Fang Zheng is handsome, elegant and elegant. Not to mention the unmarried girl in the village, I am afraid that even those in the town or even those in the county will be trembling when they see her.

If he hadn't been sick and weak, I'm afraid the original owner of Fang Zheng's wife would not have been able to sit in the position.

Looking at the actions of the two little girls, Feng Qing felt funny. One was called Jing Jie'er, and now two more were there. She looked at Fang Zheng with a smile.

I lived to twenty-five in my previous life. In this era, I am afraid that the children will be too young. The girl in her teens stared at her love rival with her eyes, and her mood was very complicated.

Fang Zheng looked cold and looked cold.

It was almost time to pass by the two little girls.

"Brother Fang Zheng, you, you're about to get off this broom star." One of the girls in a yellow jacket and skirt said stomping.

The sound sounded familiar. It turned out that the bright-looking one was Jie Jie. I didn’t expect that there was such a beautiful woman in this mountainous area.

Thinking about Fang Zheng's appearance, Feng Qing quickly felt relieved.

With his footsteps stopped, Fang Zheng's voice was as usual, "Who is the broom star?"

Although she was still this gentle face and her voice was even lighter than usual, Sister Jing felt a cold back. She looked at Fang Zheng uneasyly, took a step back carefully, and then she mustered up the courage and said, "Everyone in the Murakami said that she is a broom star. It was because Brother Fang Zheng that your elder brother fell into the trap."

I have never been to the mountains in the past, why did Fang Dalang get into trouble just after Brother Fang Zheng married this woman?

Originally, Sister Jing had not thought about this. Since yesterday afternoon, such words have been quietly circulating in the village. The more Jing Jie'er thought about it, the more she felt that this was mysterious. She was worried that something might happen to Brother Fang Zheng.

After all, Brother Fang Zheng is closest to this broom star.

"Who started to spread it?" Fang Zheng asked calmly.

"I, I don't know. Anyway, it's spread all over the village now. Brother Fang Zheng, you, you should stay away from her and save yourself from being implicated."

The corner of Feng Qing's mouth twitched.

She looked at Fang Zheng.

She is not a person here, and her thoughts cannot be synchronized with the women here, and she cannot be dead because of some rumors. Now she cares more about Fang Zheng's views.

If Fang Zheng believed it, then she would have to pack up her burden and leave.

"My wife is not a broom star." Fang Zheng stretched out his hand and held Feng Qing's hand, "My wife is a lucky star."

The touch on her hands was cold and not as warm as a healthy man, but Feng Qing felt that these slender and beautiful hands had cleared the haze in her heart.

She held Fang Zheng's hand in the backhand and whispered to thank him.

When the ox cart arrived, Fang Zheng's voice became louder, "Overyone fell into a trap and would definitely die for a lifetime, but the eldest brother had no worries about his life. As soon as his wife married into our Fang family, she could take out all the dowry and save my eldest brother. I want to ask what the person who arranged my wife was meant?"

Speaking of the last sentence, Fang Zheng's voice rose slightly.

A few villagers passing by also heard the rumors in private. Those who believed it was true felt a little blushed, and they hurriedly left with a dry laugh. After hearing Fang Zheng's words, they agreed, "Sanlang, your wife is a good person."

The money for his wife to dowry is his own. Who would be willing to take out his own money to save his uncle?

"Yes, your wife looks like a capable person, Saburo, please calm down. These are all messes of scattered mouths." An aunt holding a basket looked at Feng Qing, "Your wife looks good in this way."

"Thank you, Aunt Gong."

On the ox cart, Zhou Xiaohua's eyes flashed.

She was a woman who regarded her husband as the most. When she learned that Fang Dalang was injured and her entire soul was lost, she also heard rumors, and her full of worries made her believe it seven or eight.

I just saw Feng Qing's relaxed look on his face, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

But Fang Zheng's words made her a little indignation turn into guilt.

Yes, if an average person falls into a trap, he will lose his or her legs if he or she is less likely to lose his or her life. In Beitou Village on the other end of the mountain, a young man fell into a trap three years ago. After three days of pain, he still died.

Thinking of this, her Dalang is really lucky.

After Zhou Xiaohua figured it out, she felt more grateful to Feng Qing.
Chapter completed!