagui said when his younger brother said he would leave after eating.

  Ms. Jiang also eagerly hopes that Jiang Jinxu will be at home.

  The two were scolded by Mr. Jiang.

  Is it the same feeling to have a wife or not?

  Besides, Shu Xiu has already paid, wouldn’t it be a loss to study at home?

  As soon as this remark came out, no one was trying to persuade him to stay.

  Zhao Chunhan huddled in the corner and ate with his rice bowl, his expression shrunk as usual.

  Jiang Caier picked up meat for her brother, and told him to pay attention to his health when he went to the academy. It's been too cold recently.

   Regret flashed across the eyes of the second and fourth bedrooms.

  No one wants Jiang Jinxu to leave.

  When he was at home, in order to leave him a little bit of peace, Mrs. Jiang would also stop playing around.

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  Lu Jingzhi went to the county town for a stroll.

   Carrying an oiled paper bag containing pastries, she dangled towards the place where her sister and sister lived.

   This pastry shop is an old-fashioned shop, and Lu Jingzhi waited in line for a while to buy it.

   One of the secret small pancakes was the last pan of the day when it arrived at her, and it would be impossible to buy it later.

  She thought happily of sharing with her sisters and sisters after seeing them.

  So, when someone tried to steal her oil-paper bag, Lu Jingzhi was very angry.

  Last time I had a discussion with Xiaocuti about the bad law and order in the town, but this time it turned into not so good law and order in the county—is the county magistrate serious about being a county magistrate?

   "Ahhh!"

   Dodging the howling wind behind him, the hand of the visitor passed by wiping the cotton thread wrapped in oiled paper.

  The fingers that were severely pinched made a crisp sound, and the visitor couldn't help screaming.

  (end of this chapter)