"They came into my vegetable garden, trampled on my plants, ruined a lot of vegetables, and even said they wanted to use my vegetables to feed their sheep."

“This aunt called me a cheap commodity, cursed my Xu family to be poor for life, and even bullied my second aunt.”

Just as Granny Yao was pondering this, Fu Man'er pointed at these people and began to complain.

Over the past few days, everyone had grown quite fond of this little girl, finding her very well-behaved. Only after hearing what she said did the onlookers understand what was going on.

The main reason is that Granny Yao's family is quite annoying, and many families have suffered losses because of them.

"Little brat, what do you know to spout nonsense? Who stepped on your vegetables? Why would I care about your little vegetables? I'm afraid my sheep wouldn't even want them."

Yesterday, when Granny Yao saw so many people crowding around the Xu family to buy sheep, she was extremely displeased and said a few unpleasant things. Unexpectedly, her grandson took it to heart and actually went to feed the sheep with the Xu family's vegetables.

However, she would not admit to this, nor would she think that her grandson had done anything wrong.

“Aunt Yao, you’re so old, yet you’re still so shameless. Ask your two grandsons if they were abused by them. Don’t tell me the children are too young. I, Ma Hong, am younger than you. When things get serious, don’t tell me you’re too old.”

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Ma Hong stood up from the ground, tidied her disheveled hair, and the scars that had been covered up were now visible.

"I'm here to get an explanation. If you don't give me a clear answer today, I'll turn your vegetable garden into something just like mine later."

Thinking of her family's messy vegetable garden, Fu Man'er suddenly burst into tears, crying and shouting, "Make up for my vegetable garden, make up for my vegetable garden, waaaah!"

“Yes, you pay for it.” Ma Hong’s eyes lit up. How come she hadn’t thought of asking them to pay for it?

"Pay my ass! You just hit us, so you're the one who should pay!" Ma Yizhi cursed through her sore mouth.

Ma Hong felt a little guilty. She had acted rashly in anger and hit him. What was she going to do now? Was she going to let the Yao family benefit from her? If only her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were here, they would have been more thoughtful than she was.

"It was clearly you who hit my aunt! You even made her bleed!" Fu Man'er cried as she accused her, a sight that evoked sympathy from everyone.

Oh my god, how could this little girl talk like that? She was the one who started it! Ma Hong wanted to pull Fu Man'er to her side and stop the girl from speaking.

The onlookers started chattering, "Look at Ma Hong's face, there are several bloody marks on it."

“Ma Yizhi is tall and strong. When I arrived, she was still sitting on Ma Hong’s lap, and Ma Hong couldn’t move.”

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"That's how the Yao family talks, they turn black into white, they're all the same."

As the situation grew increasingly unfavorable for the Yao family, Ma Yizhi started arguing again, "You can take what that little brat says seriously? She helped Ma Hong beat up my family of three. I don't know how many punches she's given me."

This time, Fu Man'er didn't even need to speak up; someone spoke up for her, "Ma Yizhi, how old is that kid? It's normal for him to help his aunt when she's being bullied. How could he possibly hurt you? I think you're just deliberately causing trouble."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Man'er cried even more bitterly, saying intermittently, "She, she pinched Auntie, hit her hard, boohoo, it hurts so much."

Hearing her niece protect her like this, Ma Hong felt a pang of sadness. "Good girl, you're really something."

She pulled Fu Man'er into her arms and said, "Folks, the Yao family is unreasonable, but the Xu family is not. Your child ruined my vegetables, but I don't want money. I'll compensate you for the vegetables. Otherwise, I'll ruin your vegetable garden too, and we'll be even."

"Yes, compensate us with vegetables." People around him echoed.

With so many people shouting and her grandson crying all around her, Old Lady Yao felt like her ears were going to rot. She had already cursed the Xu family's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart.

"It's just vegetables, I have plenty at home. I'll go pick some for you later." Old Mrs. Yao was a real penny-pincher, thinking she could delay as long as possible.

"No, let's do it now. The villagers are here, so they can all be witnesses and prevent you from accusing me of taking advantage of you later." For some reason, Ma Hong suddenly became clever this time. She knew that if she waited until later, she wouldn't even see rotten vegetable leaves.

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Forced into a corner, Granny Yao led her people to the vegetable garden. The two vegetable gardens were not far apart, and when everyone saw the Xu family's vegetable garden, they all said that the Yao family was not doing things properly.

"Hmph, you heartless bastard! I hope a torrential downpour will kill all your vegetable seedlings," Old Mrs. Yao muttered under her breath.

After receiving the vegetables, Ma Hong was finally satisfied. She thanked the villagers who had gathered around and took Fu Man'er home.

Granny Yao grew angrier the more she thought about it, cursing all the way back, hurling insults at every member of the Xu family. When she got home and saw the vegetable leaves scattered on the ground, she became even angrier.

Although it was his own grandson who did this, he couldn't bear to hit his grandson, so he took his anger out on Ma Yizhi instead.

At that moment, Ma Yizhi was taking off her clothes to check her injuries inside the house. She was in excruciating pain, but there was no injury at all. Just as she was wondering about this, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Mother?" Ma Yizhi was startled and quickly closed her clothes.

"You damned woman, the two kids are still crying over there, and you're still changing your clothes here?" Ma Yizhi has always been vain, so it's not surprising that Granny Yao thought this way.

"Mother, no, let me see where that brat hit me just now," Ma Yizhi quickly explained.

But in her rage, Granny Yao didn't believe it at all. "I don't care whether that brat was hit or not. Today I'm going to give you a good beating. You let that good-for-nothing bully our home. You can't even protect your child. What use are you?"

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"Didn't you protect them either?" Ma Yizhi wanted to say something but didn't dare to. Seeing Granny Yao coming over with a broom, she instinctively wanted to hide. "Mother, didn't you say they were ruining the Xu family's vegetable garden?" Why is she being blamed now?

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because the more she talked, the angrier Old Lady Yao became. She had just raised the broom and was about to hit him when Ma Yizhi, with nowhere to hide, had no choice but to run into the yard.

But her legs were in so much pain. It had taken her a lot of effort to get up, and now, as soon as she took a step, her knee buckled and she collapsed, screaming for her parents.

The two children outside, seeing this scene, cried out in shock and fear, "Grandma is hitting Mom! Grandma is going to beat Mom to death!"

When Granny Yao saw Ma Yizhi fall down, she quickly put down the broom in her hand, and cried out in pain, "Ouch!"

She felt a numbness in her lower back and dared not move; she had strained her back.

She propped the broom in her hand, her back hunching uncomfortably. "Ma Yizhi, you heartless bastard, aren't you going to help me up?"

Although Ma Yizhi was happy inside, she looked helpless. After her fall, she couldn't move her leg.

So, drawn by the cries of Yao's two grandsons, the crowd gathered again—yes, it was the same people from before.

They're running around so enthusiastically, ignoring all the excitement; they must have some kind of problem, especially running one event after another.