Aunt Liu, your clothes are so bad that the water looks dirty. And what is covered with your hands and head? The clothes are full of mold. It doesn’t cost five cents to give you at most three cents.

Liu Yanrong sighed and responded softly.

She didn't want to argue with her neighbor over this little money. Anyway, it was just a matter of selling some energy. If she washed an extra basin of clothes, she could earn the money back.

She is never afraid of doing more.

A young woman with thick patches on her elbow and long-faced scolded a bunch of inappropriate things, and finally satisfied and took out the money to take away her clothes.

Liu Yanrong looked at the sky and his waist was a little sore. The smoke from the cooking stove gradually rose in the village. Old men and women gathered under the tree. The man smoked two bags of cigarettes, the woman did needlework, and the Zhang family and Li family said some gossip.

She didn't have to come over and listen, and she knew that there was probably her own share in the gossip.

In his early years, he was widowed and had only one daughter, so why did his daughter become a singer?

What she knew was that some people in the village were not good at speaking.

Why.

She was also worried that her daughter always raps is serious and there is nothing shameful about it, but she is just a traditional woman. In her opinion, singing is a low-ranking errand. Once a girl embarks on that path, the future will be difficult.

But she had only one thousand, ten thousand, and she didn't want to. That day, she saw her daughter kneeling at the door of the medicine shop for her mouthful of medicine, crying silently, and begging softly, but she couldn't say a word.

It’s not that she is living a life of silence. She knows that this world is difficult. She and her daughter depend on each other for life. If her daughter is gone, she is a girl who has not married, what should she do?

When I am here, my uncle and my cousin are also my cousin. I always have to look at my childhood friendship and take care of my children. If I am gone, Yuanyuan will become a lonely ghost.

Yuanyuan's child is the flesh that fell from her belly. She knew that the child had her own temperament. No matter how hard the child was, he could survive. If he wanted to die, the child would probably not be able to untie his knot in his life.

Liu Yanrong always thought that she would live a little longer, at least she would see that the child married and gave birth to a child, and took root in this world.

Dirty woman, smelly woman!

A few children suddenly rushed over, and each of them threw the trash at Liu Yanrong.

Liu Yanrong was startled and quickly raised his hand to cover his head and face. After waiting for a while, he didn't feel any pain.

Wow!

Suddenly, a child's crying loudly exploded in his ears.

She quickly put down her hand and looked over. A girl who looked very familiar but not very familiar, grabbed the back of a fat boy's neck with one hand and pressed him on the ground to rub him hard.

The child couldn't even cry, and when he cried, he would sip of sand and struggle with his limbs.

The other children also sat down on the ground, and they felt so painful that they grinned and cried.

Yuanyuan?

Wu Yuanyuan said anxiously: Don’t let my mother see that I won’t hit people.

Yang Yuying chuckled: Then you have to learn from the future, I can’t learn from you, so you can only learn from me.

Wu Yuanyuan was stunned, shut up and didn't say anything.

In fact, she also wants to learn from Sister Yuying.

As soon as the child cried, several parents of children immediately appeared around him.

What are you doing, who are you? Let go of my treasure.

They were all on the side just now, chatting and doing things. No one took their own naughty behavior seriously and just kept blind. But now they were anxious.

Several old ladies and young wives rushed over and were full of momentum and could spit out fire in their noses. When they approached, they looked at Yang Yuying, but they unconsciously stopped their mouths.

People who have lived in the village for decades have little knowledge, but sometimes it is very easy to tell whether a person can be provoked or not.

Yang Yuying quietly pinched their baby, with a cold expression, but her makeup, demeanor, hairpin on her head, and tassels on her clothes all meant that this was a person from heaven, completely different from them.

Where can such a person be provoked?

If you really want to offend me, wouldn’t it bring disaster to your family?

They have never seen a fool who is worse than death in his life because of offending noble people.

Many people in the village are group and xenophobic, and are very fierce, but when it is not necessary, everyone is well aware of the principle of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, so they don’t cause trouble if they don’t cause them.

After all, this place is not a village like Dengzhou, and not every villager has the courage to cultivate land during the day and go up the mountain to be a bandit at night.

Yang Yuying ignored the people who were around and pushed them to Liu Yanrong and Liu with her naughty child: I'm sorry, I said you know you were wrong, and I will never dare to do it again.

Several children were so scared that their legs became weak and they were trembling and unable to speak. Yang Yuying's eyes were slightly cold, "I know what the consequences of a naughty child will be? I've seen a child who was ignorant and touched the horse's hooves at will, but the horse stomped to death with one foot, and his brain was broken and covered in the ground. Why, do you want to try it too?

Wow!

The children cried.

The parents were also scared and sweating profusely. They finally came to their senses and hurriedly coaxed their children and said angrily: You, how do you bully people, they are all children, what do you know!

Yang Yuying sneered: I heard that there were many bandits nearby, and I had just wiped out a wave of bandits on the road. You kids were angry on their faces. I don’t think it’s good. Maybe they will meet bandits when they go out and suffer disaster.

You, too, still have the kingly law!

Of course, there is no, Zhou Shifei, Mr. Zhou’s cousin is the magistrate of Yong'an County. If one day your naughty child is plundered and disappeared, I want him to talk to the magistrate of the county to send more soldiers to find him, what if you take care of my mother like this?

A group of women saw Zhou Shifei acting like a playboy from head to toe, and they couldn't help but believe it. As they were hesitating, an old woman rushed over and held the child's head and said sternly: Xiaobao, kowtow to your Grandma Liu to apologize, and then talk nonsense, I will throw you to the back mountain to feed the wolf.

The child cried loudly.

Yang Yuying only looked at it on the side and didn't interrupt until these people had no choice but to be shocked and silenced to the children in their hearts and apologize. She said nothing about her words. She turned her head, helped Liu up, and smiled and said: Let's go into the house and talk.

The women in the country looked at each other and hesitated for a while, and finally led their children home.

The villagers who were chatting outside were stunned and left in a hurry without the interest in chatting.

Zhou Shifei was used as a prop, and reached out to touch the back, and felt cold sweat in one hand, thinking: It is so easy to deal with these country women who are accustomed to being unwilling torture?

In fact, of course it is not simple. Not every noble lady will not suffer any loss when she is in such a place. The people have their own survival wisdom. They can clearly see what kind of people they cannot provoke.

Every expression on Yang Yuying's face brought great pressure to everyone, and even Liu's mother was silent.

Everyone instinctively guessed that she was not joking, and that she might have killed her child when she was unhappy.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is indeed human instinct.
Chapter completed!