Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

When the officers and soldiers blocked the road just now, the coachman hid in panic and no one was seen yet.

Zhao Zhizhi took a deep breath and roared like a lion from Hedong, "Uncle Guan, the government servant has left. Come out quickly. We have to continue on our way."

After yelling, Zhao Zhizhi looked around, but found no movement, not even a single figure.

This man couldn't be so stupid as to run away without even taking the cart. After all, the mule cart was worth a few taels of silver.

Suddenly, the car swayed twice, and Zhao Zhizhi was so frightened that he hurriedly picked up the sleeping little boy and took two steps back with a look of horror on his face.

Seeing that she was frightened, Zhao Yimu immediately came over to block her behind him, staring fiercely at the mule cart.

After a while, the driver got out from under the car body in disgrace.

Noticing the surprised looks in the two brothers and sisters' eyes, he slapped the dirt on his body awkwardly, "Well, I'm afraid that I'll hold you back when the fight starts, so..."

Zhao Zhizhi smiled when he heard this, but did not expose him. He only said: "You are still thoughtful."

It was getting late, and I had to get home before dark. Now that I had a child with me, it would be extremely inconvenient to encounter anything on the road.

Just as he was thinking about it, the driver suddenly said "Hey".

He stared at the little boy in Zhao Zhizhi's arms and said uncertainly: "I seem to have seen this child somewhere."

Before Zhao Zhizhi had time to ask, the driver slapped his thigh and said loudly and happily:

"I remembered, isn't this the grandson of Aunt Zhou?"

Judging from his tone, he must be familiar with the child's family. Zhao Zhizhi lowered his head and glanced at the child in his arms, then turned to discuss with Zhao Yimu:

"Brother, we are not far from home anyway. Why don't we go down and take a few more steps and let Uncle Guan take the child home first."

Zhao Yimu was not so kind and subconsciously disagreed with his sister's idea, but he did not refuse after all. He just silently picked up the miscellaneous packages and jumped out of the car.

After the driver left, Zhao Zhizhi carried the remaining packages and caught up with Zhao Yimu, "Brother, are you feeling unhappy?"

Zhao Yimu stopped, turned around and glared at her, then sighed again:

"Sister, you have changed since what happened to Li Xiucai. It's nothing to do with you. A man should suffer more. I just feel sorry for you and don't want you to be wronged because of someone who doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly, at this time, Zhao Yimu still cared about her.

Zhao Zhizhi was so moved that her eyes were sore, and her heart was as warm as a furnace. She understood that it would take time to change Zhao Yimu, but no matter what happened, she would never give up.

"Brother, I am not wronged at all by doing this. Don't you want to know why I have changed so much?" Zhao Zhizhi told her exactly what happened on the day she came here.

Zhao Yimu became furious after hearing this, "It's unreasonable. They accuse you without asking the reason. I will settle accounts with them one by one later."

The corner of Zhao Zhizhi's mouth twitched slightly, and she knew the result was like this, "Brother, the matter is over. Besides, your sister didn't suffer the consequences later. I said this to tell you that you and the second brother and the third brother will also have it." On the day I get married, I want my future sister-in-law to marry you willingly, instead of being wary of losing face again."

Zhao Yimu sneered disdainfully: "Don't worry, sister, as long as your future sister-in-law dares to steal a man, I will break her legs."

Zhao Zhizhi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, no, it was all in vain.

Due to the drought, the roads in the village became a bit rough and difficult to walk. When they returned home, the two brothers almost collapsed from exhaustion.

After briefly tidying up, the two of them went back to their houses.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy. Zhao Zhizhi was thirsty and wanted to get some water from the tank in the woodshed.

When he walked into the courtyard, he inadvertently raised his eyes and happened to see a black figure on the tree.

Zhao Zhizhi shivered with fright, and the sleepyhead immediately ran away. She swallowed, picked up a brick on the ground, and approached it cautiously.

However, just when she was still a few steps away from the big tree in the courtyard, the black shadow on the tree suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Zhizhi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly threw down the bricks and turned around to run back to the house.

Little did she know, the black shadow was standing behind her. Seeing that she was about to rush into her, he kindly moved to the side to make space.

Zhao Zhizhi's eyes widened and he was about to scream, "Help..."

After only uttering one syllable, his mouth was covered. Zhao Zhizhi struggled in fear.

Wei Shao had to whisper in her ear: "Shh, don't scream, Miss Zhao, it's me."

Zhao Zhizhi recognized who the voice was. He breathed a sigh of relief and angrily took his hand away, "Young hero, do you know that scaring people will scare them to death? Why wander around without sleep in the middle of the night!"

After finishing speaking in one breath, she turned back and looked at Wei Shao dissatisfied.

The next second, Zhao Zhizhi was stunned by the beauty.

Under the looming moonlight, the man is like a cold god above the nine heavens, exuding a charming and dangerous aura.

Wei Shao cupped his hands in a good temper, "Sorry, I scared you. I just couldn't sleep. I came out to get some air."

Zhao Zhizhi came back to his senses and hurriedly wiped his mouth with his hand to make sure he was not drooling before clearing his throat and pretending to be honest:

"When people can't sleep, they usually have something on their minds. Why don't I teach you a way to vent your anger, and I'll make sure you sleep better than ever after."

Wei Shao wanted to tell her that there was basically no such possibility. The habit formed in the army made him only sleep half-deep, and he would wake up instantly at the slightest movement.

But by some strange mistake, he did not tell the truth. Instead, he pretended to be curious and asked, "Please give me some advice from Miss Zhao."

Zhao Zhizhi smiled proudly, raised his hands, breathed twice, rubbed his hands again, and got into a posture, "Look, I'll only do it once."

Not to mention, this feeling of pretentiousness is really great.

Zhao Zhizhi thought happily, preparing to do a beautiful handstand.

However, she forgot one important thing. Although her posture was very standard, the fat all over her body was not for display.

When her feet rose into the air, the hand that was supporting her on the ground immediately began to feel a dull pain. She was shaking as if she had been injected with blood. Seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, Zhao Zhizhi simply closed her eyes, preferring to pretend to be dizzy rather than see Wei Shao. The mockery on his face.

The expected pain did not come. Instead, his back came into contact with a harder but warm place.

Before Zhao Zhizhi opened his eyes, his hand subconsciously reached behind to explore.

While touching it, she mentally evaluated it with relish.

"This looks like a man's abdominal muscles. Oh my god, is it eight pieces? This feels so exciting."