As soon as Jiang Dashi left, Chen Hua cursed and left with the money.
It was almost dusk and Jiang Ju was about to leave school. After Chen Hua warned Jiang Xiyue and Jiang Feng, she went to pick up her youngest son at sunset.
The curses stopped and the courtyard suddenly became quiet.
Jiang Qiyue hesitated to speak, staring at Jiang Feng's broken left leg:
"Your leg……"
Jiang Feng had a sullen face, turned to look at Jiang Xiyue coldly, and moved awkwardly outside the hospital with a wooden stick.
Chen Hua and her daughter are the same as each other, so there is no need for this cat to cry like a mouse for fake mercy.
Jiang Feng dragged his broken leg and knocked on the door of Grandpa Zhang's house next door, where he sold herbal medicine.
After reconnecting the broken leg, he said goodbye and went home under the eyes of the old man with regret.
He went back and forth for more than an hour, and if he didn't go home to chop wood, another beating would be waiting for him in the evening.
As soon as he stepped into the gate of Jiang's courtyard, Jiang Feng paused and looked up in surprise.
In the wet courtyard, Jiang Xiyue, whose arms were thinner than firewood, was struggling to chop firewood.
The Jiang family's old ax was trembling as she raised it above her head, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment and hit her feet.
Glancing at the pile of chopped firewood at her feet, Jiang Feng frowned.
What else is she trying to do?
Are you thinking of ways to punish him again?
With his thick eyebrows filled with anger, Jiang Feng stepped forward with a wooden stick, snatched the ax from her hand, stood up a piece of dry firewood, and chopped it down with the axe.
With a crash, the firewood that Jiang Xiyue failed to split after several attempts was easily split in half by Jiang Feng.
Jiang Xiyue breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, smiled and shouted:
"Brother, you are back."
Jiang Feng didn't answer, he was distant and indifferent. He moved his hand very quickly, using the ax to chop several sticks of firewood.
Even with a cold face, Jiang Xiyue was not discouraged. She had just received all the memories of her original body.
Naturally, he knew how bad his attitude towards Jiang Feng was in the past.
To say it's vicious is an understatement.
Under the same roof, relying on Chen Hua's dislike of Jiang Feng, Jiang Qiyue caused many obstacles for Jiang Feng, both covertly and covertly.
It was common for him to be beaten by Jiang Dashi after he was accused repeatedly.
What's more, under Chen Hua's instruction, some gangsters from the same village were recruited to beat him directly.
In the past few years, Jiang Feng was younger and suffered a lot under the hands of Chen Hua and Jiang Xiyue.
He was often beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, like a lost dog, he came back with wounds all over his body.
In the past two years, I have grown up day by day and gained a lot of strength by farming and chopping firewood.
He would become violent when bullied, and the gangsters in the village had suffered serious losses at his hands several times, so they did not dare to offend him easily.
But the more tenacious and unyielding he showed, the more Chen Hua regarded him as a thorn in his side.
Looking at him, she often gritted her teeth and wished she could get rid of him quickly and pave the way for her son Jiang Ju.
The original Jiang Qiyue imitated Jiang Feng, so he naturally hated Jiang Feng to the core and targeted him everywhere.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyue sighed and looked at the young man who was chopping firewood silently.
His biological father beat him, but his stepmother hated him.
Throughout my teenage years, I didn’t have enough to eat, and my alcoholic father would often throw punches at me. I was almost beaten to death several times...
I suffered too much...
Regardless of whether Jiang Feng appreciated it or not, Jiang Xiyue was always around to help him while he was chopping firewood.
When building firewood and carrying firewood, Jiang Feng had difficulty walking with his broken leg, so she ran back and forth, helping with half of the work.
In the end, I was so tired that I was sweating all over. I sat under the eaves panting and watched him gradually finish chopping all the dry wood.
Chen Hua bought Jiang Ju candy in the town and led him home. She snorted when she saw the neatly stacked firewood.
"After chopping the firewood, hurry up and make dinner. If you get hungry later and the meal is not ready, I may break your other leg."
Jiang Ju raised his fist towards Jiang Feng as a threat and followed Chen Hua into the house.
Jiang Xiyue sat there, watching the arrogant mother and son enter the room, and looked back at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng's purple face remained expressionless, his thick long eyelashes drooped down, covering his dark eyes, as if he didn't see Jiang Ju's provocation.
Jiang Xiyue couldn't clearly see his expression at the moment, and sat there with mixed feelings.
After placing the last handful of dry firewood in the corner, Jiang Feng dragged his injured leg and slowly moved into the kitchen to continue working.
Walking into the kitchen, Jiang Feng took out the meat bought by Chen Hua yesterday from the pottery vat, squinted at the meat, and took out a handful of green grass from his washed cuff.
