The exquisite space of the ruffian concubine

Chapter 27
"You are heartless, why did you help that little bitch? Did you fall in love with her? I, Zhao Chunfang, can't help you. It's just that I failed to give you a son. You treat me like this... ..." Aunt Zhao pointed at Uncle Zhao's nose and cursed continuously without giving him a chance to explain.

Uncle Zhao has always been slow, he can't even hit a fart with three sticks, how can Aunt Zhao's opponent be?Stuttering: "I, I..."

"What are you, you are reasonable, right?" Aunt Zhao sat down on the ground and burst into tears, wiping away tears that didn't exist, while looking at Zhao Lingling.

Zhao Lingling understood immediately, stepped forward to pull the corner of his father's clothes, and persuaded softly: "Father, just tell me, are you telling lies for Meng Xiaoshao?"

Uncle Zhao shook his head in a daze, not knowing what the two of them meant—sometimes here and there, why did it suddenly come to Miss Meng again?

Aunt Zhao saw that her daughter's battle was ineffective, so she couldn't help tearing her face again angrily: "Okay, I knew that you and your cunning mother are the same thing!"

"You can scold me, but you can't scold my mother!" Uncle Zhao's face was flushed, and it was rare for him to speak loudly once.

His family was poor since he was a child. He had three older brothers who were sold to a matchmaker by his parents because they had no money to support them.Since he was born, the family couldn't open the pot even more, but the parents gritted their teeth and didn't exchange him for money, and a bowl of wild vegetables and a bowl of rice soup dragged him up.

Ever since she married into Zhao's house, his mother had seen Aunt Zhao's eyes all over her, and then she simply moved out and lived in an old house that was draughty everywhere.He really couldn't hold back Aunt Zhao's daughter-in-law, and could only watch helplessly as his seventy-eighty-year-old mother lived outside and suffered. This feeling was really more uncomfortable than worrying.

"You who have suffered thousands of knives, you are still yelling at me?" Aunt Zhao raised her eyebrows thickly, and her voice immediately became a little sharper.

"You can scold me, but you can't scold my mother!" Uncle Zhao was stupid, and that was all he said.

"What's wrong with me scolding her, I just scolded her. That black-hearted money-greedy old man, half ashes, still holding on to the land deed, could it be that he wants to take it to the coffin..."

"Snapped"!
A loud slap interrupted her words.

Not only Aunt Zhao, but even Zhao Lingling was stunned.She never thought that this father, who usually looks like a lump of elm, would be so vicious!

In fact, it wasn't that Uncle Zhao was really vicious, but that he was used to carpentry work and his hands were always heavy.This slap was slapped in a fit of rage, and the force was naturally stronger, knocking out half of Aunt Zhao's tooth!
Spitting out a mouth full of blood, Aunt Zhao screamed, the scream was so sharp that it almost burst the eardrum.Those who don't know, probably thought they were killing pigs here.

"Huang Yangqin, I...I can't finish with you!"

Knowing that he had caused a catastrophe, Uncle Zhao didn't speak again, and sat aside, staring at his shoe with a hole in it with a dark face.

Aunt Zhao was crying and cursing for a long time, and finally lost her strength, sobbing and wiping away her tears.

If it had been before, she might have kicked her husband with her foot, but after being beaten up by him today, she was still a little scared after all.

Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, not to mention that this is not a rabbit, but a craftsman full of strength?Once a fight really started, I was determined to suffer a big loss.she thinks.

"Mother, just rest. Father, don't be angry." Zhao Lingling poured a bowl of tea for each of them.

Uncle Zhao took a sip of tea, turned around and went back to his room for a lunch break.Until now, he still didn't know about the cellar, and he thought that as long as Zhao Chunfang finished cursing and had a good time scolding, nothing would happen.Besides, there was plenty of work to do in the afternoon, and he didn't want to doze off while cutting wood and cut off his hands.

Aunt Zhao didn't think so, after that slap, she felt as if her hairs had exploded, and her chest was so congested as if a boulder had been crushed, she rushed out of the house and walked in a daze, holding the teacup.

A few old ladies who were washing clothes by the pool accidentally saw her, and they talked about it one after another:
"It's time for lunch, where is Zhao Chunfang going?"

"Tsk tsk, look at her scary face, could it be that a ghost is on her body?"

"Fuck you, talk about what you have and what you don't."

Aunt Zhao was furious, she couldn't hear or see anything, and after walking for a while, she realized that she had come to the east of the village.Doesn't the house with a big hole in front of him belong to Huang Yangqin's mother, Mrs. Huang?

An evil fire shot out from the bottom of her heart, and she rushed forward quickly, kicking the wall hard.

The dust fell straight down, and the house was already in tatters, but after being kicked, it collapsed.The deafening sound startled Aunt Zhao and the neighbors.

The old lady Huang in the room was not feeling well and was about to lie down to rest when she suddenly felt the walls shaking. She thought that her lifespan was at the end of her life and was about to be taken away by black and white impermanence. It was not covered with bedding, but several thick earthen bricks.The chest, hands and feet were in excruciating pain, as if someone was chopping with a knife.

"Come on, help!" she yelled with all her might.

Neighbors rushed over immediately and tried their best to rescue him.A few sharp-eyed people saw Aunt Zhao kick that kick with their own eyes, and immediately took her to the village chief's house.

The matter quickly spread to Uncle Zhao's ears. In the afternoon, the seriously injured old lady Huang was sent to the doctor in the town.When Meng Xiaocom heard the news and hurried over, the sun had already set on the western mountain.

"Since you can't cure it, why don't you let me try it?" She patiently argued with the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked doctor.

Even a layman like her can tell that Mrs. Huang has suffered serious internal injuries. If she is not treated in time, she may die, but this doctor only uses some externally applied herbs to heal her injuries. what is it
"You little brat, why are you pointing fingers at me here?" The doctor snorted coldly, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Naturally, he wouldn't let Meng Xiaosuo deal with it. If a person he couldn't heal was accidentally cured by this little girl, how would he do business in the future?Besides, Mrs. Huang is in her seventies and eighties. She is already at the age of exhaustion, and she will die when she dies. The world just lacks a mouth to eat.he thinks.

Seeing that he never backed down, Meng Xiaoshu was anxious to hire someone to carry Mrs. Huang out.It's not that she can't lift it up, but that if women show their strength in front of everyone, they will inevitably be criticized.

It's really a damn different world!

"You should think about it," the doctor knew that he couldn't convince Meng Xiaosuo, so he turned to threaten Uncle Zhao, "It's fine to carry him out, but your Zhao family and your Zhao family's relatives don't want to come into my house in the future." The door of this hospital!"

Zhao Shuben was a coward, moved his lips, but didn't dare to argue.

Seeing the old lady Huang on the bed, her breathing became weaker and weaker every time.Meng Xiaocom was so impatient, she didn't care whether there was any criticism or not, so she picked up the man and ran outside.

Opposite is the Lezhi Inn, she carried Mrs. Huang all the way to her room, and locked Uncle Zhao and others outside.

"Miss Meng, open the door quickly, what are you trying to do!" Uncle Zhao really didn't believe that Meng Xiaosuo could save his mother.Immediately, he was in a hurry, so he brought a wooden chair from the next door, trying to force the door open.

(End of this chapter)