Jiang Sheng was delighted to earn a net profit of sixteen coins on his first business venture, but he didn't forget what happened when he was collecting mushrooms.
She wanted to save Aunt Zhang from her predicament.
We have to ask Fang Heng for help with this, since he's the strongest fighter in the whole family.
"You want to break someone's arms and legs?" Fang Heng was taken aback.
He felt he needed to change his opinion of Xiao Jiang Sheng. Such a cute and adorable girl was actually so ruthless, comparable to the cruel officials of Fengjing.
"It's fine if we don't break his arms and legs," Jiang Sheng said seriously. "As long as he can't move, that's fine."
Fang Heng, "..."
Severing the tendons in your hands and feet? That seems even more cruel. Severed hands and feet can recover, but severed tendons mean complete disability.
Jiang Sheng could sense that her third brother's gaze was becoming increasingly strange.
She scratched her head, puzzled, and said, "That uncle from the Zhou family always beats my aunt. I just want him to be quiet and stop beating her."
What bad intentions could a little girl possibly have?
Fang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he had overcomplicated things and had mistaken Jiang Sheng for one of the noble ladies of Fengjing.
At such a young age, they are already scheming and plotting against each other, resorting to any means necessary.
“If that’s the case, it’s not difficult.” Fang Heng snapped out of his reverie. “Let’s go back first.”
Carrying a huge sum of thirty-six coins in town is really not very safe.
Jiang Sheng also sensed someone peeking at her from behind. Her heart tightened slightly, worried that Pang Dashan was coming for revenge.
"Don't be afraid," Fang Heng said, walking at the very back. "I'm here."
Jiang Sheng felt relieved. In her heart, her third brother was so incredibly powerful. With her third brother around, she wasn't afraid of that good-for-nothing Pang Dashan.
And so, the three children swaggered out of town and returned to the dilapidated temple.
On the way, they discussed a way to deal with Zhou Zhiqiang.
Zhou Zhiqiang was addicted to alcohol and often wandered around drunk. Jiang Sheng decided to dig a big pit for him not far from the dilapidated temple, cover it with a layer of dry branches, and make it look like flat ground. If you stepped on it, you would fall into the pit.
It's only half a person's height deep, so it won't kill you, but it can leave you completely disoriented.
It would be even better if I could twist my ankle or break my leg.
Let's get right to it.
Back at the dilapidated temple, Jiang Sheng hid the thirty-six coins at the foot of the Buddha statue, and then pulled his brothers to dig a hole.
Zheng Ruqian and Fang Heng were the main force, Wen Zhiyun helped find withered branches and leaves, and Xu Mo sat outside the dilapidated temple to keep watch.
If anyone came, the children would cover the mud puddle with their bodies and pretend to be naughty.
Fortunately, no one came until the trap was made.
But how to get Zhou Zhiqiang out of the trap is the problem.
Fortunately, Jiang Sheng had a plan. She patted her chest and said, "That Uncle Zhou has disliked me for a long time. Several times, if I hadn't been quick-witted and run away, I would have been beaten up."
Now all she needs to do is lure him in again, and Zhou Zhiqiang will surely fall for it and chase after her to attack.
Jiang Sheng was pleased with herself for her cleverness and didn't notice that her brothers' eyes had changed.
What kind of hardship did my sister endure in the past?
“I think one pit isn’t enough,” Xu Mo pondered. “How about we add some pebbles inside?”
"Add some sharpened branches." Fang Heng's eyes were cold.
"Add some dog shit." Zheng Ruqian gritted his teeth.
Wen Zhiyun didn't say anything, but silently picked up a hibernating hedgehog and threw it into the pit.
As expected, Jiang Sheng attracted Zhou Zhiqiang.
Before she could even stick out her tongue or make a face, just peeking out, the drunken Zhou Zhiqiang started cursing, "Isn't that the little bastard who always steals our food? You orphan, you ate our food, spit it out, spit it out..."
"You dare run? I'll beat you to death, break your legs, and sell you..."
His eyes were blurry with drunkenness when he suddenly lost his footing and fell into the pit.
Instantly, a wail was heard throughout the entire Shilipu Village.
"ah……"
Pebbles pricked his feet, sharp branches pierced his skin, and he was covered in dog poop, but the most painful thing was the curled-up hedgehog, which almost turned Zhou Zhiqiang into a sieve.
"Who the hell dug this hole? It's a trap! Where did this hedgehog come from...?"
Zhou Zhiqiang cursed and swore, his voice booming with energy.
Aunt Zhang came running when she heard the noise, and when she saw her husband's appearance, she was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground.
"You wretched woman, pull me out, pull me out now!" Zhou Zhiqiang turned his head and yelled at Aunt Zhang again, "Useless thing, pull me out!"
He was lazy and gluttonous, with a lot of fat, while Aunt Zhang was as thin as paper. When she reached out and pulled him, she almost fell into the pit.
"It's no use, it's no use."
Zhou Zhiqiang was cursing and swearing as he was carried out by other men in the village.
Aunt Zhang came over to help him with tears in her eyes, but he slapped her to the ground, saying, "You're no use at all."
Other villagers couldn't bear to see him like this, so they offered some words of advice and then carried him back to the Zhou family.
Aunt Zhang followed behind like a wronged young wife.
Once everyone had left, Jiang Sheng poked her head out of the dilapidated temple. Behind her, three heads were tilted to the side.
Xu Mo sat on the mattress, smiling as he looked at his younger siblings.
"Why would he hit and yell at Auntie even in this state?" Jiang Sheng asked, puzzled. "Do you really want to break his arms and legs?"
Xu Mo patted her head. "The book says that problems should be traced back to their root cause. The root cause of Aunt Zhang being beaten and scolded was not Zhou Zhiqiang."
"Who is that?" Jiang Sheng looked up, her amber eyes filled with confusion.
“It was Aunt Zhang herself,” Xu Mo said truthfully. “If she couldn’t resist, even if she killed Zhou Zhiqiang, there would be Zhao Zhiqiang, Li Zhiqiang, and countless other Zhiqiangs in the future.”
Jiang Sheng seemed to understand, but not quite.
A person who is too cowardly will suffer no matter who they marry, because cowardice can infinitely amplify the other person's wickedness and audacity.
Only by being strong, intelligent, and decisive can one handle any kind of person with ease and skill.
Jiang Sheng seemed not to understand, yet she also seemed to understand.
"Won't Uncle Zhou be punished for bullying Aunt Zhang like this?" She was still not satisfied.
Xu Mo smiled slightly and glanced at the Zhou family members walking towards the dilapidated temple. "Hmm... why aren't they here?"
When Zhou Zhiqiang returned home, he quickly cleaned his wound and the dog feces. He noticed that his right foot was abnormally swollen. An elderly person judged that he had probably twisted his ankle and needed to see a doctor as soon as possible.
The Zhou family quickly packed their things to push the flatbed cart to the town.
Just then, Zhao Dazhu was there and told them regretfully, "Something happened at the clinic in town, and the couple is gone."
"However, there was a young doctor in the dilapidated temple at the entrance of the village. He was young but had extraordinary medical skills. My father's intestinal disease was treated with a folk remedy for a few days and he actually got better."
"His consultation fee is cheap, only two coins."
Upon hearing this, the Zhou family was overjoyed and quickly sent someone to the dilapidated temple to invite the young doctor.
Wen Zhiyun.
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