Chapter 19: Where did the book go? (Little peanut birthday plus more)

Qin twisted his clothes tightly, his face pale. Yu'er is only five years old and weak. How can he stand the abuse?
Seeing that Qin was shaken, the Song family took out a few pieces of silver from his arms: "Sister-in-law, you give me the book. Not only will I not abuse Yu'er, but I will give you the silver. With the silver, you can give Qianqian his legs. , It’s great to get Yunyun medicine."
"Cough..." At this moment, Xia Yunyun coughed a few times.
Qin's heartache is like a knife. Her three children, injuries, illnesses, and one could be abused at any time.
"Sister-in-law, do you think about it? With the money, you can see Xia Yunyun." Song's eyebrows smiled, thinking that he was about to succeed.
Qin gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't. I was suddenly driven out by you, and I couldn't bring anything."
"But the book is not at home, I have already looked for it." Song said.
With tears in Qin's eyes, his voice was stern: "Then it may be taken away by my grandfather and robbed by bandits."
The Song family looked at her for a while, believed, and went home and told Xia Dinghai about the matter.
Xia Dinghai said: "Impossible, I searched the body of the eldest brother at the time, there is no book!"
"But the Qin family is not like a liar. I threatened her with torture Yuer. She was almost crazy at the time. If there is a book, she will definitely hand it over." Song family frowned strangely, "The book is not Will it be taken away by the third room?"
Xia Dinghai's face changed drastically.
Xia Dingfeng was a few years younger than him, and he was the most sleazy of the brothers. Maybe he was the first to get on the ground.
"I'm going to find the third child." Xia Dinghai stood up angrily and went to the third child to settle accounts.
As soon as the Xia family entered the courtyard, Dafang and the old two lived in the main room. The third and second old families lived in the East and West respectively. A few steps passed through the courtyard in the middle.
The three brothers, Li Xia Dingfeng, likes to be lazy and slippery. At the moment, he is lying in bed comfortably, asking his wife Yang to press his back.
Xia Dinghai felt hot eyes when he entered, and asked angrily: "Lao San, did you take the book?"
"What book?" Xia Dingfeng asked lazily.
"The "Tile Burning Technique" written by Brother."
Upon hearing this, Xia Dingfeng immediately sat up, "Didn't you take the book?"
"I didn't take it." Xia Dinghai said with a sullen face, "The third son, now the eldest brother is gone, and the burning of the tiles is yours and mine. If the tiles cannot be burned well, our house will be finished."
Yang was upset: "Second brother, what did you say? Are you suspicious that we took the book?"
"There are only a few people in the family. Who else can I have if you are not you?" Xia Dinghai said.
"What if it is taken away by Qin?" Yang snorted coldly.
Xia Dinghai was silent for a while and said, "Qin's side, your second wife has already asked about it. She didn't take it."
"Oh, brother, your hands and feet are swift!" Yang sneered with yin and yang weirdly, "I also said that burning tiles is a matter for the two brothers. It turns out that the second brother wants to swallow the "Tile Burning Technique" and the family business!"
Xia Dinghai was robbed of white, and his face was blue and red: "Don't talk nonsense, third sibling, elder brother walked in a hurry, and he didn't tell us many tile burning skills. I am looking for books for the inheritance of the Xia family!"
"It's so nice. People who don't know thought you were the head of the Xia family!" Yang rolled his eyes, and didn't believe Xia Dinghai's nonsense.
Xia Dinghai became angry: "Third siblings, be careful! My parents are still around, so it’s not my turn to be the head of the youngest. Burning tiles is the craft on which the Xia family depends. If we lose the craft, our whole family will be hungry. !"