Chapter 18 Throwing a Tantrum

"Stop it, have you had enough of the trouble?" Liu Kui yelled at Ma Cuilan with a sullen face.

"Hey, Liu Kui, you dare to speak to me so loudly, don't you want to live like this?" Ma Cuilan jumped up immediately after hearing what her husband said, pointing at Liu Kui's nose and cursing, "You scold me just for that brat? I get up early and stay up late for this family, taking care of the old and the young, how have I ever let you down?"

“Shall we go back and talk about it?” Liu Kui immediately softened and lowered his voice after being yelled at by the other party.

"Why are you going back? Let everyone see who you are. That kid's parents died. What does it have to do with you or us?" When Ma Cuilan looked at herself, her husband's tone softened and he immediately raised his head.

"Ma Cuilan, I heard that Xiao Liuzi's parents' land and compensation money were lost by you!" Someone suddenly said.

"Who is the idiot who spread this rumor?" Ma Cuilan felt a pair of eyes full of resentment staring at her. She looked up and saw Xiao Liuzi, who was about to leave, staring at her viciously. "What are you looking at, little brat? Your parents gave me money, so I consider it a subsidy. I'm lucky enough that I didn't ask for money from you. You two are still in our house..."

"Ma Cuilan, are you done? I'm going back." Seeing the look in Xiao Liuzi's eyes, Liu Kui left with a guilty conscience.

"Liu Kui——!" When Ma Cuilan saw that her husband was really dead, she quickly picked up her things and chased after him, leaving everyone shaking their heads.

"It's all over. Don't push yourself." Jiang He rubbed the child's forehead softly and said in a warm voice.

"Yes!" Xiao Liuzi nodded. "I am not strong enough now. I cannot conflict with them."

Jiang He's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, only rubbing the child's head with a lighter hand. "Go back."

Seeing that there was no more show to watch, everyone else packed up and went home to prepare dinner. Only Liu Xi was left watching with a gloomy face. He had never expected that Ma Cuilan was so useless. However, after a few words from the recorder, he was so scared that he dared not say a word.

He turned around and was about to leave, but was met with a pair of cloudy eyes. Liu Xi was startled and quickly turned his gaze away.

Uncle Liu placed his pipe on the tree trunk at his feet and tapped it. "Come with me."

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"Eh? That Ma Cuilan was making trouble in there just now. It was that old guy's fault. Let's wait for a dark and windy day and give him a good beating at night. What do you think?" Gao Youhui carried the tools in his hand on his shoulder. Although he asked this, his eyes were fixed on a figure who was on the opposite side of them.

"It was only 50% before, but now it's 90%." Jiang He rubbed the little six who was jumping beside him.

"You mean..." Gao Youhui narrowed his eyes.

"Let's talk about it when we get back. There are too many people here and they are gossiping." Lu Mingfeng reminded.

Gao Youhui glanced around and found that there were some vague gazes coming from all around, so he shut up, lowered his head, and carried the bag of corn that Uncle Liu had sent over on his shoulders.

"Are you back?" Grandpa was standing at the intersection with a hunched back and a cane in his hand, looking at them with a smile.