"You have money to spend on those vixens out there, but you have no money to spend on your own son, and you still call yourself a father!"

Jiang Hongmei's words made the exhausted Zhuang Guoliang completely angry. "I work in the fields during the day and make baskets to sell at night. What did you do at home? Asking for money?"

"Don't you need to wash clothes at home? Don't you need to cook?"

The quarrel between the two did not affect Zhuang Xiaoyu at all. She stared at the pork that was slowly cooking in the boiling water. Looking at Zhuang Xiaobao who was playing outside, she had an idea.

She waved at Zhuang Xiaobao and whispered, "Xiaobao, are you hungry? There is pork in the pot, please eat it."

Zhuang Xiaobao was beaming with joy as he wolfed down the food he had just taken out, not caring about Zhuang Xiaoyu who was swallowing her saliva and trying her best to endure it.

Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly grasped the piece of paper with powder still on it in her hand and looked at Zhuang Xiaobao with an icy cold gaze.

Xiaobao, don't blame your sister. As long as you are in this house, I can't go to school and I won't get to eat the delicious food at home.

I also want to study like others, but unfortunately no one is willing to listen to me. Since you listen to your sister, you should reincarnate as soon as possible.

"Oh, my stomach hurts so much!"

The rat poison was too toxic. The uneaten pork in Zhuang Xiaobao's hands fell from his hands. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Zhuang Guoliang and Jiang Hongmei, who were fighting, turned their heads back at the same time. Zhuang Guoliang was so frightened that he rushed to Zhuang Xiaobao and shook him, "Xiaobao, what's wrong with you?"

As he was shaking, Zhuang Xiaobao vomited all the pork in his mouth. Zhuang Guoliang asked anxiously, "What did you eat? Pork, I bought the pork at the market, how could it be poisonous?"

Jiang Hongmei was also startled, but then she felt a secret joy. This Zhuang Xiaobao killed her own son. God had eyes and actually let him be poisoned to death by the sick pork. It was really satisfying.

Zhuang Guoliang carried Zhuang Xiaobao in his arms and was about to find a doctor. When he rushed out of the kitchen with trembling legs, he ran into Daya who came in carrying some herbs.

After Liu Lixin's instruction, Daya went to the county hospital for training for several months and is now a barefoot doctor in the village.

"Daya, look at your brother. He is like this after eating pork. Please save him!"

Zhuang Daya had also received some patients these days. She took one look at Zhuang Xiaobao's expression, felt his pulse, shook her head and said to Zhuang Guoliang, "It's rat poison poisoning. I don't have an antidote. Fourth uncle, why don't you send him to the hospital for a checkup?"

"What do you mean there is no antidote? Daya, are you grieving your fourth uncle for not letting your grandma send you to be a child bride, so you are deliberately taking revenge on Xiaobao!"

Zhuang Guoliang's mind had already collapsed. He rushed forward to pull Daya away, but was stopped by Zhuang Laosan, "Zhuang Guoliang, wake up. We don't even have a full range of medicines in our village. People who are bitten by poisonous snakes have to be sent to the hospital.

The longer you stay here, the more danger Xiaobao will be in. Hurry up, I'll go borrow a bullock cart."

The two of them harnessed up the car and headed to the hospital. On the way, Zhuang Lao San felt Zhuang Xiaobao's body and found that it was already half cold. He called out to Zhuang Guoliang, "Guoliang, Xiaobao is gone."

Zhuang Guoliang couldn't believe it, hugged Zhuang Xiaobao's cold body and burst into tears.

Zhuang Laosan also felt a lump in his throat and turned his back, unable to bear to watch any longer.

At the Zhuang family's house, Zhuang Xiaoyu quietly cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and burned the rat poison paper in the stove until it was clean.

Jiang Hongmei saw the whole scene. She had bought the rat poison to kill rats, but she had been looking for it in the past few days and couldn't find it. She never expected this.

Zhuang Xiaoyu is so cruel at such a young age that she can even harm her own brother.

The movement of Jiang Hongmei standing on the doorstep startled Zhuang Xiaoyu who was furious by the stove. Looking at the look on Jiang Hongmei's face, Zhuang Xiaoyu knew that she knew.

She showed no fear of being discovered and even forced a smile, "Stepmother, can I go to school tomorrow?"

Jiang Hongmei felt a chill on her back. "Did you kill Zhuang Xiaobao just for this?"

"Xiaobao killed your child. Don't you want to die sooner?" The last piece of firewood in the stove burned out, and Zhuang Xiaoyu's face was hidden in the darkness. "I'm helping you."

Jiang Hongmei finally did not dare to tell the truth about Zhuang Xiaobao's death, but burned two more handfuls of paper money in front of Zhuang Xiaobao's grave.

Zhuang Xiaoyu cried heart-wrenchingly and was held in Zhuang Guoliang's arms. Both father and daughter cried their hearts out.

Jiang Hongmei said nothing and gave Zhuang Xiaobao's school supplies to Zhuang Xiaoyu, and she entered the first grade of elementary school as she wished.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and life at Jiang Li's stall was becoming difficult. Qin Xiaoting was faced with an even greater problem. In such a hot day, the braised pork would go bad if it could not be sold out in a short time.

The two of them searched for a while, but either the houses they liked were priced too high, or the houses had defects. They searched around in circles but still couldn't find a suitable one.

Just after class that day, Jiang Li was stopped by her teacher, Mr. Ye, who asked her if she would like to participate in an art competition.

Old Man Ye smiled and said, "The first place winner will receive a prize of one thousand yuan."

Jiang Li agreed immediately, "Teacher, the prize is not important. The main thing is that it is a great honor to represent the school in the competition."

"Come on, I don't know you yet," said Old Man Ye in a serious tone. "There's nothing wrong with young people yearning for money. Art can occasionally have a taste of money!"

"I heard from your wife that you've been looking for a shop recently? Have you found a suitable one?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Li was a little worried. "I saw a suitable place two days ago. The rent was not high. It was rented by an old lady. We had agreed to sign a contract, but something happened that day and we didn't sign it.

As a result, the next day the old lady raised the rent, saying that her son said that renting out the house for business was not honorable and it was not safe with so many people coming and going. She said that she could rent a house but had to pay an extra ten yuan a month.

"This family is not honest. It's best not to do business with them," Ye Shoudao said, shaking his head.

"I thought so too, and then I forgot about renting the shop. Unexpectedly, the old lady came to me again yesterday and said she was willing to rent it out at the original price and even signed a contract with me.

I thought if I rented it, there would be trouble later. Who knows, maybe they would see my displeasure and then make trouble with me. So I didn’t agree.”

"There's no rush for the store, but you should focus on the competition ahead. Also, your wife misses you, so come over to her house for dinner if you're okay."

"Okay!" Jiang Li agreed readily, mainly because Mrs. Ye's temperament was very similar to hers. She loved eating, playing and dressing up. The two of them went to restaurants and shopping malls together, and they were as close as friends regardless of age.

Because of the competition, Jiang Li put everything else aside and prepared seriously for more than half a month before handing in her work.

Qi Qiang has also been leaving home early and coming back late these days, but he didn't tell Jiang Li the reason because he was afraid that she would worry.