Xu Yan looked at the unfavorable atmosphere at the dinner table, took a big bite, and said with a smile: "I have to say it, this bread that Jiaojiao bought is really delicious."

"Jiaojiao has grown up and now knows how to buy gifts for her family. That's great."

“That’s great.”

“It’s really delicious.”

The Xu family praised her in unison, making the girl feel embarrassed. Her face turned red, like two sunset clouds on her cheeks. She was very beautiful.

The heavy atmosphere was gradually replaced by laughter. After all, the Xu family was extremely enthusiastic, but the Yangmei family was not like that.

Yang's mother cleans the house as a daily routine. Normally, she is reluctant to do this and would leave it to her daughter. However, she only knows where every item in the house is after she has cleaned it herself.

Yangmei did not have her own room. Her mother set up a small bed for her next to her brother's room and pulled a curtain in the middle as a dividing line. She did not consider at all that her daughter was grown up and should have her own room.

Yang's mother looked at her daughter's tidy bed and then at her son's messy bed. Without complaint, she moved all of her son's belongings to the girl's bed.

Unexpectedly, Yangmei's bed was shaking. When she lifted it up, she saw a small box at the bottom. It was tattered and was the one that was discarded when they played Landlord. Who knew it was picked up by this girl.

A gleam of light flashed in Yang's mother's eyes. When she opened it, she couldn't believe what she saw. There was more than four yuan in it. It was a huge sum of money for the Yang family. They only earned more than ten yuan a month.

She cursed angrily: "You bitch, I can't kill you."

He didn't even bother to clean the room, and the box was thrown carelessly on the dirt floor. He put the money in his pocket and left.

When Yangmei came back, her mother was washing clothes by the well. She looked emotionless and the girl felt a tightness in her heart.

"Are you blind or deaf? You didn't call out when you saw someone."

"Mom." A weak voice came.

The woman snorted in response.

Yang Mei quickly ran to the room, and saw a messy place. Her brother's things were thrown randomly on her bed. She didn't look surprised at all, as if she had expected it. She smiled bitterly and resigned herself to picking up the things.

The room had a bad orientation and was located in the most secluded corner. I didn't dare turn on the light and could only tidy up with the dim light. My foot unconsciously kicked a small box on the bed frame, which made a crisp sound.

Yang Mei's expression changed instantly, her heart was gripped tightly. She bent down to pick up the thing she kicked and took a look. She almost couldn't breathe.

The box was opened and the money inside was gone. When I thought of my mother, I immediately figured out who took it.

Holding the box, he angrily asked, "Mom, the money is gone."

Yang's mother was busy washing clothes, pretending not to hear and ignoring her. The girl walked in relentlessly, her eyes already red, but she was still hoping to get the money back.

Her voice softened a bit: "Mom, the money is not mine, it's Jiaojiao's. I borrowed it from her and I have to pay it back."

On that hot afternoon, Yang's mother remained silent and did not respond. She just washed the worn-out clothes in her hands, thinking about making a nice piece of clothing for her son so that she could feel more energetic.

Yang Mei pushed her mother with a crying tone, "Mom, it's money."

The woman was annoyed and furious. She slapped him and cursed, "Get lost. What are you pushing for, you bitch? You had money but you didn't tell me, you bitch."

The girl's cheeks turned red instantly. Her mother slapped her so hard that blood even flowed from the corner of her mouth. Tears gushed out of her eyes, but for someone who is not loved, these tears would only make people feel upset, and would have no other effect.

"Mom, this is my money, give it to me."

She was crying so hard that she could hardly control herself. She even went forward to search her mother's body without caring about anything. The woman kicked her to the ground. Yang's mother then sat on her daughter and slapped her hard several times.

For a moment, the yard was filled with miserable cries and roars. Facing this mother who was much weaker than herself, Yang Mei did not dare to resist at all.

In the chaos, the Yang family father and son who had worked in the fields came back. Seeing the noisy house, their brows furrowed.

He yelled, "What are you arguing about? It's so annoying."

"Why did you hit her? Her face is broken. What about the bride price? Are you going to get married?" Yang's father said in a lukewarm tone, looking coldly at his daughter who was being ridden by her mother.

The girl was beaten badly, but he just felt upset and even worried that he would not be able to get a higher dowry.

"Yeah, mom, if you beat me up, how can I get married?" said the girl's disgusting and sloppy brother.

So the woman let her go and stood up, gasping for breath. Yang Mei's face was covered with blood from her nose from the beating. Only her still chest showed any signs of life, like a broken bellows.

She threatened relentlessly, "Bitch, if you dare to hide money again, I will kill you."

"Okay, how much can she hide? Just a few cents. Go cook. I'm starving."

Mother Yang snorted coldly, squinted at the girl, and raised her voice: "It's only a few cents. You hid almost five dollars."

Father Yang's face darkened, and a sense of oppression came over him instantly. Even the woman trembled, her hair stood up, and she shuddered.

The pipe was hit hard, and the sharp edge cut a hole on his forehead, blood flowing out: "Bitch, you're just like your mother, but you didn't beat her enough."

Yang Tianci said sharply: "What, where did you get so much money? Are you crazy?"

He immediately joined the battle of torture, swinging the hard cloth belt in his hand heavily: "Bitch, you have money but you don't give it to me. Do you want me to not be able to marry a wife? Bitch, I will beat you to death."

From beginning to end, Yang Mei didn't utter a word, her body trembling constantly, like a desperate little animal that was forced into a desperate situation. She cried miserably, but there was no crying, only suppressed sounds coming from her nose from time to time.

Violence can be inherited. Xu's father beat his wife, but the woman did not think of resisting. Instead, she oppressed her daughter who was also a woman. Yang Tianci inherited his father's violent genes, including all the violent acts that he saw and heard.

He has been beating his sister since they were young, and it was even common for him to peek at her taking a bath during adolescence. The two of them lived in the same room, and he often did things worse than pigs and dogs.

His family members spoiled him, and as a result, he was also biased against him outside. He often flirted with the young girls and wives in the village, regardless of whether they had a husband or not.

I have been beaten so many times that over time, the resources I can get in the village have become fewer and fewer, and even the fields are covered with stones.

However, not only did they not reflect on themselves or restrain themselves, they did more sneaky things and often insulted the villagers, causing panic among the people. Even those who had chickens and ducks at home did not dare to sleep with their eyes open.