Old Chen's house, West House.
Yang Ruolan frowned as she looked at the food and meat poured into the urine bucket.
I am really, really hungry, but I have to endure it no matter how hungry I am.
I want to see what the Qian family does tonight!
Yang Ruolan lay on the bed fully clothed, put down the curtain, and hid a pair of scissors under the pillow.
At night, it gradually became quiet.
There was a lamp on the table in front of the bed, and the light in the room was so dim.
Yang Ruolan was lying on the bed, not even the slightest bit sleepy.
She remembered that some time ago, when she was lying on the bed at this time, she fell asleep.
I didn't eat the food sent by Qian tonight, so I really didn't feel sleepy at all.
It seems that there is something wrong with the food.
She raised her ears and quietly caught the movement at the door.
Everything was so quiet, and there was the sound of foot-washing water being poured from the yard next door.
Then the door was bolted and everyone was ready to go to bed.
Yang Ruolan waited quietly, waiting...
The night was quiet, there was no sound.
I don't know how much time passed, but she gradually became a little sleepy.
I yawned, turned over, and told myself that I couldn't sleep, but I still couldn't help but close my eyelids.
Drowsily, she felt the bed move.
Then, someone was tugging at her quilt.
Soon, a rough big hand touched her waist, caressed it, and stuffed it directly into her pajamas...
Yang Ruolan shuddered and opened her eyes.
The candlelight cast a hunched black shadow on the tent inside the bed.
Yang Ruolan was shocked, pulled out the scissors from under the pillow, and turned over.
A pair of scissors pierced the body of the black figure behind him.
It must have hit her shoulder, and the blood spurted out and splashed onto her face, which was warm.
The man screamed, rolled out of the tent, clutching his shoulders, and fell to the ground.
"Yes, my aunt will kill you!"
Yang Ruolan was furious and jumped out of bed, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. The scissors were dripping with blood.
"It's you?"
She saw clearly that the person who fell to the ground was none other than Wangfu from the village.
This Wangfu is several years older than her father, Yang Hualin.
He has a mother-in-law and children, and the children are all married.
Usually when I have nothing to do, I squat in the corner and watch the women passing by.
He is notorious in the village for being an alcoholic and beating his wife when he drinks too much. Yang Ruolan hates such old men the most.
"You beast, I'll kill you!"
Thinking of the abnormal marks on her body, Yang Ruolan understood everything.
She waved the scissors like crazy, poking Wangfu.
Wangfu was so frightened that he peed his pants and struggled to run out, begging for mercy.
"It's none of my business. Your stepmother took money from me and asked me to sleep with you."
"I want you to find her!"
After saying these words, Wangfu ran out of the west room in a hurry.
Yang Ruolan chased out of the west room and found that Qian and a man from Yujiacun were also in the hall.
Seeing this situation, Qian and others were surprised.
"Run, run!"
While driving Wangfu and the old cousin from Yujiacun to the door, Qian said to Yang Ruolan: "You go ahead and make a scene. If the whole village knows about it, you will be embarrassed!"
Yang Ruolan drove the Qian family out of the courtyard, bolted the courtyard door, ran back to the house, and bolted the door.
Then, she threw away the scissors, knelt on the ground, hugged her shoulders and cried.
"Girl Lan, what's going on in your yard? What happened?"
The neighbor's wife across the wall poked her head and shouted in this direction.
Yang Ruolan quickly covered her mouth and blew out the lamp on the table.
"Go to sleep in the middle of the night and don't disturb our neighbors!"
Outside, the neighbor's wife muttered a few words and then went back to the house to sleep.
The room here is pitch dark.
The pale moonlight came in through the window and shone on Yang Ruolan's side.
She fell to the ground, leaning against the cold wall behind her, crying and cursing in the dark, as desperate as a homeless little beast.
…
At dawn, Yang Ruolan made a bold decision.
There was no hope for Risong that day, and she had to find her own way out.
She wants to leave Changping Village and go to the town or the county seat.
In the past, when she lived in the town and county, several young men from wealthy families liked her.
No matter what she tried, she had to get close to them.
As long as one of them is still obsessed with her beauty, she will be his concubine.
It's better than staying in this ghost place and being molested by those old men in Wangfu!
Yang Ruolan rushed back to her house and rummaged through the cabinets to find the dozen or so taels of silver that Yang Hualin had given her when she got married.
However, the cabinet was turned over and the money was nowhere to be found.
"Impossible, I remember hiding it under this cabinet!"
Yang Ruolan grabbed her hair, which was as messy as a bird's nest, and continued to rummage around the house.
"What are you looking for?"
A sharp female voice came in.
Yang Ruolan turned around and saw Qian with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the door of the west room, looking here with a half-smile.
"Did you, old bitch, steal my money?"
She rushed to Qian.
Qian glanced sideways at Yang Ruolan and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
"Who are you calling a bitch?" Qian asked.
Yang Ruolan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her face turned pale with anger.
"Give me my money back!"
She stretched out her hand towards Qian.
Qian sneered and shook his head: "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"No way?" Yang Ruolan gritted her teeth and stretched out a pair of long nails to scratch Qian's face.
Qian was not careful and was grabbed by Yang Ruolan, and his face immediately started to bleed.
"Oh, you little lang, you dare to hit me, you are seeking death!"
Qian reached out his hand and grabbed Yang Ruolan's hair.
Pulling and pulling, Yang Ruolan felt as if her scalp was about to split, and her feet were stumbling even more.
Then he was pushed to the ground by Qian.
Qian Shi spat on Yang Ruolan.
"I can't stand a pretentious piece of shit like you."
"The young lady's body and maid's life are selfish and mean. She is a piece of shit who doesn't even recognize her own father and brother!"
"You will be unlucky if you meet me."
"You still want to be like this with me? I'm telling you, you're dreaming!"
After Qian finished cursing, he spat on Yang Ruolan's head.
Yang Ruolan was so angry that she was shaking all over, struggling to get up and pounce on Qian again.
Mrs. Qian was born tall and strong. In the past, she often fought with the girls next door in Goulan Courtyard in order to steal patrons.
After this slap, Yang Ruolan, who was as delicate as a flower, fell back again.
He hit his forehead on the corner of the chair and almost fainted.
Yang Ruolan lay on the ground crying.
"Why...why do you want to harm me like this? I have never harmed you..."
Faced with Yang Ruolan's question, Qian shook his head and sneered.
"You don't like it!"
"Your father dotes on you and wants me to give you food and drinks. I feel unhappy!"
