Her tone was neither light nor heavy, without particularly severe hysterical accusations, and even a faint smile appeared on her weak and slightly pale face.

However, her eyes were lazy and high above and condescending, as if she was watching a group of ignorant ants.

The word "robber" nails this group of villagers who think they are pure and simple on the shelf of shame.

The peasant woman who just said she had taken away the table, chairs and benches while washing clothes by the river could not help but feel guilty. Even though Xiao Bao's mother did not specifically identify who the robber was, she always felt that she was talking about herself.

Many people present had the same idea as her.

"Miss Wei, who are you talking about?"

"Xiao Baoniang, they are all from the same village. It's a bit inappropriate for you to falsely accuse others like this, right?"

"Yes, let's talk about who is the robber?"

The villagers all went from guilt to righteousness.

What are you afraid of?

The orphan and widowed mother are not from their Lihua Village. Even if they know that they moved out of her house, would they still make a big deal?

The evil of human hearts is never unimaginable.

Feng Hua's lazy smile was light and cold. He noticed that Xiao Baozi's body trembled slightly. She reached out and held his white and tender little hand tightly, as if silently soothing.

He raised his head again, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, his eyes were like blades, cutting through the ugly faces of everyone.

"Some people know who the robbers are talking about. Although they are not speculative, I want to say something here-"

"Whoever takes my stuff within three days, no matter how you return it, I can leave it alone."

"otherwise……"

In the sun, she was wearing only an ordinary peasant woman's blue floral cloth dress. She was tied with a belt to her waist and smiled coldly.

Otherwise, she didn't say anything else, but the smile had a sarcastic and threatening smell.

Cold, no temperature at all.

The villagers looked at the woman standing in the yard holding the little boy in front of them. She was obviously wearing a warm sun, but her heart shivered.

Why does this little lady of the Wei family look like a... aristocrat now?

Evil.

However, it is impossible for these rural villagers to give up the benefits they have obtained by just a simple threat.

"Hmph, who has stole your stuff? Don't be wronged."

"Oh, I suddenly remember that there were still things cooking on the stove at home, so I stopped watching the excitement and went first."

"I have a stomachache, so I'll leave first."

One by one, the villagers who were gathering in the fun outside the yard immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

It seemed as if there was a beast behind me, and I was afraid that I would fall behind and be chased after a step slower.

In the blink of an eye, the crowded courtyard became empty.

Through the open door behind me, you can see that the room is empty, the tables, chairs, benches and carved wooden beds are all empty, and there is not even a candle left.

This scene is quite a bit like the desolate smell of cold tea.

Xiaobao's eyes were slightly red, "Mom, our home..." gone.

After all, I live from childhood to adulthood, and Xiao Baozi has a lot of feelings for it.

Fenghua is different.

She had just traveled to the original owner for a while. This place was just a place to live, and could not be called home, and there was no feeling of reluctance and pain.
Chapter completed!