Her beautiful face was beaming with smiles.
She placed a finger against Tian Tian's lips and said, "Don't say you can't do it. Even Wen Jin can do it, so what can't my cousin do?"
Wenjin, an ancient eavesdropping device.
Tian Tian really wanted to slap herself for her loose tongue five minutes ago.
He said in a self-deprecating tone, "What exactly is that jade pendant?"
Ruan Xianxian lowered her eyes, "I have some thoughts. Perhaps I am not my parents' biological child. The safety buckle is a token of identity. Baozhu wants to keep it for herself and then claim it as her own."
I'd like to know the specifics as well.
Tian Tian understood; she believed him to some extent. Her second uncle and aunt's attitude towards this cousin didn't seem like that of a biological daughter.
If she had seen Yan Fenghua when she was young, she wouldn't believe such nonsense.
Who would want to stay in this poor, remote area if they could return to Beijing? "Do you have a way to send me back to Beijing?"
"Yes," Ruan Xianxian said with certainty. "Not only can I send you back to Beijing, but I will also teach you how to deal with Ruan Baozhu and the Ruan family."
Her voice was seductive and highly manipulative, "After being treated like a dog by Ruan Baozhu for so many years, don't you feel any hatred at all?"
Tian Tian suddenly clenched her fists, filled with hatred! How could she not hate?
With the ancestral graves robbed, his mother was not only suspected, but also became a tool for the Ruan family to control and restrain her.
No wonder Ruan Baozhu, with her petty and arrogant nature, didn't bring her lover to the countryside to show off; instead, she directly snatched the safety buckle from Ruan Xianxian's hands.
It turns out my cousin has become so wicked.
Ruan Baozhu used him as cannon fodder to test the waters, and she almost died there.
At this moment, both old and new grudges erupted completely from the depths of his heart.
Ruan Xianxian leaned closer and whispered seductively in her ear, "Besides, don't you want her things?"
Her man, she was valued by the Ruan family...
"Help me get the jade pendant back, and I'll teach you how to completely crush Ruan Baozhu."
"Really? Really?" Tian Tian looked up, her eyes filled with hope.
"You can probably see that I have established a small business in Heilongjiang Province, and I will most likely not return to Beijing in the future. I don't care about Ruan Baozhu's things."
All I need is that jade pendant that relates to my origins.
"Come find me in this yard after work tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to do it step by step."
Watching Tian Tian's departing figure, Ruan Xianxian smiled. "Ruan Shimei, I hope you'll like the wonderful gift your granddaughter gave you!"
What kind of jade pendant tells us about her past? Tian Tian is both clever and spineless; there's no guarantee she won't betray herself when she gets back.
He deliberately misunderstood and misinterpreted the purpose of the safety buckle, intending to relay this information back to Ruan Baozhu through her.
Hey! The thing I desperately wanted is neither in my hands nor with her. Where could it have gone?
This guy was all smiles, eagerly anticipating how crazy Ruan Baozhu would be about it.
Human hearts are greedy. Once someone gains an advantage by being around Ruan Baozhu, her cousin will bite back like a mad dog clinging to a bone.
Before she returned, she brought a lot of "joy" to the Ruan family.
He glanced indifferently at the bathtub his cousin had used, then kicked it out of the yard.
Soon, Li Dazui's cursing voice came from the front of the factory, "Where's the duck feed trough? Who took away my big wooden trough for mixing duck feed?"
The little guy's face changed, and he slammed the courtyard gate shut.
As expected, early on the third day, county officials came to visit under the guise of a spot check and gave the village officials a scathing critique.
Either the team members weren't working hard enough, or the crops in the fields weren't growing well; the implication was that the team wouldn't be considered an outstanding brigade this year.
We also need to re-examine how much embellishment was involved in previous years' selections.
When it comes to finding fault, if you're intentional, you'll make mistakes everywhere.
A group of village officials, whose combined age could reach two hundred, stood in the fields, being scolded like grandchildren by a young man in his early twenties.
Hu Heshuo, who doesn't smoke, had a cigarette in his mouth. He spat out the chewed newspaper scraps, which, along with saliva, sprayed all over the person's face.
"Stop talking nonsense. Whether Pingtou Brigade can participate in the excellent rating is not up to you alone. For the past ten years, our village has been the first in the county to deliver grain."
You say you're not qualified? Fine, all the team members heard that. What are you standing there for? Go wash up and quit.
Anyway, there won't be enough fertilizer next year, so everyone's conserving their energy. Every extra day they endure is a day more of starvation.
Someone sneered, threw down their farm tools, and walked out.
Someone collapsed to the ground, slapping their thigh and crying out, "They're not giving us a way to live! They're trying to force us to our deaths by not giving us a way to live!"
What are we waiting for next year? I've lived long enough. Tomorrow I'll hang myself in the county office and ask them if there's any justice left in this world!
A desperate, heart-wrenching cry echoed in all directions. After uttering his last words, the man suddenly collapsed.
Several burly men surrounding her suddenly knelt down beside her, crying, "Mother, Mother, please don't die!"
They turned their heads, their six eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.
“You are the one who killed my mother. If anything happens to her, we will make a scene in Beijing with a can of gasoline and never let you off the hook.”
"It's terrible, Captain! A group of elderly people in the village say they've had enough of living and are willing to give their lives to give our village a new way to survive."
They all lined up with hemp ropes and went to the county office; you should stop them!
A young man came running from afar, losing one of his shoes, his face filled with panic and helplessness as he cried out loudly.
Chaos erupted in the fields. The men gripped their farm tools tightly and surrounded the old man and the young man from the county government.
"This is outrageous! Let's fight him!"
"Yes! Let's fight him!"
The once arrogant young man suddenly hid behind the older man, his eyes filled with horror as he watched the villagers getting closer and closer.
Have all the people in this village gone mad?
When they routinely went to the countryside to inspect work, which brigade didn't put on a grand show to welcome them?
Surrounded by enemies on all sides, just as the middle-aged man who had been pushed to the front broke out in a cold sweat, a cracking sound suddenly came from the tree next to him.
The sound was crisp and clear, even in the noisy surroundings.
The sound... The middle-aged man looked up abruptly and saw a person perched on a thick tree branch, holding a camera and clearly taking pictures of his face.
He instinctively covered his face with his forearm. "What are you doing?"
The man didn't speak, but simply used his camera to clearly record the chaotic scene around him.
"Stop taking pictures!" The young man tried to knock the camera away, but a small foot suddenly emerged from the tree trunk, which was hidden by branches, and kicked him to the ground.
"What a grand spectacle of officials protecting each other and using their power to oppress the people."
Nephew, are you done taking the picture?
You have material for your new issue of the newspaper.
The headline read: "Shocking! Entire village of elderly people in their sixties forced to hang themselves by county officials – is this a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality?"
As everyone knows, Ruan has two nephews.
One is Feng Xiaobai, who was treated like a beast of burden by the Feng family.
One of them is Zhu Qing, the son of Sister Song from the provincial oil press factory.
Upon hearing the title, Zhu Qing's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "Is it a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality? Great! I'll use this!"
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