She had eaten well these days and was full of strength, while the other party was weak due to saving food and was pushed to the ground.

"If you dare to plot against me and Qingxue again, things won't be solved as easily as they were today! Qingxue and I can't live like this anymore. I'm not afraid of killing a few of the worst of them! I, Feng Qingxue, keep my word!"

Feng Qingxue is not joking.

The cadres in the brigade would not take care of such family affairs, so Feng Shuanzhu never showed up.

Fearing the murderous look on Feng Qingxue's face, Feng Qinglei and his wife, and Feng Qingyu and his wife left in embarrassment.

Seeing that there was no more excitement, some of the others left, and only four or five young women stayed to help clean up the house.

Of course, the most important thing is chatting.

During the slack season, this group of people like to gossip about other people.

"Xiaoxue, you are so brave! You put an axe against your sister-in-law's neck. Aren't you afraid of their revenge?"

The person who spoke was Feng Qingxue's cousin, named Hongling.

Hongling is two years older than Feng Qingxue. She married Guo Guangcheng, a young man in the brigade last year. Now she has a skinny body and a huge belly, which is frightening to look at, but she can't hide the curiosity in her eyes and face.

Feng Qingxue put down the axe and Feng Qingyun at the same time, and said calmly: "What is there to be afraid of?"

What does it mean to bully the weak and fear the strong? What does it mean to bully the good and fear the evil? Most people in the world are like this, and Zhao Guihua and Li Guohong are no exception.

Moreover, there is a saying that goes, "The soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the tough, and the tough are afraid of the desperate." Now in the eyes of her brother and sister-in-law, she is the one who is desperate.

If you don’t want your life anymore, what else are you afraid of?

Hong Ling was impressed by Feng Qingxue's words and quickly changed the subject, "Where did you get the axe?"

Everyone present wanted to ask Feng Qingxue this question.

During the Great Steel Production Campaign in the past few years, every household handed in all their ironware, including iron pots, kitchen knives, other daily necessities, and sickles, hoes and other farm tools. Many trees were cut down on a large scale for steelmaking, but the results were not satisfactory.

At that time, everyone ate in the collective canteen and didn’t think it was a big deal. Now that the collective canteen has been disbanded, the iron utensils that were handed in will not be returned to everyone. Everyone has to find a way to cook by themselves, so most families don’t have iron utensils.

Feng Qingxue's family is not the only one that uses clay pots as pots. Ninety percent of the families in Caohu Brigade do this.

Although a clay pot can be used as a pot, it is very slow to boil water or cook. It is not convenient at all. Not only does it take time, it also wastes firewood.

Therefore, Feng Qingxue's axe is very eye-catching.

After all, an axe is made of iron!

Feng Qingxue understood how surprised they were, and said lightly, "My uncle brought it here specially last time. He said that we sisters need self-defense tools to avoid being bullied."

Next time I see Wang Zhengguo, I will ask him to help me cover up the lie.

When they heard that it was sent by Wang Zhengguo, everyone was speechless.

Everyone knows how affluent life is in Wanglou Brigade. During those famine years, almost no one starved to death because of the large-scale planting of coarse grains such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn. As the brigade leader and branch secretary, Wang Zhengguo naturally had ways to get these things.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Wang Zhengguo's ability is something that several nearby production brigades are aware of.

"It's great to have a good uncle." Hongling was extremely envious.

"Yes, Xiaoxue, your uncle is so capable, ask him to make you an iron pot, it is much more practical than an axe."

After hearing this from someone in the crowd, Feng Qingxue smiled slightly, "Having this little thing at home makes people worry about it. If I had an iron pot, I would have to be on guard against thieves every day!"

Everyone was speechless for a moment.