Endure the humiliation and eat the grass like a wolf, and you will be rewarded with a big wild boar later!
Lin Shuangxi's eyes lit up with excitement, his face flushed. He jumped up, turned around and looked at Lin Shi, pointing at the wolf that was eating in great pain, "Brother! It loves to eat!"
At this point, everyone's faces were really interesting.
This is really a eye-opener. Such a powerful monster wolf is eating grass? ? ? ?
Dewang, whose reputation was damaged and who had lost his wolf spirit, almost shed wolf tears as he looked at the handful of tender pig grass generously handed to him by Lin Shuangxi.
Jiang Henian suppressed his laughter, took the grass, and patted Lin Shuangxi's head in praise, "Shuangxi is awesome."
"Now, what else do you want to say?"
The crowd's attitude softened somewhat, and someone said, "One or two people doesn't mean anything! This kid is familiar to you, maybe you've seen him before!"
He Jinshan stood with his arms folded, his eyes glancing over: "Why don't you try it?"
This sounds like "Try it and you'll die."
The man swallowed and pretended to be deaf and didn't respond.
At this time, two smaller ones squeezed out.
Jiang Xiaomiao was dragged by Jiang Xiaobao to watch the fun. There were no adults at home. He heard that there was a big wolf monster, so he excitedly ran over on his short legs to see it.
However, when Jiang Xiaobao finally saw the big wolf with his own eyes, he cried out "Wow" and sat down with a thud in fright.
Instead, it was Jiang Xiaomiao who came out.
She clenched her fists and mustered up the courage to walk up to Jiang Henian. She called her softly, revealing a timid familiarity and intimacy: "Third sister."
Jiang Henian tilted his head and smiled, then touched her head: "Hello again, Xiao Miao, do you want to feed her?"
Jiang Xiaomiao took the pig feed from Jiang Henian's hand.
"Jiang Xiaomiao! You want to die, don't you? Come back here and die!"
Wang Chunfang was furious.
Jiang Xiaomiao seemed to have not heard anything at all. She stood on tiptoe and fed the pig feed in her hand to Dewang, who was a huge monster to her.
Dewang lowered his head slightly and took another bite with tears in his eyes.
He also licked Jiang Xiaomiao's face. The wet, itchy and warm touch made the timid child laugh.
At this point, everyone was speechless.
The night wind was bleak, and a small, dim candle was lit in the simple, dilapidated earthen house. The white wax stuck to a table made of old wooden boards.
The candle flame was blown by the wind, flickering.
Sun Zuo put down the empty bowl and turned around to wash up without saying a word.
Jiang Yanqiu looked at the man's stronger and darker back and lowered her eyes. She hadn't seen him for more than half a month, and he still had nothing to say to her.
She cleared the dishes, limped over, lifted the curtain and went out to wash.
Damn bitch Jiang was so lucky! She saw the fifty dollars she was about to receive disappear! Who was so blind as to want to sleep with that bitch?
Jiang Yanqiu pinched the loofah flesh and rubbed the bowl hard, wishing she could rub out a piece of Jiang Henian's flesh.
Suddenly, a huge shadow silently covered the top of the head.
With the crisp sound of a bowl falling to the ground, Jiang Yanqiu was grabbed by the neck and hung against the wall with her feet hanging in the air.
The severe pain completely cut off the air in her lungs. She widened her eyes in horror, kicked her legs wildly, and struggled desperately to break the iron fist around her neck.
"Uh, put--uh!"
Sun Zuo came out upon hearing the noise and was silent for a few moments when he saw this scene. There was no emotion in his gloomy and empty eyes.
"Don't kill him."
He turned and went back into the house, and the hope that had risen in Jiang Yanqiu's eyes was completely extinguished.
The weak and miserable cry of a child was heard from the Jiang family's old house.
"You'll be against me!"
"You little bitch! You're the one who bites the most when you're silent. I should have strangled you to death from the beginning, you money-loser!"
"I'll beat you to death! You traitorous bastard!"
Wang Chunfang was tired from fighting and threw away the wooden stick in his hand.
Looking at Jiang Xiaomiao who was curled up on the ground and shivering, he became furious when he thought of the fifty yuan that Wang Gou refused to pay because the task was not completed, and kicked her again.
"You're such a loser! If you weren't so young, I'd sell you right now!"
She grabbed Jiang Xiaomiao's collar, panting, her face as ferocious as a demon, and dragged her little daughter like a dead dog all the way to the firewood shed.
When he passed by Jiang Xiaobao, who was shivering and squatting behind a stone bench, his expression suddenly changed and he smiled gently and strangely: "Xiaobao, it's time to go back to your room and sleep, okay?"
Jiang Xiaobao's face turned pale. He didn't dare to look at Jiang Xiaomiao who was bleeding from the mouth and nose. He nodded tremblingly and ran back to the house.
"Bang!"
The woodshed door was locked.
Wang Chunfang turned his slightly sore neck, chuckled, and walked back. When he was about to lift the curtain, a tall black shadow appeared on it.
The dead Jiang Chengmin must have gone out to drink again.
Not him.
Wang Chunfang turned around quickly, and when he saw who it was, his eyes suddenly widened: "You——"
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