An inexplicable anger surged in the heart of the Third Master.

"Mei Cuiping, today, if you don't ask the money-losing bastard you found to apologize to my Xiaojun, I, Zhang Ruhua, will absolutely not comply."

Just as Zhang Ruhua was about to rush to Mei Cuiping with a howling sound, she suddenly slipped, and then there was a thud, followed by a scream.

"Ouch, I'm going to die from the fall."

In front of village cadres, villagers and the Chu family, Zhang Ruhua fell to the ground.

Lu Feng glanced at the Third Master, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

The small stone at the feet of the vicious old woman was clearly at the feet of the young master San just now.

No one else noticed the little trick that the Third Master just did, but he saw it clearly.

The Third Master, who even finds it troublesome to talk to irrelevant people, has frequently stepped in to protect the Yun family's grandparents and grandchildren today. It seems that the Third Master likes the Yun family's grandparents and grandchildren very much.

Seeing Zhang Ruhua fall to the ground with her butt, Mei Cuiping felt so happy. If she hadn't been concerned about her son's engagement with Old Wang's daughter, she would have applauded.

"Xiaojun's grandma, please don't be the first to complain. Your Xiaojun's knee is scratched, but it's not my Mianmian's fault. It's your grandson who is as fat as a ball and can't walk steadily, so he fell. Last night, your grandson tried to snatch my granddaughter's paper lantern and called her a little beggar. I haven't even bothered your Wang family yet, but you're bothering me first."

As she spoke, Mei Cuiping glanced at the village party secretary Yun Jianhua who was walking towards them.

"It just so happens that Secretary Yun is here too, so let's let him judge the matter."

"Xiaojun's grandma, Mianmian's grandma, what are you arguing about again? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by Old Madam Chu?"

Yun Jianhua walked over with a dark face and glared at the whole family.

Only then did Mei Cuiping and Zhang Ruhua calm down.

"Uncle Secretary, please don't blame my grandma. She got angry because she saw me being bullied. Woo woo woo."

Yun Jianhua felt someone grabbing the hem of his coat. He looked down and saw a chubby little crying baby.

"It's all my fault, Uncle Secretary. If you want to scold someone, scold me instead of my grandma. Woo woo woo."

Seeing the adorable little girl with red and wet eyes from crying, Yun Jianhua felt so soft in his heart.

"Little girl, don't cry. Uncle doesn't blame your grandma."

Yun Jianhua heard what Mei Cuiping said just now, and the little girl next to him was two or three years younger than the fat boy from Old Wang's family, and was much shorter in height. He would never believe that the little girl bullied the fat boy from Old Wang's family even if he was beaten to death.

"Xiaojun's grandma, if you keep pampering Xiaojun like this, something bad will happen sooner or later."

"If everything is fine, go home quickly. Why are you gathering here so early in the morning? You won't have to feed the chickens, ducks, and pigs at home."

Yun Jianhua angrily scolded Zhang Ruhua, then waved his hand to disperse the villagers who were watching the fun, including the people from Old Wang's family.

Seeing that Yun Jianhua couldn't get any benefits here, Zhang Ruhua got up from the ground, patted her butt and prepared to leave.

Clack, clack!

Just as she took a step forward holding Wang Xiaojun's hand, a spotted hen flew in from nowhere.

The spotted hen cackled loudly, flapped its wings and swooped down on the Wang family's grandfather and grandson like a charging chicken. It flew up and landed on top of Zhang Ruhua's head. Its claws grabbed Zhang Ruhua's hair that was tied up at the back of her head, and its pointed beak pecked at Zhang Ruhua's head like pecking at food.