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

"Call Qingtong and Changsheng!" Mrs. Gu shouted. She finally understood who Gu Changsheng’s "cute person" was-Xia Qianqian! That dead girl's longevity soul was lost, and she was mad at her.

Mother Song said, "Madam, the third young master is not in good health. Are you willing to scold you?"

Mrs. Gu: "..." Of course I can't bear it. As long as Gu Changsheng acts like a baby, she will forgive him. However, Xia Qianqian cannot forgive!

"Madam, I think it's better to start with Xia Qianqian. After solving her, the third young master stopped thinking. I looked at the attitude of the third young master to Miss Han, and it was because of Xia Qianqian's attitude." Grandma Song said .

Mrs. Gu nodded, feeling reasonable.

"If the madam is at ease, leave this to the old slave to do." Mother Song took the initiative to ask.

Mrs. Gu agreed: "Just remember, don't make a big mess, and don't hurt her life."

"The old slave understands."

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In Yangliu Village, Xia Qianqian didn't know that the danger was about to come. After eating, he began to test Xia Yu's homework, and only sent Xia Yu back to his old Xia's house until it got dark.

She walked home by moonlight as usual. Suddenly a black figure sprang out from behind, bluffed her, and reflexively hid away.

"Xia Qianqian." The visitor took off his hood, revealing his full face and beard.

"Wang Hu?" Xia Qianqian cried secretly in his heart. Aren’t there village rules, can’t you just go to other villages to fight?

Wang Hu looked at Xia Qianqian bitterly: "Is wild pork delicious?"

"Well, it's okay." Xia Qianqian calmed down. Wang Hu is the only one tonight, and she can be beaten visually.

"The young master was attacked by you that day, so I won't let you go again today." Wang Hu greeted Xia Qianqian's face with a fist, and Xia Qianqian raised his hand to catch his fist.

Wang Hu froze for a moment, it must be the wrong way of his move! He wanted to retract his fist and swing it again, but he couldn't get it back no matter how hard he tried.

"Xia Qianqian, you?" Wang Hu was completely stunned this time, "Are you really born with brute force?"

"Didn't Jiang Ming tell you?" Xia Qianqian sneered, squeezing Wang Hu's fist with a small palm, "If I don't have the strength, can I hunt a wild boar?"

Wang Hu raised his foot and kicked towards Xia Qianqian. Only then did Xia Qianqian let go of his hand and swiftly hid to the side.

"In short, I won't let you go today! New hatred and old hatred are counted together!" Wang Hu is a burly figure, has gone hunting in the mountains for many years, and has developed a good skill. In a short time, Xia Qianqian can't subdue him empty-handed, and slowly falls. Downwind.

Wang Hu smiled triumphantly, raised his hand to wipe the corners of his lips, his eyes were vicious: "Smelly girl, I'm going to take your skin off today!"

"Come here, come!" Xia Qianqian opened her neck and shouted.

Wang Hu's face changed drastically: "Smelly girl, shut up!"

"Come here, come here!" Xia Qianqian shouted louder.

Neighbors nearby were all alarmed, and their lights turned on. Seeing the bad situation, Wang Hu hurried away.

The folks asked: "Qianqian, what's wrong?"

"Some people from outside the village are here, maybe they want to steal things in our village." Xia Qianqian said.

"This is New Year's Eve, and thieves are here." The villagers hated and feared, "You have to tell the village chief about this, and let him come up with an idea to help the village guard against thieves."

Xia Qianqian had this intention: "Indeed, fortunately I ran into it tonight. Otherwise, I don't know who is going to be ransacked."

The villagers went to discuss with the village chief, and Xia Qianqian went home after urinating. Uncle Liu stood by the road waiting for her, and asked worriedly, "Qianqian, is Wang Hu here?"