Chapter 850 I Just Want to Beat You Up

Most of the feces water, which not only stung her nose but also irritated her eyes, poured onto Song Xiangwu's feet. It was hot in summer, and she wore a pair of shallow-mouthed shoes made of thin cloth. The stinking feces water splashed onto her calves and flowed along the edge of the shoes into the shoe shell.

Something was crawling on the soles of my feet.

The hair on her back stood up all the way to the top of her head. Song Xiangwu screamed and took off her shoes: "There are bugs in my shoes!!"

She took off her shoes, but the soles of her feet still felt that way. She ran barefoot to a place where there was no feces, sat down on the ground, and kept retching until her eyes turned red.

Jiang Lian and Cheng Sile, who were nearby, were not much better off and were also splashed all over.

Jiang Lian threw away the stick and ran to a dry place to vomit, and Cheng Sile also went to vomit.

The man from the Shen family and Jiang Jun, who were standing at the door, vomited because of the stench that irritated their eyes.

For a moment, the only sound was the sound of moonlight inside and outside the courtyard.

The only one who didn't vomit was Jiang Wanwan, who hugged her shoulders and looked at the three women in the yard with a cold face.

She stood with her back straight, her pretty face expressionless.

After Cheng Sile finished vomiting for a while, she found Jiang Wanwan standing at the door. Not only was there no picture, but she was still very beautiful. Although she didn't know why she appeared here, based on the current situation, she trembled and gave her a thumbs up.

"Ugh... Jiang Wanwan... Ugh... You actually vomited... without spitting out... Ugh..."

Cheng Sile vomited and asked a question from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing the name Jiang Wanwan, Jiang Lian stopped vomiting. Her face was pale, and sweat smudged the thick powder on her face. The white liquid mixed with sweat flowed down, revealing the mottled scars on her face that could not be erased.

Jiang Lian then noticed that the words just now were said by Jiang Wanwan.

If it weren't for her, the dung bucket wouldn't have spilled at all!

The manure water that she had picked out with great difficulty and was about to splash on Shen Yejun was all spilled!

The plan failed halfway, all because of Jiang Wanwan who showed up halfway!

"Jiang Wanwan! Why is it you again? Are you happy that the three of us were soaked in shit water?" Jiang Lian asked in a roar.

Jiang Wanwan nodded lightly: "Yes."

Very happy.

I'm so happy that I can drink up two pounds of liquor with one peanut.

Jiang Lian's words were stuck in her throat, and she looked at Jiang Wanwan with great anguish: "Are you sick? Mom, look at her. If it weren't for her, the dung bucket wouldn't have spilled!"

"She deliberately made us laugh and made you so embarrassed."

Song Xiangwu's calves were covered with yellow-green feces. Her face was darker than the ash at the bottom of a pot. She clenched her fists and roared, "Jiang Wanwan, why did you scare Sile? What should we do now? Come and wash my feet!"

Jiang Wanwan sneered: "I think you haven't woken up yet."

"Where is my father-in-law?"

When this question was asked, the three women in the yard paused.

Cheng Sile, who wanted to curse, swallowed his words back.

Jiang Wanwan could see that they were guilty. It was not only related to Jiang Lian, but it seemed that all three of them were involved.

"Who is your father-in-law? I don't know him." Cheng Sile said this to try to cover up the truth.

Jiang Lian spat out again before saying, "Your father-in-law is already several dozen years old. Does he need us to watch over him when he goes out? Don't make me laugh to death."

Several men in the Shen family were still vomiting.

Jiang Jun wanted to help, but he vomited before he could finish his words.

Jiang Wanwan didn't count on them either. She walked to the wall and picked up a dozen small stones. She picked up one and threw it at the shoulders of Song Xiangwu, Jiang Lian, and Cheng Sile.

It was so painful when the stones hit his body that Cheng Sile started crying after being hit by one.

Song Xiangwu secretly cursed Jiang Wanwan as a lunatic and dragged her weak body to stand in front of Cheng Sile.

Jiang Lian snorted coldly when she saw this scene. No matter how much she gave, Song Xiangwu would not be moved. She was just a mean person who clung to the rich and powerful!

Jiang Lian and the others didn't want to fight back. Everyone knows how to throw stones, but they were so disgusting that they didn't have the energy to fight back.

After Jiang Wanwan threw more than a dozen, Jiang Lian covered her red shoulder and said, "Give up, we just haven't seen it."

Jiang Wanwan brushed off the dust on her hands.

"You're thinking too much. I just want to beat you up."

She turned around and led her people away.

Jiang Lian and Song Xiangwu were so angry that they rolled around all day long. At the same time, they both fell down.

Cheng Sile was so nauseated that she almost vomited all the bile. When she turned around, she saw that both of them had collapsed. She cried while trying to save them.

At the foot of the military district, the mountain breeze is cool and the trees are lush.

Away from Jiang Lian, Shen Jianjun felt a little better: "Fourth brother's wife, what are we doing here?"

Jiang Wanwan observed the surrounding terrain, took out a whistle from her pocket, and blew it hard a few times. The sound was regular.

"Jiang Lian and the others carried the manure just to bully my father-in-law. How far can three women carry manure?"

Shen Dazhu suddenly realized: "You mean, Cheng Du didn't take Uncle San out of the military area, and he's still here."

Jiang Wanwan: “Yes.”

Shen Erzhu: "Should we split up and go up the mountain to look for it?"

Jiang Wanwan looked at the mountain and closed her eyes. After a while, she heard the sound of something running quickly through the woods, at an extremely fast speed, towards her.

"No, someone who can help us will be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a nimble wolf jumped out of the woods, soared in the air for a few seconds, and landed in front of Jiang Wanwan. Its four hooves scraped the sand on the ground and it stopped, raising a cloud of smoke.

After landing, Jiang Yourou's nose moved, and the white hair on his head suddenly stood up. He hugged his face with one of his front hooves and looked at Jiang Wanwan with disgust in his eyes.

The gray-green wolf eyes seemed to be asking: Have you gone to eat shit?

Jiang Wanwan bit her teeth in silence, her temples throbbing: "Don't play tricks on me, go and smell them, think about Shen Yejun, the one who cooked goat milk for you in the production team, he got into trouble and was kidnapped, go and smell him on the mountain."

Jiang Yourou absorbed such a long passage, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he ran into the mountain with his fangs bared.

Shen Dazhu pointed in the direction where Jiang Yourou left and said, "I haven't seen him for a while. He has grown so big. Has he always been in the mountains? He can even understand human language and the whistle you blow? It's amazing."

Jiang Wanwan nodded: "Xingjiang trained it a lot when he was at home."

Half an hour later, Jiang Yourou came back panting, whimpering softly and led them up the mountain. His father had taught him not to whimper too loudly at the foot of the mountain so as not to scare people.

Jiang Yourou is very smart and remembers everything Jiang Wanwan and Shen Xingjiang taught him.

There are many mushrooms in the rainy season, and there are many ways up the mountain. Soon, they turned a few corners and saw an abandoned forest watchhouse on an open space halfway up the mountain.

There was thick smoke coming out of the chimney inside the house.

Inside the house, the kang board was extremely hot, so hot that the kang leather on it melted.

Shen Yejun sat on the kang, his buttocks were burned so hard that it hurt, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his face was redder than pig liver. He put his hands on his knees, and he held them tightly in pain, and his pants were wrinkled.

"Brother Cheng, I've been sitting on the kang for half an hour. Can you follow the agreement and not reveal Xingjiang's identity? He's a soldier and a poor child. I don't want... um... I don't want him to be burdened by his reputation and talked about by everyone. Even if I beg you..."