After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

"Xia Qianqian, stop for me!" Grandpa Xia threw the dry pipe to the ground and stood up, "What is your attitude?"

"What's wrong with me?" Xia Qianqian blinked innocently with clear eyes.

"Pick up things immediately and go home with us!" Grandpa Xia directly gave the order to die, with a fierce tone.

Qin gave him a frightened look, and looked at his daughter worriedly.

Xia Qianqian sneered and said, "Grandpa, if this man says something, he can swallow it back? At the beginning, we cried and begged you not to drive us away, but you didn't leave any affection, a bag of small potatoes, a broken truck. So we sent the three of us mother and daughter. Now that I have the ability, I want to pick us up again. Doesn't my face hurt?"

The face, of course, hurts.

Xia Qianqian's words are like invisible slaps, bang. bang. bang!

Grandpa Xia had never been stunned like this in his life. He blushed and his neck was thick and furious: "Xia Qianqian, is this your attitude towards the elders?"

"Grandpa, is this your attitude towards juniors?" Xia Qianqian asked back.

Grandpa Xia jumped up, and was pulled by Grandma Xia: "Old man, don't be angry. If you have anything to say, please."

Grandpa Xia looked at his younger son's still black wrist, and didn't have the guts to go to Xia Qianqian, so he sat down on the steps of Grandma Xia, still sternly: "In short, I have the final say about the Xia family."

"Unfortunately, I'm not from your old Xia family. The separation was done a few days ago, but the village head personally presided over it. The villagers watched it. Oh, yes, the housekeeper of the landlord’s house in the town also saw everything. All came according to the rules."

When it comes to the landlord's house, the Xia family has scruples. The Gu family renovates the house at the end of each year, so it is time for them to order new tiles.

But, the more this time, the less able to let Xia Qianqian burn out tiles!

"Xia Qianqian, the job of burning tiles belongs to our old Xia family. I will never allow you to stand on your own!" Grandma Xia said.

"Who stipulated that the old Xia family burned tiles, others can't burn them? Why don't you say that there are so many tile workers in Shiliba Village? Why don't you let me do it, fortunately we were once a family!" Xia Qianqian sneered, "This happened yesterday. I declared with my two uncles, this tile, I will burn it!"

"I don't know what is good or bad! I want to sue the officer!" Grandpa Xia was furious.

Qin shook, and almost knelt down to beg for mercy, but Xia Qianqian stretched out his hand and lifted it, but didn't kneel.

"Sue! I didn't steal one or two. It's you who treat your son's widow and children so harshly, aren't you afraid of being punished by the official?" Xia Qianqian is full of confidence and has no fear at all.

Her attitude of not eating hard and soft made the Xia family angry. Taking advantage of the large number of people today, Xia Dingfeng wanted to avenge yesterday's revenge, so he must raise his fist.

Xia Qianqian stuffed Xia Yunyun into Qin's arms, accumulating energy in his hands, ready to fight back.

What's more, these black-hearted guys, don't give them a bit of color, and look at the tigers as sick cats!

"Is Miss Xia here?"

At this moment, a gentle, polite, man's voice came from outside the door.

Xia Qianqian didn't know who was coming, and reflexively responded, "I'm here."

"Bah!" Grandma Xia spit, "Shameless little hoof, the wild man who didn't know where it hooked, found home early!"

It is about the daughter's reputation, Qin can't help but say: "Mother, don't talk nonsense. Our family Qianqian is an innocent and good girl."