After drinking the medicine the night before, Chen Hua and Jiang Ju finally stopped having diarrhea.
But the two of them were seriously injured. The next day, Jiang Ju couldn't get up, so he had to ask Jiang Dashi to take a leave of absence from the private school.
Chen Hua felt as if her bones were falling apart, feeling sore and numb. She scolded Jiang Xiyue and Jiang Feng early in the morning and drove them to work.
Jiang Xiyue was so hungry that she sneaked to the kitchen to get two cold steamed buns. While Jiang Feng moved out of the yard with the woodcutter, she quietly stuffed one into his arms.
Jiang Feng frowned and avoided it. He didn't understand what she was trying to do. His whole body was filled with fear and disgust.
Jiang Xiyue's hand that handed the buns to him paused, and then she raised her eyes and glanced at the top of his head, and her face suddenly turned pale.
what happened!
what happened!
She was obviously trying to please him, but why did his malice level increase by another 5 points! !
Wasn’t it still 9986 last night?
Why did it suddenly become 9991!
If this continues, will she survive today?
When 002 went offline last night, it told her that it had started announcing the villain's maliciousness.
As long as she thought about it, she could see the villain's malicious value above Jiang Feng's head just by silently reciting it in her mind.
When he didn't accept the steamed buns he was handed, Jiang Xiyue said to see if his malice level fluctuated.
Unexpectedly, it was such a big 'surprise' for her right from the start.
Jiang Xiyue was filled with despair, holding the steamed bun and looking at Jiang Feng with tears in her eyes.
"Brother, what do you hate about me? Can't I change it?"
If this continues, she won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Villain brother, can you be so proud and don't kill her with hatred?
She still wants to go home. .
Seeing her crying whenever she wanted, Jiang Feng glanced at her like a madman and tightened his hand on the woodcutter.
Trying to lure him with food?
After he accepted it, he called Chen Hua to come out and beat him. As expected, Jiang Xiyue was as vicious as ever.
The two of them stood at the entrance of the courtyard and looked at each other stiffly. Then under Jiang Qiyue's eyes that were splitting with rage, the malice level on Jiang Feng's head increased by 3 points, and she went numb on the spot.
9994!
Already 9994!
Jiang Qiyue felt like there was a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind passed through it, making it feel cold and cool.
Afraid that if she didn't deal with her, the little villain in front of her would start to grudge her randomly again, Jiang Xiyue didn't dare to look at Jiang Feng anymore, stuffed the steamed bun into his arms and ran away.
"Brother, you hide this steamed bun first. You can chop wood and eat it when you're hungry. I'll pick vegetables first."
Jiang Feng was shaken by the force with which she stuffed the buns. He held onto the wooden stick to steady himself. Looking at Jiang Qiyue's panicked back, Chen Hua's curse suddenly sounded from behind:
"You little bitch, what are you doing running so fast so early in the morning? Damn it!"
Jiang Feng subconsciously placed the bun deep into his arms and stood there without moving.
Chen Hua walked forward quickly, looked Jiang Feng up and down, looked at the marks on his face, narrowed her eyes and cursed:
“You’re standing here with your body stretched out, why don’t you go chop wood.
If you don’t have twenty coppers in the afternoon, don’t even think about going home and sleeping! "
Jiang Feng didn't respond and walked slowly toward the forest with the woodcutter in hand.
Looking at his broken leg, Chen Hua sneered shamelessly, her triangular eyes even more mean.
So what if he was Jiang Dashi's biological son? He wasn't allowed to be yelled at or scolded by her.
When the little bastard grew up, she asked Jiang Dashi to sell him to a rich man in the city. She would also get ten taels of silver for Ju'er to get a wife.
From now on, let’s see how he keeps jumping around in front of his eyes.
Satisfied and calculating, Chen Hua twisted her thick hips and got into the kitchen to cook breakfast.
Jiang Xiyue ran back after picking the vegetables, and Chen Huagang put the noodles into the pot.
"Why are you coming back just now? You'll be tired by the time we meet. Hurry up and wash the vegetables. I'll beat you to death when you're hungry."
After tapping Jiang Qiyue's forehead three or four times, Chen Hua cursed and started to take the bowl.
Jiang Xiyue said nothing, put a few green vegetable leaves into a wooden basin, scooped a few ladles of water from a large vat, squatted down and started washing vegetables.
There were three empty bowls on the stove. Chen Hua put the two fried eggs into two of the empty bowls, and then scooped a small spoonful of lard into the two bowls.
Another empty bowl with nothing in it.
Jiang Xiyue knew at a glance that the empty bowl belonged to her, so she didn't complain and put the washed vegetables into the big iron pot.
Chen Hua picked out the noodles and saw Jiang Xiyue put in two handfuls of green vegetables and started to curse again:
"You're a lazy guy, what are you doing with so many vegetables? Be careful that you overeat and you'll die."
