Chapter 39: Waiting to catch the wicked

Xia Qianqian was holding the fire in her heart, working more and more vigorously, did not rest at noon, only burned two potatoes in the field to satisfy her hunger.
Xia Dinghai came again, gloating and asking: "Qianqian, who did you offend?"
"I don't know." Xia Qianqian looked up at Xia Dinghai and continued to work.
Xia Dinghai squatted down and said, "It seems that your father really taught you how to burn tiles. The tiles did a good job."
Xia Qianqian ignored him.
Xia Dinghai said again: "You must have made enemies in the village. Your business is definitely not going to work, and it doesn't matter how much you do. Come home with me!"
"Second Uncle, did you do what happened last night?" Xia Qianqian asked.
"Nonsense, how could I do such a thing?" Xia Dinghai lowered his face in displeasedness.
"My tile was ruined last night, and today my second uncle came to call me to go home, which is reminiscent." Xia Qianqian raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, squinting at Xia Dinghai.
Xia Dinghai said: "You girl, don't know good people!"
"I'm definitely going to continue burning tiles, no one can stop me."
"Okay, if you are ambitious, then you go ahead."
Xia Dinghai walked away, Qin asked in a low voice, "Qianqian, do you think it will be your second uncle?"
"Not necessarily." Xia Qianqian smiled carelessly, "No matter who it is, I won't let him go."
At the end of the day, Xia Qianqian made three hundred tiles. With yesterday’s experience, we can make tiles quickly and well today. But what is the use of doing more? Can't bear to be destroyed by others.
"Mother, I'm not afraid."
Xia Qianqian left a thread in the field and drew it all the way to the house, tied it behind the door, and tied a small bell. As long as someone moved the line in the field, she would know immediately. She also prepared the tools for thieves-the shovel.
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At the same time, the Jiang family
As soon as Mrs. Jiang entered the house, she closed the door and whispered, "I'll find out. Xia Qianqian made 300 tiles today and left them at the place yesterday."
The excitement was hard to conceal in his tone.
"Okay." Father Jiang patted his thigh vigorously, his eyes gleaming with excitement and stern light, "Dare to beat Laozi, she can't stay in Yangliu Village when she gets old!"
Jiang Li broke both hands and couldn't move with the splint. He said in fear, "Father, what if she hits you?"
"Now it's frost and dew again at night, can she still stay in the field? She freezes to death!" Father Jiang said.
Mother Jiang prepared a wind lantern: "Old Jiang, take the lantern at night and see if there are people in the fields. If there are people in the fields, you pretend to be passing by and no one will do it again."
"Okay." Father Jiang said, "The dead girl relied on her own brute force to think she was invincible. I must let her know how powerful it is!"
"Her home is hundreds of meters away from the field, even if she hears the noise, she can't catch me."
Everything is ready, just wait to do it.
The three of the Jiang family felt very relieved, but they couldn't fight, wouldn't they think otherwise?
The night darkened gradually. At the time of the third shift, Father Jiang picked up a wooden stick and went out carrying a wind lantern.
The village has fallen into a deep sleep, it is pitch black, insects chirping, and occasionally dogs barking.
Jiang Li raised the corners of his lips triumphantly. When he passed by the thatched house, he stopped and listened. There was no movement inside, and he should have fallen asleep.
Like last night, in the fields where he was familiar with the road, rows of tiles stood neatly on the layer of fine sand.
"Smelly girl, I won't let you burn into tiles and starve you to death!" Jiang Li put down the lantern and moved forward with a stick.