Chapter 155: Three slaps, a paralyzed burden

Well, as expected, when there is trouble, it’s Zhong Wuyan, when there is nothing, it’s Xia Yingchun, and when Zhao Jiayun comes, there is definitely nothing good.

You still dare to call her Sang Ning all the time. Why didn't you call her so affectionately when you teamed up with others to bully Sang Ning?

Others may forget, but Zhao Jiayun, He Yueyang and Lin Xiuzhi will never forget. When these two first arrived, they bullied Sang Ning and stopped her from playing with her. Lin Xiuzhi remembers everything clearly.

How could she have the nerve to ask me for Sang Ning's address now?

Lin Xiuzhi drooped her face and rejected her without hesitation, "I don't know, the place is confidential."

Zhao Jiayun did not feel embarrassed. "Auntie, I know you have opinions about me, but after all, I went to the countryside with Sang Ning. We are both educated youth, and she will definitely not ignore it."

You should look at the face of the Buddha instead of the monk. How dare you say such things?

Lin Xiuzhi was almost laughing out of anger. She spoke to Zhao Jiayun like a spring, "You are all educated youth. You and He Yueyang isolated Sang Ning. You never come to visit us for no reason. Now you are thinking of Sang Ning's kindness. What were you doing in the past?"

Her voice was so loud that the neighbors on both sides looked over. Seeing Zhao Jiayun's embarrassed look, everyone burst into laughter.

The truth is that Zhao Jiayun is not popular in the village. She thinks of herself as an educated youth and looks down on everyone every day. No one likes to chat with her.

"That's right. If I remember correctly, Chu Zhiqing slept in a small cave by himself."

"That's right. Even if three people squeeze together, it's better than letting people sleep in a kiln. How can you be so bold as to ask for help now?"

No one would scold you in person, but the joking ridicule was enough to make Zhao Jiayun unable to raise his head.

One person cannot speak any more than a group of people. She clenched her fists, her heart filled with shame.

If Luo Yiping wasn't useless, why would she come to Chu Sangning for help and be humiliated.

This is all Chu Sangning's fault, it's all the Jiang family's fault. If it weren't for the Jiang family, Chu Sangning would definitely continue to live in the Luo family as she did in her previous life. It was obvious that she and Luo Yiping were a couple.

Why do you let yourself endure this suffering?

Zhao Jiayun stared at Lin Xiuzhi with a sneer, and shouted desperately: "Auntie, Chu Sangning has a good family background, are you really sure that she can be with your son?"

"Don't be fooled by her. She is only good at sweet talk. Once she has taken all the money from your son, she might find a way to leave Changxing Village and return to the city."

Lin Xiuzhi hadn't heard of this kind of divisive trick for a long time. When Zhao Jiayun mentioned it, she couldn't help but sneer. When she looked up, she could only see jealousy in her eyes.

Lin Xiuzhi said, "You are just jealous of Sang Ning."

You deceived them and took away everything from them. They already have houses in Sangningjing City and Lu City, and a father who loves them. Why bother deceiving them?

Since Chu Sangning fell in love with Yan Ge, Lin Xiuzhi felt that the Jiang family must have been very diligent in their previous lives to have such a good girl.

"What are you jealous of? Are you jealous that she found a cripple?" Zhao Jiayun blurted out the words without thinking.

Lin Xiuzhi and Jiang's father's faces were as black as coal, Pan Wenlan also had a sullen look, and even Jiang Pan'an, a child, could hear that Zhao Jiayun was mocking Jiang Xingyan, and stepped forward angrily, "You are not allowed to talk about my uncle."

After all, she was pregnant. What if she got into trouble? Pan Wenlan grabbed her son and said coldly, "This has nothing to do with you, Luo's daughter-in-law. You should go back and serve your mother-in-law."

The people watching the excitement nearby didn't dare to say a word. Everyone knew that Lin Xiuzhi was a well-known shrew in the area. Now someone actually dared to laugh at her son in front of her. Did they really think Lin Xiuzhi was a soft persimmon?

The smile in Lin Xiuzhi's eyes gradually faded, and she stared at Zhao Jiayun with contempt and disdain. "Since you are pregnant, I will not touch you. Zhao Jiayun, only by keeping good words can the child grow up well. What do you think?"

Although she didn't touch Zhao Jiayun, Lin Xiuzhi couldn't help but express her anger. She asked her eldest son to carry the drunk Luo Yiping to the door. Looking at the drunk man who was still shouting for wine, Lin Xiuzhi asked someone to move him aside with disgust.

Then he moved his hands and feet forward, and before anyone could react, Lin Xiuzhi slapped him in the face, "This slap is for your wife's bad mouth."

“Pah—”

"This slap is because you didn't discipline your child strictly and let the mad dog come out to bite people."

“Pah—”

"This slap is for my son and for the many soldiers who are guarding the border for us. You don't see their sacrifices at all."

After three slaps, Lin Xiuzhi's anger subsided. Everyone was so excited that Luo Yiping, who was drunk and unconscious, fainted completely.

It's a great day, but they have to come out to get beaten. Pan Wenlan spat and asked everyone to disperse. "There's nothing to see anymore. Everyone should go back to do your own things. The New Year is coming soon. Clean up the house quickly."

Lin Xiuzhi rolled her eyes at Zhao Jiayun, took the broom and told everyone to go back, saying loudly: "Hurry back, or the mad dog will bite you later."

After the door was closed, Zhao Jiayun hadn't reacted yet. He just came to ask Lin Xiuzhi for Chu Sangning's address. How did it turn out like this?

Luo Yiping is drinking again, drinking all day long. Maybe he will drink himself to death outside one day.

Zhao Jiayun was so angry that he turned around and was about to leave, but he stopped as soon as he turned around. He gritted his teeth and thought for a long time before finally bending over with difficulty and reaching out to pat Luo Yiping's arm.

"Luo Yiping, Luo Yiping."

"Stop making noise." Luo Yiping rubbed his hot face, turned over and closed his eyes, as if he was going to fall asleep.

If he really slept in such cold weather, Zhao Jiayun would come with a white cloth to collect the body within two hours.

I'm not afraid of a man getting drunk, I'm afraid of a man getting drunk and lying on the ground and not walking home.

Zhao Jiayun didn't want to become a widow, so she gritted her teeth and helplessly dragged Luo Yiping, walking slowly.

After returning home, my paralyzed mother-in-law was still crying for food, "Is there anyone here? I'm thirsty."

Zhao Jiayun pounded his aching waist, walked into the house numbly, tried hard to ignore the stench in the house, and poured a glass of water for Old Lady Luo.

As soon as Mrs. Luo touched it, she retracted her hand, "It's cold, I won't drink it if it's cold."

Damn old woman, you are paralyzed and still have so many things to do. Zhao Jiayun simply gave up the business and said, "You can drink if you want. If you don't drink, you will die of thirst."

No matter how Old Lady Luo called out to Zhao Jiayun, she ignored her. As for her good son, whom Old Lady Luo had been thinking about all the time, he was sleeping soundly on the ground.

Zhao Jiayun returned to the room exhausted, sat on the bed and looked at some change, hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind.