Jiang Xiaobao looked up at Jiang Henian and snorted, "None of your business!"
As he said this, he took out the thick book that he was holding in his hand and tore off several pages in anger.
"I'll tear it, I'll tear it, I'll tear it! I'll use it to wipe my butt!"
The faded red cover had a corner torn off by the grinning little devil, and the pages were torn off one by one. The densely packed small words on the scraps of paper were reflected in Jiang Henian's dilated pupils.
"Baby Niannian, look here! The names on this first page were written by Mom when she was six years old. Now Mom is holding her six-year-old son, Niannian, and reading it again. How about reading it every year?"
"Oh, you can't make paper airplanes with this one. This is what Grandpa left for Mom."
"My goodness, why did you fall asleep again? You really didn't inherit any medical skills from me..."
She woke up late that day and forgot to put the book back into her space. Just that day...
A chill washed over the whole body, and anger burning like fire surged up, making people's vision turn white.
Jiang Henian grasped the wooden stick as thick as his wrist in his backhand, with a cold face, and strode straight towards Jiang Xiaobao.
"Jiang Henian, what are you doing!"
Wang Chunfang saw that her face looked strange and rushed over to stop her.
Jiang Henian didn't even look at him, he just slapped him with his backhand without stopping for a moment.
Wang Chunfang covered her burning face and didn't react for a long time.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Xiaobao threw down the half-torn book, shouted "Murder", and ran into the house.
Jiang Henian grabbed him by the collar and pulled him to the ground.
"I never said you're not allowed to touch my things."
Jiang Xiaobao kicked his short legs and struggled, screaming, "Everything in the house is mine! I can play with it whenever I want!"
“Bang!”
A red slap mark suddenly appeared on the fair face.
Jiang Xiaobao was stunned by the beating. He covered his face and howled loudly, spewing out extremely unpleasant words, "Bastard!", "Bully!", "Son of a bitch!"
"Jiang Henian!"
"Damn girl!"
"Third sister!"
Before the others rushed over, Jiang Henian slapped Jiang Xiaobao several times, slapping him left and right, making him unable to shout.
He stood up suddenly, turned around, stepped on Jiang Xiaobao's stomach, and swept the wooden stick with both hands, hitting Wang Chunfang's arm first.
"Don't come over here."
Her face was as cold as ice, her lips were pursed, and her eyes were cold, even the mole at the end of her eye became cold and hard.
Wang Chunfang covered her arm, which was swollen immediately, her eyes wide open, her voice shrill as if it could break through the sky, "You damn girl! Do you want to die?"
Jiang Xiaobao's face had swollen like a red bun. He pushed Jiang Henian's feet with both hands, and his crying made people's eardrums hurt.
"Third sister! Calm down! What's wrong?!"
Jiang Jirong was stunned, with his hands outstretched, and kept telling Jiang Henian to calm down.
Jiang Chengmin, who usually doesn't bother with anything, completely changed his expression this time.
When his family's authority was thoroughly challenged, he frowned and shouted angrily, "Jiang Henian! I say it again, let your brother go!"
Jiang Henian turned a deaf ear and stood still without moving.
"Pick it up."
"Pick up all my books!"
"all!"
She opened her eyes coldly, her eye sockets growing redder and redder, as red as blood, her tone was extremely hard, and her face was pale, she seemed to have gone crazy.
It seemed as if they would trample Jiang Xiaobao to death if they didn't do as they were told.
Seeing that her darling child was about to cry, Wang Chunfang didn't care about anything else. She quickly pulled the stunned Jiang Yanqiu and squatted on the ground to pick up scraps of paper.
Jiang Jirong also agreed repeatedly: "Pick it up! I'll pick it up for you, Third sister, don't get excited."
Lu Shuying held her frightened son and stood far away in the corner of the yard, not daring to get closer.
Jiang Xiaomiao hid in the crack of the door, staring blankly at her third sister's eyes, which were redder than a rabbit's.
Many people who heard the noise ran in from the wide-open courtyard door and were dumbfounded by the situation inside.
"What's going on? This is..."
Zhang Juanniang, who had been scolded by the Li family of Shuiquan Village, ran back to the Jiang family to ask for an explanation. Seeing this, she shouted, "Oh my God!"
"You, the Jiang family, sold your daughter without any negotiation, and now I am in a difficult position!"
As soon as she said this, the people gathered at the door immediately grabbed her and asked, "Matchmaker Juan! What's going on?"
"Their family said they wanted to arrange a marriage for the third girl. The higher the gift, the better, and the sooner the better. They have no requirements. It just so happens that the silly son of the Li family next door is getting married. I thought my daughter knew about it, so I..."
Zhang Juanniang slapped her thigh as she spoke, "Oh my goodness! This is driving my daughter crazy!"
Someone murmured, "He just broke his head and looked horrible. If he gets hurt again, it's going to be terrible..."
The lady next door came in and advised, "Girl, please let your brother go first. He's going to trample someone to death! Can't we just sit down and talk it out as a family?"
"Yeah, girl, how could you hit your brother! Mincheng, you too! You're crazy enough to marry your daughter to that idiot from the Li family who doesn't even know how to wipe his shit!"
Jiang Henian's face was pale and his eyes were red. His thin eyebrows were pressed into his brows. He pursed his lips and stood motionless, his eyes full of vigilance like a young animal.
One hand tightly grasped the wooden stick, and the other hand was behind his back, holding the knife he took out from the space, and the thin joints were pinched whitely.
What a family.
These people are not her family.
Just an NPC.
Her gaze was fixed on the shredded paper lying in a mess on the ground.
There were many old notes on it, all blurred by her tears.
"Okay, okay, Third Sister has picked them all up."
Jiang Jirong frantically gathered up the book pages and paper scraps that the three of them had piled up. "Shuying, get a bag!"
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