Chapter 97: Speak Less, Lest You Be Hated
Xu Niannian's howl in the morning woke up the whole family, and attracted the scolding of her aunt's family, causing chaos.
Xu Niannian thought that someone from her aunt's family had stolen the things in her bag.
"Aunt, have you seen what's in my bag? My money is lost. Aunt, I beg you, have you changed it for me? Is that right?"
Aunt Xu Niannian thought that her niece was suffering from hysteria and was crazy about money.
"Bah, you dead girl, you still want to rely on us, who has the time to pick your pocket? Besides, where did you get the money for us to steal? Don't you think about your own moral character? You picked up the clothes from our Qiu'er, why would we take your things?
If it weren't for my eldest brother's kindness and my pity for you, I would have left you a place to stay and a place to live while you go to school. Do you think I want to control you? If you keep talking nonsense, you can go back to your village and get beaten to death by your mother, but don't come to me for help!"
Xu Niannian didn't dare to refute her aunt after hearing what she said. After all, she was living under someone else's roof and she wanted to stay here until the high school entrance exam. Otherwise, living in school would be inconvenient and she didn't have the money to pay for accommodation.
So she softened her tone and pretended to be pitiful, "I'm sorry, aunt, don't be angry, I just had a hysterical attack early in the morning. I will definitely help you with the work, don't send me back, otherwise my mother will beat me to death."
"Okay, go make breakfast. You're always looking for trouble."
Then he lay back on the bed and took a nap.
Xu Niannian could only hold a bag of stones, threw it away with a grim expression, thought for a moment, picked up the bag again, and found that it could still hold something. Then, she went to the kitchen with a worried look on her face to make breakfast for her aunt's family.
Where's the money? Where did her money go? Either it was stolen by her aunt's family, or the person who asked her to find the money was a liar!
She hated it to death.
As for the person who asked her to pay for medicine? She was too lazy to care about him now. The sooner he died, the better.
I worked all night last night, thinking I'd get something, but ended up getting nothing. And early this morning, I was scolded like I was crazy. I have to take on more work to appease my aunt.
Even if she got the money, she would not dare to get involved with the gun-toting desperado. What's more, the man deceived her and treated her like a fool. It was even more impossible for her to care about such a person again.
Still want to buy medicine? Forget it!
It would be better to die early to avoid bringing trouble to her.
The man with a scar on his face was dying and waiting for his life-saving medicine, but no one came to save him.
When he breathed his last, he was still tightly clutching a notebook that he had secretly taken out of Xu Niannian's schoolbag.
Wen Zhu got up in the morning, stretched, looked at the interweaving of fresh green and emerald green outside the window, listened to the singing of birds and insects, took a deep breath of fresh air full of oxygen, and felt particularly good.
So, while it was still early, I led everyone to practice Ba Duan Jin. Spring is the time to raise Yang Qi, so the effect of exercise is excellent.
After the exercise, Mom went to make breakfast, while the third brother and Qian Xusen stayed behind with Wen Zhu to receive Qian Jingsheng's fighting training.
Although he couldn't move one shoulder and arm, his instructions were spot-on, his simple language hitting the key points, clear and concise. Aside from his slightly aggressive tone, there was nothing wrong with it.
Wen Zhu was not afraid either. After all, when facing bad guys in the future, it was not just a matter of tone, these were all means to survive.
So she studied very seriously, and her third brother also seemed to be suddenly interested in these things, which surprised Wen Zhu.
After all, when he was first asked to practice, he was reluctant. He would rather stay in his room reading, writing and calculating, and making gestures with his fingers in the air like a fortune teller.
These past two days, Wen Zhu felt that his third brother had suddenly become a different person, just like a scholar who suddenly fell in love with the feeling of wielding swords and guns.
However, this is also a good thing. It can protect yourself.
During the fight, Wen Zhu saw a flash of green on Jiang Jianye's arm. Before he could see it clearly, Jiang Jianye pulled his clothes and covered it up.
Wen Zhu wanted to take a closer look, but Jiang Jianye hid. "Let's practice quickly. It was an accidental bump. It's okay."
"Then I'll use some active oil to rub it on you later." Wen Zhu said.
"You can't hit me! Hehe, I just have a talent for fighting. Back in the day, I could beat six people by myself and still get away!"
Wen Zhu was provoked by Qian Xusen and glared at him, "Qian Xusen, be gentle, you hit my third brother's arm and made it bruise. Let's fight each other later. Don't bully my third brother, a weak scholar!"
Qian Xusen's face was filled with pride, his eyes widening. "My young master is truly gifted. I easily injured our Third Brother with just a little force? It seems I'm a good material for martial arts! Hahaha! Please forgive me, Third Brother, I didn't use much strength. I'll be gentler next time!"
Wen Zhu: ...
"Is that the point? You're just bragging. Forget it, I'll spar with you! Don't bother my third brother anymore."
As he said this, he pulled Jiang Jianye aside and went up himself.
Although Wen Zhu had made some progress in his training recently and his physical fitness had greatly improved, there was still a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and he was still at a disadvantage.
Wen Zhu was not discouraged. He became more courageous with each setback.
“Come again!”
However, in the end, the competition between the two turned into one chasing with a stick while the other ran.
"You have no moral principles!" Qian Xusen ran around the yard.
Wen Zhu chased after him with a stick.
"Who told you to pull my hair? You pissed me off like this. As long as I can win the fight, it's fine. Why do you care how I fight?"
Wen Zhu hated being called short the most. This bastard not only called her short, but also pulled her hair? Who could stand that?
"You're just short!"
"You got 59 points in math!"
"You have short legs!"
"You got 59 points in math!"
The two of them ran around the yard early in the morning. Qian Jingsheng grabbed Qian Xusen's collar as he tried to climb over the wall. "Why are you running? Can you just pull a girl's hair? Apologize!"
Qian Xusen stiffened his neck and said, "I didn't mean to pull her hair. I pulled it accidentally. I admit my mistake. I'm sorry. But she is short to begin with. You can't say it, she is just short."
After apologizing, he continued to grumble, looking unconvinced.
But he was afraid that his brother would beat him, so he had to give in.
Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "Wait until I get stronger, then we can compete again. Don't look down on girls! What's wrong with me being short? I'm short, but next time I'll use an 18-meter-long sword!"
Qian Jingsheng watched them arguing and felt that even a fair judge would find it difficult to make a judgment on the matter. But no matter what, his brother was wrong, so he kicked him in the butt again.
"Okay, apart from a proper apology and eating, keep your mouth shut to avoid making people hate you."
Then he said to Wen Zhu.
"I apologize on his behalf and will deal with him when I get back. Don't be angry." Qian Jingsheng said, looking at Qian Xusen helplessly, who had already climbed over the wall and slipped back.
Wen Zhu was also tired of chasing him, "It's okay, just consider it as exercise." She was thinking in her heart that she would deal with him next time, admitting defeat did not exist in her eyes.
If you can't win once, try again next time until you win.
Wen Zhu went in to wash up.
Qian Jingsheng did not return home immediately, but called out to Jiang Jianye, who had a very low presence throughout and was about to go into the house quietly.
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Jianye turned around, puzzled. He didn't understand why Qian Jingsheng called him?
He just watched quietly, without saying a word, waiting for Qian Jingsheng to ask questions.
"What's wrong with your arm? It doesn't look like you got hit in the past two days." Qian Jingsheng had been standing by and watching them fight, so he observed them most carefully.
Jiang Jianye subconsciously tugged at his sleeves.
"It's okay, I ran into it myself. Don't blame Qian Xusen." After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
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