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

These words were not written with pen, but with charcoal. The charcoal powder suppressed a lot of numbers, making the accounts unclear.

Thinking about it, the writing was in a hurry, so I didn't bother to turn the pages and wrote it directly on the account book.

Could it be that this was written by Xia Dingshan before he died?

At that time, it was Xia Dinghai who went with Xia Dingshan to deliver tiles, and this "brother" was Xia Dinghai!

Xia Dingshan was indeed killed by Xia Dinghai!

Xia Qianqian was anxious and hated, and thousands of emotions were surging in her chest. How can this be? For that little bankruptcy, he murdered his brother!

"Qianqian, what's wrong with you?" Qin Xue asked, sensing that something was wrong.

Xia Qianqian looked at Qin Xue, her beautiful facial features were gentle and delicate under the sun. She used to be a man's favorite, and she was charming in the palm of her hand. But all this was destroyed by Xia Dinghai.

"mother……"

Xia Qianqian choked up, now she can't wait to bring Xia Dinghai to justice immediately.

However, the account book left by Xia Dingshan alone is not enough. She had no way to prove that those charcoal characters belonged to Xia Dingshan.

"Qianqian, why are you crying?" Qin Xue panicked, this was the first time she saw her eldest daughter cry.

"I don't." Xia Qianqian clenched her small fist. Xia Dinghai, wait, I will definitely bring you to justice!

Qin Xue said, "Did you miss Yu'er? Actually, Yu'er is very capable of taking care of herself, so you don't have to worry. The day after tomorrow when the private school is closed, Yu'er can go home."

Xia Qianqian couldn't explain, and didn't want to explain, so she nodded sullenly: "Well."

She kept the account book carefully, and decided to go to Lao Xia's house for a walk, waiting for the opportunity to find evidence.

Why did the second aunt hold down the second uncle, because she knew that the second uncle killed Xia Dingshan!

...

Song shi stood at the door, basking in the sun with sunflower seeds.

Since Xia Yu was taken away, she hated Xia Qianqian thoroughly, and when she saw Xia Qianqian turn her head, she went into the house and closed the door.

"Second aunt." Xia Qianqian called out with a smile, "Aunt said, I can go back to the old Xia's house at any time, why did you close the door? What's the matter, you won't let me in?"

Song Shi sternly opened the door again.

Xia Qianqian didn't go in, but stood under the steps and talked to Song: "Second Aunt, Shanshan is doing well in the county, and my aunt is so kind to her."

"Humph!" Mrs Song snorted coldly, with a proud look on her brows, "My family, Shanshan, is going to stay in the county!"

"It's really good, it's really enviable." Xia Qianqian pretended to be flattering, "It is said that the daughter is the mother's little padded jacket. If this daughter is raised well, she will be better than the son! When a daughter is married, she is stepping on the springboard, but the boy can only guard Take care of the family business and work hard without complaining.”

Song shi loves to hear this. In the future, her daughter will marry in the county seat, won't she be more beautiful than the two sons of the third family?

At this moment, Mrs. Yang came out of the house. Song Shi said loudly, "Isn't that right? Where is the daughter worse than the son? As soon as the springboard is stepped on, the sparrow turns into a phoenix. But some people don't understand it, and they think that it is very honorable to have a son."

Mrs Yang's face sank and she became angry: "Second sister-in-law, who are you referring to when Sang scolded Huai?"

"I didn't say anyone, I was talking to Xia Qianqian!" Song Shi hummed, feeling very happy.

When Mr. Yang heard that Xia Qianqian was also there, he hurried out and smiled: "Oh, Qianqian is here? Come and sit at home."

"Third aunt." Xia Qianqian smiled and asked, "Is my third uncle still working in the kiln?"

"Yes, there is a small business at home recently, but he is very busy. It's hard to leave early and come back late. Your third uncle, it's just hard work." Mrs. Yang rolled her eyes at Mrs. Song.