Chapter 254
Lingwu, who was going to school with a large group of children, heard a lot of unpleasant things on the way.
"What kind of trouble is that crazy woman causing now? Sending a worthless brat to school!" asked Zhang Cuiping, a middle-aged woman wearing a blue headscarf, as she stood on the edge of the field, leaning on her hoe.
When the thin little girl Zhang Pandi next to Zhang Cuiping heard the word "worthless good-for-nothing," her eyes had already lost their struggle. After all, the word "worthless good-for-nothing" was the mildest among all the insults directed at her.
The old man, who was bent over, and the villagers scattered in different fields also raised their heads, looked at each other, and began to spit everywhere.
"Exactly! Sending a money-losing brat to school is pointless; in the end, he'll just be sent to someone else's house anyway."
"You yourself said she's a crazy woman, what do you expect us to understand?"
"Not content with bringing misfortune to her own husband and daughter, she's now causing trouble again. I think she wants to bring misfortune to that money-losing girl too!"
"What is Teacher Li thinking? We've asked her before, but she wouldn't even help us out. Why is she going to that crazy woman now? I was so worried last night, afraid that she was deliberately trying to poison my precious grandson!"
Zhang Cuiping's lips curled down, her face full of sarcasm. "That's exactly what I meant! What's the point of sending a money-losing girl to study so many books? Why not use her while she's still young? In a few years, when she's older, she'll be sold off and she'll still be working for someone else!"
They kept calling them "money-losing goods".
But some people forget that they and "money-losing goods" are the same gender.
The scene of a large group of little boys surrounding a little girl on her way to school has been playing out every day for the past two days.
A group of villagers, spitting as they talked on the edge of the field, all spotted their grandson one after another.
Zhang Cuiping, hands on her hips, rushed forward and asked, "Dabao, aren't you going to school? Why are you hanging out with that good-for-nothing?"
The little boy, called Da Bao, shook off Zhang Cuiping's hands, his face showing annoyance, and shouted, "Xiao Wu is not a money-loser! I think you're the money-loser!"
People who are spoiled will always do whatever they want.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuiping felt a surge of anger, but it wasn't directed at her beloved grandson; rather, it was directed at Ling Wu.
While comforting her beloved grandson, she turned to Ling Wu, who was surrounded by admirers, and cursed fiercely, "Is it you, you little slut, who corrupted my Da Bao?"
Before Ling Wu could even speak or look at her, the group of little kids surrounding her were already unhappy!
Dongliang stood in front of Lingwu to protect her, preventing Zhang Cuiping from getting angry and hurting Lingwu.
Da Yue, who had just been sulking, forgot his anger and immediately retorted, "Who are you cursing, you little slut?"
Seeing this, Zhang Cuiping's already angry mood flared up even more.
Especially since she had become a thorn in the side of a group of children, and even her beloved grandson was struggling in her arms, yelling at her, "You bad girl! I'll beat you to death!"
Zhang Cuiping's blood boiled with anger. She pulled Zhang Dabao into her arms and angrily shouted at Dayue, "Who are you cursing? Who else could you be cursing? I'm cursing this good-for-nothing from this crazy woman's family!"
Da Yue wasn't afraid and nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's right, it's that little bitch who's cursing."
Before Zhang Cuiping could react, Da Yue spoke up with a serious expression: "But Xiao Wu didn't curse anyone, so the only one who could have cursed you is you, you little bitch, no... you old bitch!"
Zhang Cuiping still didn't understand, but Zhang Dabao, who was struggling in her arms, understood first, "That's right! You bad guy, you're the little bitch!"
He had long been used to being domineering at home, and Zhang Cuiping, who was holding him, was experiencing for the first time the bitterness that Zhang Pandi had endured at home.
“Zhang Dabao! I’m your grandma!” Zhang Cuiping said angrily.
"Bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy!" Zhang Dabao continued to do as he pleased, clenching his fists and punching Zhang Cuiping in the face.
Zhang Cuiping couldn't dodge in time and was punched in the eye socket, causing her excruciating pain, but even so, she still refused to abandon Zhang Dabao.
Seeing this, Zhang Pandi, who was sitting at the aunt's feet, cried with worry, but she couldn't help feeling a little relieved.
But she knew that if she didn't stop her, she would definitely get a beating when she got home, so she raised her hands and said, "Grandma, give me Da Bao, please take a look at his eyes!"
Zhang Cuiping held Zhang Dabao in one arm and covered her eyes with the other, constantly groaning in pain.
A group of people on the edge of the field rushed over in a panic, quickly shielding their grandsons behind them, afraid that Zhang Cuiping might get angry and hurt their precious child.
Under the warm golden sun, the few children whose parents were no longer around still lingered around Lingwu.
But they weren't afraid; they held hands and stood protectively in front of Lingwu.
Da Yue was held captive in his grandfather's arms.
With a powerful backer, the chubby little boy rolled his eyes, then pouted, and his eyes welled up with tears.
He cried out in a pitiful voice, "Grandpa, this grandma is insulting my classmate. If she's insulting my classmate, isn't that insulting me too? Am I a little bitch? And what are you?"
Upon hearing this, Grandpa Dayue's face also showed some displeasure. He coaxed Dayue, "Yes, it's all her fault. Grandpa will beat her right away to vent my anger for my precious grandson!"
Seeing this, the other children, now with someone to rely on, followed suit and cried out.
For a time, the noise was so loud it made people's scalps tingle.
Ling Wu glanced at the children in front of her.
A spoiled child who is pampered at home is actually the easiest to discipline by their peers.
Especially at school, when teachers and classmates don't indulge them, if a teacher likes someone and classmates admire someone, that person will easily become their object of worship.
This is why the attitudes of "only daring to bully one's own people" and "following the crowd" arose.
Therefore, Lingwu was not surprised by the scene of a group of children defending themselves.
Because she had only been there a few days, Ling Wu was still petite and her skin was not fair.
But her small face has already subtly changed, making her look unlike an ordinary village girl.
As the sun rises in the east, its rays spread across the sky.
A glow spread across the little girl's face. She lowered her head and looked at the scene that had arisen because of her, yet for which she was not at fault, without uttering a word.
Beneath her curled eyelashes, her eyes were clear and bright.
The villagers, who had initially resented her because their grandson had protected her, were now inexplicably afraid to look her in the eye or even curse her.
He avoided eye contact, thinking to himself: How come this madwoman's good-for-nothing son looks as handsome as a fairy boy from a temple?
Zhang Cuiping's eye pain had subsided considerably, and Zhang Pandi took Zhang Dabao from her arms.
Now that she was empty-handed and filled with rage, she lunged at Ling Wu with one eye open!
A group of children, without any adults to protect them, still stood in front of Ling Wu, and instinctively closed their eyes when they saw her rushing towards them.
Just one second, two seconds...
The imagined pain didn't come; instead, they heard the sound of a slap on the cheek.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw her grandmother, who had cooked a delicious meal yesterday. She grabbed Zhang Cuiping with one hand and slapped her across the face with the other!
"Zhang Cuiping, I think you've forgotten how this crazy old woman got her name!" Song Chunhua coldly rebuked.
"I might call my daughter a brat at most, but where do you get the nerve to insult her?"
"I think you've had enough of the good life and are itching for a beating!"
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