Without hesitation, rub out the green grass juice, drip it into the water, and soak the fat and thin pork directly in it.
Watching a few strands of grass juice melt into the pork, Jiang Feng turned around expressionlessly, threw a handful of grass into the stove, and lit the fire to cook.
After Chen Hua carefully explained the matter to Jiang Ju in the room, she remembered that she was going to stir-fry meat at home, and ran out in a hurry.
When he saw Jiang Xiyue who was about to enter the kitchen, he didn't even think about cursing:
"You little bitch, what are you doing here?
Come in quickly and help with the cooking. Just play and do nothing every day, waiting for me to serve you! "
Jiang Xiyue didn't reply and followed Chen Hua into the kitchen. Jiang Feng had already started draining the rice and preparing to steam it.
Seeing the shiny pork on the chopping board, Chen Hua squinted and opened his mouth to curse again:
“You bastard, who told you to touch my mother-in-law?
Do you want to eat it secretly? ! "
Jiang Xiyue looked at the raw pork on the cutting board, listened to Chen Hua scolding her like a bastard, and observed two seconds of silence for her.
He was arrogant and insulted the future biggest villain, and he didn’t even know how he died in the end.
"Gungun, get out of here, go to the back mountain tomorrow, cut down all the firewood, and carry it to the town to sell.
You must hand over twenty copper coins to me before tomorrow night. "
Chen Hua spoke in a ferocious tone and chased Jiang Feng out of the kitchen like a fly.
There is oil and water tonight, and we can't let this little bastard eat it too.
Jiang Feng limped out of the kitchen, and Jiang Xiyue stared at his thin back, a trace of pity flashing in her clear eyes.
Jiang Dashi and his friends came home drunk after drinking. Chen Hua and Jiang Ju were having dinner.
He asked Jiang Feng casually, but was scolded by Chen Hua. Without saying much, he went back to his room to sleep.
I didn't think at all that my eldest son's leg had just been broken by him this afternoon. Do you want to see the doctor?
Jiang Xiyue was stuffed with two cold steamed buns by Chen Hua and rushed back to the house, not even allowed to go to the dinner table.
The sky is getting dark, and bright stars are scattered in the sky.
Hai hour (21~23 o'clock)
The door to Jiang's courtyard was pushed open and there was a soft creaking sound. Jiang Xiyue heard the movement and immediately stood up and opened the window.
Jiang Feng's tall and thin figure was hidden in the darkness. Jiang Xiyue took a few careful looks before recognizing that he was back.
Before dinner, Jiang Feng was kicked out of the house by Chen Hua. Where has he been these past few hours?
Eyelashes fluttering, Jiang Xiyue leaned closer to the window to watch Jiang Feng's movements again, and found that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Xiyue got out of bed and put the remaining steamed bun into his arms.
Jiang Feng endured the pain in his legs and walked back to the room and sat on the edge of the bed. As soon as he raised his hand, there was a knock on the door.
"Brother, can I come in?"
Jiang Xiyue?
What is she here to do?
Jiang Feng put down his hand with a sullen face and refused coldly: "No."
Yesterday, she went straight into his house to look for things, and almost took away the only thing her mother had left for him.
What are you doing now?
Jiang Xiyue didn't seem to hear Jiang Feng's refusal and pushed the door open.
It was dark inside the house, and she could see clearly what was going on inside the house through the moonlight coming through the broken windows.
It was a simple house, with dry firewood stacked in half of the space, and a simple wooden bed built with a few wooden sticks and a bench on the other side.
If the bedding on the bed were not stacked neatly, it would be impossible to tell whether this house was occupied by humans or dogs.
The spring cold has just left, and there is a chill in the night.
Jiang Xiyue glanced at the thin wooden boards and quilts on his bed and was heartbroken.
"Brother, I see you didn't eat tonight. I have a steamed bun here for you to eat."
Reaching out her hand, Jiang Xiyue handed the cold steamed buns in her arms to Jiang Feng.
Seeing the steamed buns in her white and tender palms, Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold:
"I said yesterday that I won't give you that wooden hairpin. Please stop doing these superficial things."
According to Jiang Feng's understanding of Jiang Xiyue, this selfish sister would definitely get angry after being rejected by him and scold him again to relieve her anger.
If it's more serious, go to Chen Hua and complain and let him get beaten again.
Even if he was beaten to death by Jiang Dashi, he would not give up the only thing his mother left to him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Feng finished speaking, he saw a trace of guilt appear on Jiang Xiyue's face.
Then, listen to her:
"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't know that my father and mother would be so angry today.
From now on, I will not target you again. I hope you can forgive me for being reckless and ignorant. "
Jiang Feng's hand holding the carrot tightened and his thick eyebrows furrowed.
"Ah ah ah, help, someone come quickly!"