Jiang Xiyue looked at the white bowl with only half a bowl of noodles, raised his eyes and said:
"Mom, I don't have enough noodles to eat."
Chen Hua was furious: "Are you a pig? You want to eat so much!"
Jiang Xiyue knew Chen Hua's character, so she didn't want to rush into trouble. She just said: "I have to wash the family's clothes later. I don't have enough energy to eat, so I'm afraid I won't be able to wash them thoroughly."
Chen Huahe lowered his face and raised his nostrils and snorted coldly, but did not curse again.
When she walked out of the kitchen with lard and egg noodles, Jiang Xiyue looked at the clear soup and watery noodles and quickly threw a few handfuls of vegetables into the pot.
Blanch it a little, pick it up and put it in a freshly washed tattered bowl.
Looking at the noodles half in his bowl, Jiang Xiyue reluctantly moved half of them into a small bowl.
She stretched out her head and looked outside the kitchen to make sure that Chen Hua and Jiang Ju were not out. She quickly ran into Jiang Feng's room with a small bowl in hand.
At home, the dishes, chopsticks, food, and flowers are all counted, and they need to be counted basically every day.
There was only this broken bowl placed in the corner. Chen Hua didn't look at it every day, so it was safest to use this bowl to put the noodles she had secretly left for Jiang Feng.
Afraid that Chen Hua would find the noodle bowl when she passed by, Jiang Xiyue hid the broken bowl under the bed.
I ran out the door to make sure I couldn't see anything through the window, and then I went back to the kitchen to eat.
After eating the noodles, Chen Hua arranged for Jiang Qiyue to wash the dishes and then went to the river to wash clothes.
Jiang Xiyue didn't shy away. She stood on tiptoe, packed up the stove, and walked to the river with her dirty clothes.
Xinghua Village, where the Jiang family lives, is relatively close to the city. A moat passes through the town and protects Xinghua Village’s crops throughout the year.
On weekdays, in addition to carrying daily water from the upper stream, the villagers of Xinghua Village also use this river to wash their clothes.
Jiang Xiyue walked along holding the wooden basin, and several aunts in the village greeted her.
Seeing that she was a small person, holding a wooden basin that was thicker than her own waist, they all showed their unbearable expressions.
"Jiang Xiaoer, your mother asked you to do the laundry again?
Why doesn't she do it herself? "
An aunt couldn't stand it and asked too much.
Jiang Xiyue put the wooden basin full of clothes under the crowd, raised his head to wipe the sweat, and said shyly:
"Hello, aunt, my mother was sick last night and didn't feel well, so she asked me to wash her.
It's okay, I can finish washing this amount of clothes in no time. "
Judging from the memory of the original owner, these people in the village are still unaware of the excessive things the original owner did to Jiang Feng.
She thought that like Jiang Feng, she was a poor child who was being rubbed against by Chen Hua and Jiang Dashi.
Therefore, every time I see the original owner doing something, I will ask him kindly.
Jiang Xiyue knew that they were sympathizing with him, so he chatted with a few people and started washing clothes with his head down.
They were exhausted, and Jiang Dashi and Chen Hua's clothes were dirty and dirty. They stayed by the river for a long time before they finished washing their clothes.
When Jiang Xiyue returned to Jiang's house with wet clothes, she found that Chen Hua and Jiang Ju had already finished lunch.
The dirty dishes and pots were not washed, and it looked like they were waiting for her to clean up when she got home.
After being tired all morning and unable to even eat, Jiang Xiyue threw away the wooden basin and cooked food for herself without even drying her clothes.
Chen Hua was lying in the room and saw Jiang Xiyue's figure through the broken window. She cursed that she was starving and turned over to continue sleeping.
Jiang Feng's legs had just been reattached and it was difficult to walk, let alone chop wood and do work.
After finally walking into the forest, the pain from his broken leg made Jiang Feng sweat break out on his back.
Raising his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, Jiang Feng looked at the rising sun on the horizon, raised his knife and began to chop wood.
The broken leg slowed down Jiang Feng's speed. Even if he didn't stop for a second, he had just finished chopping two bundles of firewood when the sun was at its peak.
One bundle of firewood costs five copper coins, and two bundles of firewood only cost ten copper coins, which is still ten short of the twenty copper coins Chen Hua said.
Jiang Feng frowned, sweating profusely, and felt numbness in his legs, making his movements of chopping wood even slower.
After gritting his teeth and tying the third bundle of firewood, Jiang Feng was already dizzy with hunger.
Thinking of the steamed buns Jiang Xiyue stuffed him in the morning, Jiang Feng put down the hatchet and hesitated for a moment, then finally reached out and took it out from his pocket.
