Tang Zhe felt as guilty as if he was suspended in mid-air, and every breath he took was accompanied by fear of the shiny kitchen knife.
This woman now takes out a kitchen knife at any time, leaving him afraid to say a word.
"Madman, that's right, this guy is a complete madman!" He muttered to himself, and from time to time he stole a glance at the kitchen knife that seemed like it would fall at any moment.
Finally, the storm was temporarily calmed down.
Tang Zhe fled home and began to take over the housework that Song Jiao had previously done. He worked clumsily, feeling mixed emotions.
When Mrs. Tang saw this, she rushed over and grabbed Tang Zhe. "Oh, my dear grandson! You are the hope of our family's future. How can you be allowed to do such rough work? That loser should be the one doing it!"
As she spoke, she glared at Song Jiao without turning her head, and ordered in a domineering tone: "Come here quickly and do these things!"
Song Jiao had no expression on her face. She slowly carried the kitchen knife to her shoulder, her eyes sharp as torches as she stared at Old Lady Tang quietly, as if she was looking at a clown.
Old Mrs. Tang looked bewildered:???
Why is there another kitchen knife? Didn't you just hide one yesterday?
"Grandma, what did you ask me to do just now?" Song Jiao raised a playful smile and leisurely waved the kitchen knife in her hand. Her calmness made people shudder.
Old Mrs. Tang was so frightened that she shuddered, quickly fell silent, turned around and slipped into the room, as if nothing had happened.
Song Jiao was very satisfied with this, and secretly felt proud in her heart: "With a kitchen knife in hand, the world is mine.
"She enjoyed this rare tranquility, watching Tang Zhe busying around, even taking the initiative to do the laundry. Every time Old Lady Tang wanted to speak, she would immediately stop when she saw the kitchen knife.
Thinking back to what the original owner had experienced in this family, Song Jiao felt it was a bit outrageous.
From the age of four or five, the original owner was treated as free labor. Because the stove was too high, he had to stand on tiptoe on a stool to wash dishes. In addition to washing clothes cleanly every day, he also had to cut grass and feed pigs.
And all this seems to be taken for granted in the eyes of the family.
"You're a girl, girls are born to do these things." The original owner was so tired of hearing such words that her ears were almost callused.
"You can only blame yourself for not bringing it with you!" They always say such things so confidently, as if gender determines everything.
In the evening, Tang's parents came home after finishing their work. As soon as they entered the door, they saw Song Jiao sitting leisurely in the yard enjoying the cool air, as comfortable as an old man, while Old Mrs. Tang and Tang Zhe were busy with housework.
Just as Tang's father was about to open his mouth to reprimand her, he noticed the shiny kitchen knife in Song Jiao's hand. He swallowed the words back and could only hold his breath and walk into the house.
Tang's mother glanced at Song Jiao, then followed her in and silently began to help with the cooking. Occasionally, she would murmur a few words of dissatisfaction, but she only dared to speak in private and did not dare let Song Jiao hear it.
The days passed quietly like flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, the results of the high school entrance examination were announced, and Song Jiao was admitted in advance to a key high school in the city.
If it were in the past, they might have advised her to just go to any school, but this time, Song Jiao was firm: "I want to go to a key high school!" The original owner missed the opportunity because of their dissuasion, and now Song Jiao will certainly not repeat the same mistake.
When the news reached Tang's father, he frowned. Someone had already reminded him that the tuition for high school in the city was not cheap.
They also had to save money for their son, so naturally they didn't want to bear this extra expense. "Tang You, you can't go!" Tang's father refused directly, his tone firm.
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao raised the kitchen knife in her hand and pointed it at them, "I must go!"
Before he could finish his words, the kitchen knife had already chopped the chopping board hard, and the chopping board broke with a sound, and the crack was clearly visible.
The whole family was frightened and silent, their eyes full of astonishment.
Seeing this, Old Lady Tang quickly stepped forward and tried to convince the other party with reason: "Going to school in the city costs several hundred yuan a semester. How can our family afford that much money for you?"
Seeing this, Tang's father took the opportunity to increase the pressure: "If you dare to go, we will sever ties with you!"
Tang Zhe knew Song Jiao's ability very well. Even if they severed their relationship, she could still get a scholarship based on her grades.
Just as he was about to speak, he felt Song Jiao's cold gaze and swallowed the words back. His body chose silence faster than his mind, which came from instinctive fear.
Song Jiao was quite satisfied with Tang Zhe's reaction. A cold smile appeared on her lips. "Alright! If you want to sever ties, then sever ties. Don't just talk about it. Let's go to the police station now! As long as we really sever ties, I will take care of my tuition and living expenses in the future. You don't have to worry about me!"
"Otherwise, according to the law, you have the obligation to support me until I am eighteen years old. If you don't, I will call the police!" Song Jiao's words were filled with unquestionable determination.
Hearing the word "call the police," Tang's father instantly lost his temper. After weighing the pros and cons, he had no choice but to compromise: "Cut it off!"
He muttered to himself that it was better than facing a money-losing guy with a kitchen knife every day, who knows how he might die one night!
Tang's father acted quickly and took Song Jiao straight to the police station.
With the witness and assistance of the police, they formally severed their father-daughter relationship. Tang's father was also forced to sign a letter of guarantee, promising that no matter how Song Jiao's life was in the future, it would have nothing to do with him and his family.
This letter of guarantee is like an icy barrier, completely severing the past entanglements.
After signing, Song Jiaoxin couldn't wait to leave the village.
Fortunately, she had already paved a way out for herself - in addition to selling medicinal materials, she also quietly got involved in many other businesses, and Song Dandan received frequent good news and made considerable profits.
The sun was shining brightly on the day of moving, and Song Jiao's mood also brightened.
She went straight to the city and rented a house near the school, which was convenient for her studies and the management of her "secret business".
After settling in, she couldn't wait to go to Song Dandan's shop, which was another world for her as the boss behind the scenes.
The moment she stepped into the store, Song Jiao was shocked by the scene before her.
There is a wide variety of fashionable clothing, which is more novel and unique than the styles on the market, and each piece exudes unique charm.
She secretly rejoiced in her heart that her vision and decision were indeed correct.
Song Dandan was busy sorting the goods. Suddenly she looked up and saw Song Jiao standing in the store. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"You're here? I was planning to send someone to find you! Business has been booming recently, and the profits are quite high. I estimate that I can give you about 10,000 yuan in the near future." Song Dandan's tone was full of excitement and pride.
Song Jiao smiled slightly, "Just give me three thousand yuan first, and I can place an order for high school uniforms. I'll go and confirm it in the next two days."
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