"Ah...it hurts! Let me go!"
Zheng Baoqin felt like her scalp was about to be torn off by Zheng Daya, and the pain made her cry.
But Zheng Daya showed no sign of letting go, so she immediately bumped into Zheng Daya's face, waving her hands and scratching her face hard.
"Ahhhhh...my face!"
While dodging Zheng Baoqin's vicious claws, Zheng Daya used her free hand to tightly pinch Zheng Daya's arm, and also scratched several bloody cuts on Zheng Daya's face with her nails.
The two men fought fiercely for a while.
Zheng Sanya, who was standing next to them, was afraid that she would be affected, so she ran away as soon as the two men started fighting.
Zheng Jinbao was so excited that he even clapped and cheered:
"Come on, come on! Let's see who knocks who down first!"
When Aunt Zheng saw that both of her daughters had red faces, she became anxious and hurried forward to separate them.
"Let go quickly, how can sisters fight like this at home?
Look at what you look like now?
Do you want to make a fool of yourself in front of the whole team?"
Fortunately, Aunt Zheng had been working hard for many years and had strong hands, so she managed to pull the two apart after a while.
As soon as the people were pulled away, Zheng Daya covered her face and started to complain.
"Mom, look at her, she actually scratched my face, it hurts!
What if I get disfigured and can’t get married?
Aunt Zheng was a little worried when she heard this and quickly checked Zheng Daya's face.
Zheng Daya's nose was blue and purple, and her mouth was covered with blood.
There was not a single good spot on his face, with several bloodstains scattered across it, and I don't know if it will leave scars.
Seeing this, Aunt Zheng couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards the culprit Zheng Baoqin.
"Baoqin, how could you be so cruel to Daya?
And it's the face.
If these bloodstains leave scars, how will Daya choose a partner in the future?"
Zheng Baoqin heard these words of defense, which undoubtedly confirmed Aunt Zheng's bias.
It is clear at a glance who is more important, her or Zheng Daya.
Although the family was so poor that they could barely make ends meet, she didn't care at all.
But he still felt uncomfortable in his heart, his eyes darkened, and then he sneered.
"That's what she deserved. If she hadn't attacked me first, how could I have fought back?
And she was disfigured?
Didn’t you see that she scratched my face too?
She also pulled out a large clump of his hair, and he became bald.
Who was the one who did it?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Aunt Zheng noticed the injuries on Zheng Baoqin's face. Although they did not look as serious as Daya's, there were several more cuts on her face.
Even a piece of his scalp was torn off, and blood was dripping down his face, which looked a bit creepy.
This stopped her from blaming anyone.
After all, it was Daya who took action first.
At this time, I could only smile awkwardly and try to smooth things over.
"Since both of you are wrong, let's forget about it.
Bickering and quarreling between sisters can be considered as a way to cultivate feelings.
But you can’t do this anymore, you hear me?
Now hurry up and apply some wood ash. It will stop the bleeding. You can’t leave scars on a grown woman.”
When she heard about leaving a scar, Zheng Daya panicked instantly. She didn't bother to bother Zheng Baoqin anymore and rushed to the kitchen to start picking up wood ash.
Although Zheng Baoqin was also worried about her face, she grew up in the city and had more experience. She did not think that the ash left over from burning fire could stop the bleeding.
And even if it could stop the bleeding, she couldn't bear to have such a dirty thing smeared on her delicate face.
So there was no action at that moment.
He just looked at Zheng Daya's back, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes.
Go ahead and wipe it. It would be best if it gets infected and inflamed directly, and then pus will flow out. If she doesn't get a scar, who will?
Aunt Zheng didn't know what Zheng Baoqin was thinking. Seeing that the farce had finally stopped, she felt relieved.
Seeing Zheng Baoqin standing still, just as he was about to urge her, Zheng Jinbao immediately stopped.
"Mom, why are you pulling them apart?
I haven’t seen enough yet!”
When Aunt Zheng heard this, how could she care about Zheng Baoqin anymore?
He quickly ran to coax his baby son.
"Jinbao, it's getting late. Let's have dinner quickly. Isn't Jinbao hungry?"
It would have been fine if this had not been mentioned, but once it was mentioned, Zheng Jinbao howled even louder.
"What kind of dinner is this? It's black and tastes terrible. Even pig food tastes better than this. How can I eat it?"
Don't ask him how he knew that; the only thing he knew was that he had stolen pig food from the brigade.
When Aunt Zheng saw her baby son was about to cry, she was immediately heartbroken and hurriedly hugged her darling to comfort him.
"If it doesn't taste good, then don't eat it. Jinbao, I'll make you something else if you want to eat it."
As he spoke, he did not forget to express his dissatisfaction to Zheng Baoqin:
"Look at what you're cooking.
It was really useless and even made Jinbao cry.
If Jinbao can't eat the food you cook tomorrow, you can go back to work!"
This was the first time that Aunt Zheng had said such harsh words to Zheng Baoqin since she came back, which made Zheng Baoqin a little unable to accept it for a while.
"I told you, I don't know how to work, and I can't do it. Anyway, I'd rather die than go to work!"
After saying that, she suppressed the bitterness in her heart and ran away.
She finally understood that Zheng Jinbao was her mother's lifeblood and she was nothing.
If that's the case, why should she care?
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