All the people were angry and everyone was angry.

It is at this time that the aroma of meat floats everywhere and everyone is immersed in wonderful emotions, so this anger is not triggered.

When the flood almost flooded the village, the villagers wanted to catch the grandson, peeled the whole skin, sucked the tendons, and chopped the bones and fed them to the dog.

But now everyone is still very angry, very angry, screaming and trying to catch the grandson and kill him.

Changjin Village had been flooded before, but the river embankment had not been broken. It was just that the river water was flooded, but most of the houses in the village were in trouble, and the crops in the fields were completely destroyed. It was obvious that there were no harvests. How many villagers died and how many people left their hometowns because of this.

Now the pain is still there, and the people in Changjin Village are forced to recall the past again today, and the hatred in their hearts is flooded for a while.

Gu Xiang raised his eyebrows: "Scholar?"

The villagers spoke in unison, and everyone spoke in unison, as if the scholar was seen everywhere.

The descriptions are similar, with a white face and no beard, beautiful appearance, and hemorrhoids on the lower jaw.

Gu Xiang blinked, and was even more curious about the current drama. She could guess that there was something wrong here, but she couldn't guess what the person behind the scenes wanted to do.

In the past, she and her roommates watched TV. Every time she watched suspense movies, her roommates never thought about guessing riddles, but she always had a flash of inspiration, which made her guess right.

Her roommate always said that when watching suspense movies, you must have imagination. If you can guess the screenwriter’s thoughts, you will get twice the result with half the effort when deciphering them.

Gu Xiang doesn't have to be fooled at this time, everyone knows that the mastermind behind the scenes is probably the "Ephesian Liu".

As for the purpose, six or seventeen are related to the palace, well, the emperor in the palace, and the fictitious "son" of the official family that only exists in rumors recently.

But apart from guessing these, Gu Xiang could not see what he really was hiding from Eunuch Liu.

Gu Xiang could see his ruthlessness and his disgusting interests, but even if he saw it so deeply, he didn't know what he wanted to do at this time.

A group of villagers sat together, venting their anger at the outsiders while eating.

"I seemed to have seen the scholar on the back mountain. At that time, I saw that he was not a good person. Although he looked like a little white face, his eyes were full of evil spirits. Besides, if a good person was a good person, who would have done the disgusting thing about abducting his little lady, it was obviously not a good thing."

The old man chewed the cake. When he thought of this, he was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

If it weren't for this bite of cake and this bite of meat, the old man felt that he would have to give his life here this time!

"Because these shameless beasts were pissed to death, hum, the old man was so disappointed."

Although it is full of flocks, it is more important to build river embankments in the end.

After eating and drinking, the villagers gathered around and listened to Gu Xiang explaining the afternoon task and went to eat.

Gu Xiang broke it carefully and explained it to everyone.

Although Gu Xiang has worked part-time and worked as a tutor, it is never as difficult to teach these villagers.

When Gu Xiang taught Guzhuang's fellow villagers in the past, he exaggerated the motherland's achievements in education.

People who have received systematic education can receive new knowledge countless times faster than those who are illiterate and uneducated.

Gu Xiang was a teacher once, so tired that her hair fell out a lot. Fortunately, she had already survived. Now the villagers of Guzhuang have at least read some words. She didn't understand where she was teaching, at least she knew how to ask. Unlike when she first taught them, she was confused and numb, which made her almost doubt whether she was a big fool. She couldn't even say anything. After talking for a long time, she had spitted out, but everyone couldn't understand it at all.

Fortunately, Xiangzheng is a skilled job, and the villagers in Changjin Village also have a few elderly people who know river craftsmanship very well. The communication between them is quite smooth. Although it has been a little hard, everyone cooperates with each other and it takes more than two hours to repair the embankment.

The gap was blocked tightly. Old Hegong looked carefully, nodded and smiled as he looked, "Okay, I think it's better than before."

Gu Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already sunset, and Gu Xiang had eaten the meat cooked with them. There was still some soup left and some cakes. In the evening, Gu Xiang simply cut some mushrooms, added meat sauce, and slowly cooked them with the broth. The cakes were cut directly and stewed, and the taste was very fresh and strong.

After a day of hard work, after eating such a solid stewed cake, the feeling of satisfaction is even stronger than when I sit at home on weekdays.

"I've found that little white face, come here!"

Gu Xiang moved his shoulder blades and was squinting his eyes and enjoying the massage and kneading of the snow eagle, he heard a shout from a distance, and then all kinds of chaos came.

"Shan Nizi, what are you doing? Are you crazy? You, you do such a scandal, how can your mother live!"

Gu Xiang had just stood up and saw the east side of the village being brightly lit and crowded. A broken gong was yelling loudly, and there was a faint cry of sobs and sobbing.

Everyone on the edge of the river bank also stood up and ran over to see the situation in a mess.

Gu Xiang and Xueying looked at each other and mixed in the crowd and followed quietly.

At the east end of this village are several houses with stilt houses with water. Because Changjin Village has a lot of water, people like to build such stilt houses by the river, and they live higher to avoid moisture.

At this time, a stilt building was brightly lit inside and outside, and the yard in front of the door was full of people. Gu Xiang stood high, and when he looked out, he saw a pretty little lady standing at the door.

In the novels she wrote, the characters like village flowers are probably like this. Perhaps their skin is not so fair and translucent, but their eyebrows are beautiful, and they also have black and shiny hair. Compared with most country women with rough skin and gray teeth, they are much better-looking.

There was a person standing behind the little lady. Gu Xiang looked at her and thought it was the scholar she met, but when she looked carefully, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

The two people look very similar, and even the mole on the jaw is almost the same, but this scholar should be much more decent.

He is truly full of books. Looking at him through the light, he is the image of a serious scholar now.

The scholar was injured, with a piece of white cloth wrapped around his head, but his whole body looked bright and bright, quite decent. Seeing this, he was a little panicked, waved his hands repeatedly, and smiled bitterly: "Misunderstanding--"

"Misunderstood you!"

The old man at the door was so angry that his face turned red. He rushed to the scholar's head and fisted at the scholar's head. Other villagers also rushed forward, some people burst into hammers, some people slammed the fight, and they kept comforting each other, and were in chaos for a while.
Chapter completed!