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

Willow Village

Taking advantage of the good weather, Xia Qianqian took the bedding at home to dry in the yard, and the two puppies circled around her feet.

Xia Dingfeng came to her with a frowning face: "Qianqian, help me to see what's wrong with my way of burning tiles. I burned a batch of tiles today and was scolded by your second uncle."

"Oh? Let me listen to you."

Xia Qianqian sat in the yard, listening to Xia Dingfeng talk about the process of burning tiles, and gave some pointers from time to time. Two little black dogs chased and played beside her.

After a while, Xia Dingfeng, who had acquired the skills, hummed a little song and left. After walking halfway, he turned back, and mysteriously handed Xia Qianqian a broken book: "I stole this from your second uncle's room, I can't read, can you help me see what's written on it? "

The book was torn and the corner was stained with blood.

Xia Qianqian opened it and was surprised to find that it was an account book. The people who write are not highly literate, the writing is ugly, and the way of recording is not standardized.

But the handwriting is very familiar!

This is the word of Xia Dingshan!

Xia Qianqian opened her eyes wide in shock, and a storm surged in her heart. How can the account book that Dad used himself be in the hands of the second uncle?

"Qianqian, what's written on it?" Xia Dingfeng asked.

Xia Qianqian blinked her eyes hard, barely controlling her mood. She pretended to be calm and said, "It's very complicated, and there are some tile-burning techniques in it. I can't understand it for a while. You leave the book and I'll tell you when I've studied it."

"Sure, then I'll come back tomorrow!"

Xia Dingfeng left happily.

Xia Qianqian was holding the account book with blood, and her mood could no longer be calm.

She went back to the house and asked Qin Xue, "Mother, does Lao Xia's family have an account book?"

"Apart from your father, they don't know how to read, how can there be any account books?" Qin Xue said with a smile.

"Then how does my grandma manage the accounts?" Xia Qianqian asked again.

Qin Xue said: "Every time you sell tiles, your father will hand in the amount. When the family has expenses, ask your grandma to ask for it. Your grandma is shrewd, but she can manage money, and no one wants to take a cent from her. money."

"Then have you seen my father use the account book in private?"

"No. However, I heard your father say that he has a book that records the addresses of regular customers from other places, and some purchase records. I can't see it, and I don't really understand it."

Xia Qianqian took out the bloody account book from her sleeve: "Mother, is this this book?"

"I can't see clearly." Qin Xue shook her head, "Where did you get the book?"

"The third uncle gave it to me. He said it was stolen from the second uncle's room."

Qin Xue's face changed suddenly: "In your second uncle's room?"

"Well, that's why I think it's weird. After my father died, what they wanted was the technique of burning tiles. I've written it out by default. What's the second uncle keeping an account book for?"

Qin Xue also felt strange: "Qianqian, take a good look at what is written on the account book."

"Okay." Xia Qianqian closed the door and read page by page under the light under the window.

In fact, this is not an account book in the true sense, it is more like Xia Dingshan's "diary". The number of watts ordered, the output of watts, and some summaries of his experience were recorded in numbers.

Most of them are related to business. After two-thirds of the research, Xia Qianqian saw a sentence: "Second brother is too selfish, and the family may change."

Xia Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, and she continued to scroll back, reading every word carefully, for fear of missing any clues.

She once again realized strongly that Xia Dingshan's death was related to Xia Dinghai!

Finally, she saw messy handwriting on one of the pages: "Brother, you want to kill me."