C25

"Second brother, what's the matter?" What are you doing in the pigsty? Are you not going to let me live a peaceful life? It's been so noisy all day! Does this house even look like a home?! "

Mrs. Lee was escorted by a large group of people as she slowly walked over, just like an old lady from a wealthy family. Her face was gloomy, just like the dark sky where a thunderstorm was approaching.

It was rowdy last night as well as today. If they didn't discipline her properly, no one would think highly of an old granny like her. Mrs. Lee thought with evil intent in her heart.

"Mother …"

Ye Dazhuang turned around and called out to Mrs. Lee in a low voice. He was depressed and his mood was low.

Thinking about his family, his wife fainting, his daughter getting injured, his youngest son crying until his face turned red, extremely pitiful, he was angry, but at his own mother, no matter how bad and biased she was, it was still his mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

On one side was his home which he had meticulously protected, and on the other was the people who had raised him. For a moment, this honest and boorish man was unable to make a choice. He tightly pursed his lips, his heart in chaos, not knowing what to say.

When Qimu saw this, she scoffed lightly and thought to herself, "This father of hers is great no matter what. It's just that his mind is still muddled." She thought about her parents and brothers and how they had always abandoned their wives and children for the sake of everyone.

"What is a family? This Ye Family is forcing us to death, if we die, this Ye Family will be peaceful! Grandma, you have to be safe! "

Qimu's words were extremely disrespectful and disrespectful in ancient times. In ancient times, the juniors would never interrupt when their elders asked the questions, let alone answer with such a vile tone.

However, as Qimu felt the warmth coming from the fingertips of her frail and frail body, her mind suddenly flashed. When she lifted off her cheap mother's clothes and saw those criss-crossing, deep wounds that she couldn't bear to look at, she couldn't take it anymore.

The person she told Yangyang to look for hadn't arrived yet, but even if it wasn't a good time to start a fight with the rest of the Ye Family, her chest was still filled with accumulated rage, and her nails were uncontrollably pinching the flesh of her palms. The pain made her go all out, and she had to protect her with all her might!

"You! You! "You!"

In this Ye Family, there had never been anyone who spoke to her like this before. She was angered to the extreme, and stopped maintaining that kind and compassionate expression on her face. She stretched out her hand, pointed straight at Qimu, and said "you" three times in a row.

Seeing Qimu's indifferent, unmoved, and even slightly gloomy look, Mrs. Lee's heart suddenly felt weak. She turned to Ye Dazhuang and sternly said:

"Second brother, look at this good daughter of yours. Are you trying to anger me to death?!" Do you think this old woman has lived too long? "

"How have I let down your room?" It's always been a bowl of water that's carried peacefully. If you don't eat in the main house, do you think I won't care about your lives? "

"Every month, everyone will send you food. Don't tell me that food fell down from the sky?" Or did she steal it? "Also, did the clothes of sister Mu and brother Yang fall from the sky as well?"

"What have I done wrong to you, boys and girls? Which boy or girl in the village is like me, making new clothes every year? You guys want to ruin me like this …"

As Mrs. Lee spoke, her eyes started to turn red. She covered her face with her sleeve and her voice became more sorrowful and gloomy, as if she was an old man abandoned by a child.

Ye Dazhuang felt even worse when he saw his own mother was still standing under the scorching sun at such an age. He wanted to go up and comfort her, but he was unable to do so. He turned around and looked at Qimu, wanting his daughter to apologize to Mrs. Lee first.

No matter what the elders did, the juniors would always respect them.

However, he saw Qimu stubbornly sitting there with her head slightly raised. Her eyes were filled with endless grief and indignation. The tears on her face that had yet to dry suddenly flickered in his eyes under the sunlight.

His lips moved, but in the end, he could not say anything.

Qimu was like a bystander as she watched everything unfold silently, her heart clear and clear.

She was waiting, brewing. She quietly pulled out a wooden hairpin from Yang Lili's head and placed it in her sleeve, enduring the pain.

Since it had already begun, she had to seize every opportunity and use all her strength. She wanted to use the pain they had given her to trample on them, topple them, and strike back!

