Nongmen space small landlord

Chapter 24
Mrs. Zhao stared at the door suddenly, only to hear a childish voice coming from the door, "Grandma, Aqiu is here to see you."

This voice and tone are exactly the same as in a nightmare!
Mrs. Zhao's face turned pale, as if she was about to eat the people outside the door.

It's this bastard, she dares to come to the house, this mourner.

"Look, you always say that Wen Tian is not good and Ye Qiu is not good. The father and daughter came to see you early in the morning. This is not very intentional." The old man Ye who loves to play rounds didn't pay attention to Mrs. Zhao's mistakes at all. I am lamenting that this little son is actually not bad.

The eldest Ye Wenshan noticed his mother's terrifying expression, and subconsciously pulled his father down, "Father, stop talking."

Usually the family relationship is not good, but most of the family's expenses are supported by Ye Wentian's money, and the eldest brother of the Ye family is the most tolerant one in the family to this younger brother.

It's just that this goodness is only based on interests.

When Ye Wentian came to get the money the day before yesterday, Ye Wenshan was scolded by his mother, and he also felt that this brother was ambitious.

Ye Qiu's existence could be ignored at home, even his second treasure didn't have the luxury to go to a doctor when he was sick, how could he have the nerve to ask his mother for money, that was the living expenses of the whole family.

Not to mention the second brother Ye Wenzhu, he only has money in his eyes, as long as this younger brother gives money, he is his brother, otherwise don't blame him for not knowing each other when we meet.

As for Ye Xiang, the only daughter in the family, she was promised by Mrs. Zhao that the money saved this year would be used as a dowry for her. Now all the expenses Ye Wentian spent, she felt that she was robbing her own dowry.

The niece who didn't get along very much at all, because she would take her along for gossiping in the village, she hated the mother and daughter to death.

The mother eloped with others in a disobedient way, and she didn't know whose offspring she was born with, but the third brother was still spoiled by her.

In the end, Mrs. Zhao went over and opened the door without washing her face.

When her mouthful of blood appeared in front of the father and daughter outside the door, Ye Wentian, a frail scholar, was startled, "Mother?"

Ye Qiu also pretended to shrink back behind her father in fear, but at a place where only Mrs. Zhao could see, he grinned at her.

After washing, the little girl's face was quite delicate except for a little yellowishness. It was just this smile, the eyes that were too dark were half closed, and when she stared at people, it created a weird and gloomy feeling, which happened to be caught by the nightmare. Zhao, who had been tortured for several days, felt chills all over her body.

Mrs. Zhao suddenly became angry, "Well, you damn girl, let's come and see the joke, see if I don't beat you to death!"

"Father!" Before Mrs. Zhao came over, Ye Qiu cleverly grabbed Ye Wentian's clothes and complained pitifully, "Grandma is so scary, Ah Qiu is so scared..."

Ye Wentian's heart ached when he heard his daughter's aggrieved voice.

"Mother, you're going too far!" He stopped Zhao Shi who was rushing over, and looked at his own mother angrily, "I heard that something happened to you, Ah Qiu insisted on coming to see you with me, but you treated her like this, she It's also your granddaughter, can't you treat Aqiu like you treat your elder brother's family? What did Aqiu do wrong, she is just a child!"

Marven Ye rarely talked so much with Mrs. Zhao.

Usually, he can be fooled as much as he can, but since Mrs. Zhao wanted to sell his daughter and saw the injuries all over her body, his temperament of always obeying his mother's orders has also changed.

The guilt towards his daughter takes up most of his weight, and Zhao's behavior now seems to him to be making trouble for no reason, obviously his Aqiu is so obedient.

"What granddaughter, she is an evil ghost. No wonder I have been having nightmares these days. This is a message from God. You have all been deceived by her. This wild species cannot be kept, she is a disaster!"

Mrs. Zhao was already annoyed by the torment in the morning, and everyone in the room said she was having nightmares, but this time she felt that this was a hint from heaven to her, and immediately pushed all the problems onto Ye Qiu.

The more Ye Wentian stopped her, the more angry she became. Seeing a stick next to her, she hit her son directly. Ye Wentian, a frail scholar who hit him, yelled again and again, but he was still protecting his daughter.

The neighbors didn't go far before, and they talked about Mrs. Zhao's chicken coop in the morning.

When they heard the news, they paid close attention to the family. When they saw Mrs. Zhao beating their son and granddaughter with a stick, and their mouths were not clean, they thought Mrs. Zhao was crazy.

"Is this Mrs. Zhao abnormal? My granddaughter came to see her properly. Do you think this is still human?"

"That Ye Xiucai is too incompetent. I only know how to protect her now. You don't know. I used to see Mrs. Zhao beating this granddaughter a lot, calling wildly every day. If you want me to say that the daughter-in-law ran away, isn't it true?" Reasonable, who can stand it."

"It's really pitiful, it's all my son, why is he so biased?"

"Who said it wasn't..."

Every family has scriptures that are hard to recite, let alone the domineering and unreasonable Zhao family, even if Ye Wentian and his daughter feel pitiful, no one is willing to make trouble.

It's not that this has never happened before. At that time, the village chief came, but it was useless. The Zhao family's arrogance became worse every year.

"Mother, don't hit me!" Ye Wentian found that no matter whether he begged for mercy or said soft words as usual, her mother would hit harder if she didn't let go, so she knew it was useless to say anything.

Seeing his daughter screaming in fear in his arms, he hugged her and took a step back, "Let's go!"

He yelled this, the voice was not low, Zhao was obviously stunned, "Are you going against the sky?"

Stared at by his mother, Ye Wentian's eyes were full of fear, with the intention of shrinking back.

He was already in a state of embarrassment, his clothes were ugly and his hair was like a madman. This was the first time he spoke loudly, but he could only fight for his daughter.

"In the past, my mother was good at beating and scolding, and my son could bear it. Ah Qiu almost died last time, so it's fine if you don't save her. Fortunately, Ah Qiu remembers having you as a grandmother, but mother keeps calling Ah Qiu a bastard. My son's heart turns cold when he hears this kind of thing too much, mother, do you have to force your son to die before giving up?"

Mrs. Zhao was catching up with Huo Da, and when she heard that her son, who had always been timid, dared to accuse her face to face, he didn't care about other things, "If you really die, I will die far away from my old lady, and there is this bastard, and I will lead the family later. Come, see if I don't break her leg."

Everyone knew that Mrs. Zhao was unreasonable, and everyone shook their heads in silence.

Ye Wang in the room thought it was too much, but seeing the woman's fierce look, she didn't open her mouth.

The two sons of the Ye family looked away.They knew that if they rushed to say something in the heat of his mother's fire, it would be a trivial matter to be angered, and they would be scolded later, so they didn't take the risk.

Ye Wentian just stood helplessly at the door of the house.

He was originally an emotional person, Zhao's words made his face full of disbelief, and he was on the verge of falling.

Even Ye Qiu looked at Marven Ye who seemed to have lost half his life in surprise, wondering if the excitement was too much.

She came to Ye's house every day just to stimulate Mrs. Zhao, and wanted to give Ye Wentian a big blow. Now it worked, but she was a little worried that Ye Wentian, a frail scholar, would not be able to bear it.

(End of this chapter)