Quick Transmigration: The host is super good!

I don’t know if it was because he had done something wrong, but Uncle Liu walked very carefully, trying to avoid people from the village along the way, and he would stop and look back from time to time.

Fortunately, the crops in the field were tall enough, and Chen Yuan was now relatively short, so there was enough space for him to hide. She followed him not too far away, and was never discovered by him.

Originally, she planned to wait for people to reach a remote place and then go up and capture the person for interrogation, but unexpectedly, Uncle Liu suddenly turned around and walked out of the village.

His hunched back straightened slightly, and his wrinkled, dark-yellow face showed obvious excitement, which looked particularly strange.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but retract his hand that was about to take action. Logically speaking, his plan against the Ding family failed this time. Even if he wasn't depressed, he should be disappointed. Why did he look so happy?

When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong. Chen Yuan decided to let him go for now and see what he was up to, so he continued to follow him quietly.

They followed him all the way to the town. Uncle Liu walked into an alley, looked around carefully, and when he saw that there was no one around, he knocked on the small door rhythmically.

He didn't have to wait long before the door opened a crack. Without any conversation between the two sides, he quickly slipped in.

Looking at that sneaky look, you can tell at a glance that he's up to no good.

Chen Yuan looked at the tightly closed door thoughtfully. He did not rush in, but walked along the high wall to find the main gate of the house. On the imposing door lintel were written the two large characters "Lu Mansion".

Before she could figure out how the Lu family, which was obviously a wealthy family in the town, could be related to an ordinary farmer in the village, a middle-aged man walked out the door, and when he saw her, he looked disgusted and tried to drive her away.

"Go away, go away, where did you come from, you beggar? How dare you come to the gate to beg for food? Get out of here right now, or I'll break your legs!"

Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was scolding him. He looked down and saw that she was indeed wearing tattered clothes. These clothes were worn by the original owner's aunt when she was a child and had seven or eight patches on them.

Dante's family members are very hardworking. They patch their clothes neatly and wash them cleanly. How can they be equated with beggars?

"I'm talking to you, little beggar, why don't you get out of here?" The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and raised his chin arrogantly, revealing two tufts of black hair under his nostrils. "Don't you see where this is? How can someone like you come here?"

Those who didn't know would think he was the owner of the house, but when Shen Yuan saw his attire, he realized that he was most likely just the housekeeper. If a servant could be so arrogant, the character of this family was probably not much better.

Not intending to argue with such an arrogant person, she glanced at the door lintel again and turned to leave. After she walked far away, she could still hear the voice of the housekeeper shouting at the servant to clean the floor.

Chen Yuan was unperturbed by this form of humiliation. He just felt that things were becoming increasingly bizarre. An ordinary country man could actually use evil magic to harm others and even involve the wealthy families in the town.

What is the connection between them? Do the Ding family have some hidden identities? It seems that we still need to ask the original owner's grandparents or parents.

But she was not in a hurry. After all, things would be figured out one day. When she passed by a bun shop, she bought two meat buns to fill her hungry stomach.

Thinking of how poor her family was, she wanted to buy some things, but on the one hand, she was a child and all the bags would stand out too much, and on the other hand, it would be difficult to explain to the villagers, so it was better to suppress this impulse.

In the end, he only bought some snacks for the little ones, exchanged them for a piece of worn cloth to wrap it, and went home with the cloth in his hand.

When he reached the village entrance, he took out a piece of silver weighing about five taels from the space and walked leisurely back home.

When she met familiar people along the way, she imitated the original owner and called them obediently.

The original owner was a rather quiet person, and since she was still young, no one paid much attention to her.

Therefore, no one noticed anything wrong, and no one paid attention to the small cloth bag in her hand, and she returned to the Ding family very smoothly.

"You still remember to come back?" Unfortunately, I ran into Mrs. Ding head-on. The old lady pulled a long face and started to blame me.

"I just said a few words to you, but you turned your back on your wife and ran away for most of the day. If you have the guts, don't ever come back to this house again in your life!"

This sound is almost as loud as a thunderbolt.

Shen Yuan rubbed his ears, and before she continued to speak, he quickly spread out his hand and handed it to her: "Grandma, look what I picked up?"

Old Mrs. Ding was only in her forties, and her eyesight was not blurry. She saw the object clearly at a glance and exclaimed, "Silver?!"

"Where did you come from?" Without waiting for her to answer, the old lady glanced outside warily, rushed over in two or three steps to close the door, then pulled her into the house and asked in a low voice, "Tell me the truth, did you steal money from others?"

"..."

Shen Yuan was completely speechless. Did the old lady still trust her granddaughter? Besides, didn't she just say that she picked it up?

295 said weakly: That’s right, the big devil picked it up in someone else’s warehouse, although the unlucky guy is not in this small world...

"Grandma, I picked it up," she emphasized the word "picked up," "I didn't steal it."

"Who would be so stupid as to drop such a large sum of silver? Do you think I, an old woman, am stupid?" Old Mrs. Ding curled her lips, her face full of disbelief.

"Then where do you think I can steal?" Chen Yuan spread his hands, "With my timid hands and feet, how can others not notice?"

Mrs. Ding was speechless for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she asked again in disbelief, "Did you really pick it up?"

"real……"

"Where did you pick it up? Tell me what happened." Old Mrs. Ding looked serious.

Chen Yuan had no idea what was going on, so he just made up a story: "It was at the entrance of the town, at that time..."

"You even went to town! You're just a little girl, running so far, are you trying to save your life? What if you run into a beggar?"

The old lady raised her palm to hit him, but Chen Yuan dodged it neatly. She was so angry that she chased him and cursed: "How dare you hide! I must teach you a lesson today. If you continue like this, it will be a rebellion!"

"What happened?"

The whole family ran out when they heard the noise. Little Sister Ding hurried over to stop her mother, while Aunt Ding San ran in front of Chen Yuan to block him. The younger ones also gathered around her, protecting her tightly.

"Mom, let's talk nicely. Xiao Cui is still young..."

"Little brat! She's so brave that she even dared to run to the town alone!" Old Mrs. Ding cursed angrily, "You all protect her one by one, or one day you'll spoil her so much that her courage will fly to the sky and poke a hole in the sky!"