Song Jiao just looked at him coldly, her eyes revealing unquestionable determination, "What? You want to hit me? Can't I protect myself?" There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, as if she had already become accustomed to everything in front of her.
"If you dare to attack me again, don't blame me for being rude." Her voice was cold and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, which made Tang's father feel a little scared.
He had never seen his daughter so determined, and he couldn't help but feel a little afraid.
Tang's father sneered, trying to suppress her with his parental authority, "You are my son, I can do whatever I want!" However, his words revealed a lack of confidence.
Song Jiao showed no sign of weakness. She picked up the kitchen knife and pointed it at Tang's father. "Then I'll tell you, if you dare to make a move, I'll kill you all today. One life in exchange for the lives of the four of you is worth it!"
There was a crazy glint in her eyes, as if she was really prepared to perish together with her.
"Come on! Let's hurt each other! Whoever is a coward is a grandson!" Her voice echoed in the empty yard, with a sense of determination and tragedy.
This time, Tang's father remained silent.
He cursed inwardly as "madman" and turned around and walked into the house.
He didn't dare to face his daughter who had completely lost control and could only choose to escape.
As soon as Mrs. Tang saw that her son was injured, she walked over immediately.
She looked towards the door and found that Song Jiao still had a kitchen knife in her hand. She couldn't help but wipe her eyes.
She was filled with confusion and fear: "Didn't I hide the kitchen knife? Where did this kitchen knife come from?"
Song Jiao didn't look at them, but walked into the woodshed by herself.
She looked at the small bed on the ground, and a strong sense of anger and unwillingness surged in her heart.
This must be the original owner’s emotion!
"Yeah! Very good, totally inhuman!"
He was born under a skirt, yet he looks down on women?
After a while, Tang's mother walked in cautiously.
She looked at Song Jiao without saying a word, feeling as if she was looking at a monster.
She couldn't understand how her once docile daughter could become like this.
"Why did you do that?" Tang's mother finally couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling with confusion.
Song Jiao looked up at her, her eyes revealing indifference and mockery. "Then tell me, why didn't you do it? Do you know that if I hadn't kept you here, you would have been dead by now? Why can't you just be quiet?"
Her words were filled with strong accusations and dissatisfaction, as if she was questioning why Tang's mother didn't resist this unfair family.
When Tang's mother thought about how she had persuaded that family to keep her daughter, her heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.
Looking at Song Jiao's current appearance, she was filled with worry and anxiety.
"What will you do in the future since you are in this state now?" she asked in a low voice, as if talking to herself.
"So what do you want me to do? Just endure it? Accept whatever they do? Then be like you? Find someone to marry in the future? Repeat this over and over again?" Song Jiao just looked at the other person like that.
She understood that the thinking of the 1980s had bound too many people, including the original owner's mother.
Tang's mother paused, knowing she couldn't give her daughter a satisfactory answer. "You shouldn't do this! Then when you get married, you'll have no one to support you!"
She tried to persuade her daughter with traditional ideas.
Hearing this, Song Jiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Is it to support me, or to find an ATM? Are you sure Tang Zhe is the one who really supports me, or the one who asks me for money?"
There was a deep irony and helplessness in her laughter. She knew that no one in this family really cared about her.
This time, Tang's mother remained silent.
It's not that she doesn't know what her daughter said is true, she just wants to use this excuse to comfort herself.
She looked at her daughter's resolute back, her heart filled with helplessness and sadness.
"Since you're alright, you can go!" Song Jiao ordered them to leave.
The next morning, the sun shone through the sparse clouds and gently shone on the small village.
Song Jiao set out for school earlier than usual. The junior high school curriculum seemed extremely simple to her, as if it was just reliving an old dream.
After school, she didn't rush home, but decided to explore the back mountain.
In the mountains and forests, the fresh air mixed with the fragrance of soil made her feel relaxed and happy.
Inadvertently, she discovered a rich patch of wild mushrooms and some plants with medicinal value. She couldn't help but feel delighted: "Wouldn't this just solve the dinner problem?"
After collecting all the goods, Song Jiao returned with a full load and went directly to the market in the town.
Those vendors who wanted to lower the price gave a fair market price after seeing the shiny kitchen knife in Song Jiao's hand.
After the transaction, she actually earned a hundred yuan. The boss watched her leave, his heart full of confusion: "This little girl, who looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, how can she have such an aura?"
With the money in her pocket, Song Jiao happily walked into a small restaurant in the town and ordered a plate of fragrant pork belly and some side dishes.
As she ate, she exclaimed, "Although meat is not rare in the modern world, the pork from this era, which was never fed with feed, tastes absolutely amazing!"
After a hearty meal, she returned to the village contentedly, but unexpectedly, she was stopped by Tang Zhe as soon as she entered the door.
Tang Zhe pointed at her, tears welling up in his eyes, and cried, "Sister, how can you be so cruel? You go out to eat delicious food and don't even bring it back for us to taste? Our family is almost starving to death!"
Song Jiao watched coldly and noticed a timid little girl hiding behind Tang Zhe, the one she met by chance in the restaurant.
A playful smile appeared on her lips: "Oh? So that's how it is."
"So what if I ate? Three people provide you with food and drink, and you still starve to death? Shouldn't you reflect on whether you eat too much or they earn too little?"
As Song Jiao spoke, she took out a kitchen knife from her bag and gently rotated it in her hand, her eyes as sharp as a knife.
Seeing this, Tang Zhe involuntarily took a step back. The arrogance on his face instantly dissipated, replaced by a well-behaved and sensible look. His voice also weakened: "Sister, I... I was wrong. I will help with the housework in the future and won't make trouble again."
"Isn't that what you should do?" Song Jiao raised her eyebrows.
Tang Zhe gritted his teeth. Is this guy crazy? Why does he always carry a kitchen knife with him wherever he goes?
As a result, he felt a little nervous and even scared when he saw a kitchen knife these days!
"Do it, this is what I should do, I'm going home to do it now!"
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