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Qimu's lips curled up into an almost invisible curve. Tears suddenly flowed out from her eyes. Her body trembled as she started to cry lightly under restraint.

Too much is too little, first to suppress it, then to promote it.

"What is he doing? Ye Family? "

The group of people entered in a line, led by the village chief of Niu Village, Niu Chuxi. He was the first one to ask.

Aunt Lin held Yangyang and walked half a step behind the village. Sweat dripped from her forehead as she glanced worriedly at Qimu, who was crying.

On the other hand, the Wang Family's sister-in-law Qimu had specifically instructed, held her head up high in disdain, and sized up the entire Ye Family family from head to toe with a disdainful expression.

There were also some other families that came with Niu Village. Most of the people walking in front were women who liked to gossip and were restless. There were also a few simple and honest men. The people gathered around Ye Family's large family.

Niu Chuxi had a broad forehead, thick eyebrows, and a dark red skin. He looked rough and even had a ferocious look. However, his face was stiff and stiff like a tight drum.

Her tone of speech was different from the others. After being in the village for many years, she had a steady, dignified air about her. She was not tall, but her four limbs were powerful, and even if this person was not the village chief, no one dared to look down on him.

From the time she married to the Niu Village, Niu Chuxi was already the village chief. He was very strict and merciless, and when she was the new wife, she saw that Niu Chuxi had made a deep impression on those dishonest people in the village. She was actually a little afraid of him, but she only wiped her eyes and said:

"This second brother wants to force me to death!" "I'm just an old woman, how could I be a hindrance to their path. This way of trampling me day and night, making a good home, so that I don't look like a home anymore and don't allow others to live …"

"I've been in the Niu Village for so many years, but when have I ever been hard on others …"

"What are you trying to do after all this ruckus …"

Everyone stretched their ears and listened carefully. Their gazes shifted to Ye Dazhuang and Qimu's side as they sized them up with suspicion.

Ye Family's pigsty was densely surrounded by fences, everyone was not facing the door, and was a little far away. For a moment, their line of sight was blocked, so they couldn't clearly see Yang Lili who was lying in Qimu's embrace, but could only see Qimu sitting there alone, sobbing slightly.

They had heard from Auntie Lin that the daughter-in-law of the Ye Family Second Branch was about to die from working hard, so they rushed over. However, they didn't see that pitiful daughter-in-law at the scene, and only saw Mrs. Lee's painful face as she complained.

Mrs. Lee's reputation in the village was extremely good, and she had never heard of anyone who would get angry over her. Even the "money-losing" girls that people in the village didn't like were as good as boys.

Therefore, someone immediately jumped out and criticized:

"Dazhuang, even if we are farmers, we still care a lot about the elderly. What's going on with you?!"

This was a man from the Liu Family who lived on the east side of Niu Village.

When a person said something, he would incite more people to say something. Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

"That's right, Dazhuang. It's such a hot day for you to suffer standing on your own mother's feet …"

"Dazhuang, why can't you do something so unfilial …"

"Dazhuang, do you remember that your mother can't let the main house eat, it became so noisy …"

"Dazhuang, what did you call us here for …"

The peasants also paid attention to the simple and filial ways. Looking at Mrs. Lee's trembling and decrepit appearance, everyone was sure that the second house of Ye Family was looking for trouble. They started to criticize Ye Dazhuang and Qimu's side one after another.

Ye Dazhuang lowered his head and clenched his fists. He did not dare to look at anyone and was reprimanded by them, as if he had committed a grave mistake.

As Mrs. Lee listened to the crowd criticizing Ye Dazhuang, a trace of happiness quietly flashed across her eyes. After this incident, her reputation in the village would only get better and she would be respected even more …

Qimu coincidentally caught a glimpse of Mrs. Lee's secret delight. She sneered in her heart as she lowered her head to cover the disdain in her eyes. The one Mrs. Lee loved the most wasn't her third son, but herself.

Qimu silently listened to the villagers, the increasingly unpleasant discussions, and the increasingly piercing gazes. Qimu endured it and did not send out any messages, but she was just a bunch of people who came to watch the fun, so the words she said were nothing.