The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Ye Nitang looked at the two extremely angry children standing in front of him.

Her heart uncontrollably softened into a puddle of water.

The power of blood is really magical, even if the original owner once hurt them like that.

But their love for their mother has not diminished at all.

She bent down, picked up two stones, threw them hard, and threw them into the mouths of the two teenagers who were the first to curse.

She could not care about these naughty children, but she could not let her two children bear these gossips.

Today, she was going to teach the naughty children in the entire village a lesson and let them understand the consequences of speaking out.

Two stones suddenly got stuck in the throats of the two teenagers. They scratched their necks in pain and rolled their eyes.

Thinking that Ye Nitang could make poison, the two teenagers were furious and stumblingly said,

"Fool Ye, what did you feed me?"

"You bad woman, my parents will never let you go!"

The two of them are the "leaders" of another wave of naughty kids besides Ye Xianzong and the four others.

The father of one of them is the son of Zhang Dalian, the village chief's cousin, who is ten years old this year.

The other is the son of the village scoundrel Sun Bazi. He is eleven years old. At a young age, he has learned 100% of his father's sneaky skills.

They were also the ones who arranged the gossips between the original owner and the Ye family in the village.

Ye Nitang looked at the two young men and said coldly: "You are still so arrogant when you are about to die!

This is the intestinal poison I made from the stings of wasps, fangs of poisonous snakes, venom of toads, tails of scorpions, and my poisonous blood.

From now on, your stomach will hurt until your whole body turns to pus. "

"You are lying, I don't believe you."

"Yes, idiot Ye, don't try to scare us."

After the two teenagers finished speaking, their throats felt as if they were on fire.

Hearing this, several other children looked at the two of them tremblingly, not knowing what to do.

"Did you react to the medicine?"

Ye Nitang looked at them jokingly, she just put some pepper water on the stone.

The two of them were flustered in their hearts, but stubbornly refused to admit it on their faces.

Ye Nitang took out a bottle of strong acid and poured it on a small stone on the side of the road.

After a few breaths, the stone bubbled with black bubbles and slowly turned into water.

She raised her eyes and looked at all the naughty children, "Are your bones harder than this stone?

From today on, if I hear you scolding me and my children again, I will pour this poison into your mouths and make you die of pain. "

Looking at the stone that had melted away without a trace, the two young men who were scolding softened and sat down on the ground, huddled together and shivering.

Ye Nitang, I was wrong. I will never scold you again.

Sister Tang'er, I won't bully Ye Langlang and Ye Juejue anymore.

However, they only think about these words in their hearts but cannot say them out.

Because the two stones were stuck in their throats, they could not cough them out or swallow them.

Several children who were playing with them ran away quickly when they saw this scene.

Ye Nitang smiled with satisfaction, "I'll give you a chance to keep your mouth shut. From now on, if I hear you scold me, bully my children, or scold my Ye family, I will make you just like that stone. From now on, I will let you be like that stone." disappear from this world.”

The two teenagers were like chickens eating rice, nodding their heads non-stop.

Okay, okay, we will never scold you.

Whoever dares to scold you, I will beat him.

Ye Langlang was also frightened. Her mother would not really give them poison.

"Mom, let's go find uncle to save them."

The little guy has no father. When something happens, he first thinks of his uncle.

Ye Nitang counted the time. They were still dozens of minutes away from death. It would not be too late to save them when their parents came.

She rubbed her son's head and said, "Don't be afraid, he won't die."

"Mother..."

"Ye Heizhu, if you dare to poison my son, I will kill you!"

"It's not good. Idiot Ye has poisoned my son. Help!"

Before Ye Langlang could say anything, a group of people came running from the direction of the village.

They were the family members of the two stone-eating boys and some villagers.

They were holding hoes and sticks, and they were all angry, as if they were going to have a big fight.

The fathers of the two teenagers running at the front, Zhang Dalian and Sun Bazi, ran over like crazy holding poles and hit Ye Nitang on the head.

"You idiot Ye, if you dare to harm my son, I will never be done with you."

"Today I will kill you, a fool, and eliminate harm to our Huaishan Village!"

"Don't hit my mother!"

Ye Langlang opened his arms, used his thin body to stop in front of his mother, and stared at them.

Ye Juejue imitated him and opened her arms to stop him.

Zhang DaLian and Sun ZhiZi didn't pay attention to them at all. They came up and kicked them away.

"You little bastard, get out of here!"

"You bastard, get out of here!"

Ye Nitang hugged the two children first, turned around, and avoided their feet.

Then he took out a hatchet from the basket behind him, pointed it at Zhang Da Lian and Sun Bazi, and slashed it left and right a few times.

Before the two of them could react, their clothes were torn to pieces, and their bodies were covered in tiny bloody cuts.

Her naked body seemed to be wearing a red dress.

The villagers who came to see the excitement were stunned by this scene.

Didn’t this fool from the Ye family say he was cured?

Why are you still killing people with a knife?

If she wants to stay in the village, will they still survive if they accidentally offend her in the future?

Ye Nitang used a blood-stained hatchet to pat the frightened Zhang Dalian and Sun Bazi who were sitting on the ground, threatening them in a sinister manner.

"Since you think I am a fool, then remember, a fool doesn't like others calling her a fool, nor does she like others bullying her children and family. Otherwise, God will be afraid of her going crazy."

As she said that, she paused and looked around at the people watching the fun. "The county magistrate said that I am a fool and I don't have to go to jail for killing someone."

Last year, the former county magistrate released her back under this name.

Zhang DaLian and Sun ZhiZi were already frightened and nodded blankly, "We don't dare anymore. We won't dare anymore in the future."

Their women and parents were not intimidated. They hugged the two boys who rolled their eyes and cursed even more angrily when they saw that Ye Nitang had cut their head of the family until his whole body was bleeding.

"Let's all come together. If we don't kill this fool, your children will be poisoned by her in the future."

"Let's go together and get rid of this scourge."

However, the villagers looked at their children and the bloody knife in Ye Nitang's hand, and they didn't want to meddle in this business.

So someone said, "I'll go ask the village chief."

Ye Nitang held the two children on her legs. She also wanted to wait for the village chief to come and settle the matter with these people about their children bullying her children.

At this time, a kind old man walked in from the crowd, followed by a young boy about the same age as Ye Qinghong.

In the young man's hands, he held two oil paper bags.

The old man looked at Ye Nitang with a gentle expression, "Are you Miss Ye?"

"Who are you?" Ye Nitang looked at him, feeling kind-hearted but not recognizing him.

"I'm……"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Zhang Qingyu and several villagers ran over.

Two family members of the young boy whose neck was stuck by a stone hugged the child and ran to him crying.

"Village Chief, Idiot Ye poisoned my child."

"Kill her quickly, otherwise our whole village will be poisoned by her."

The old man and young man were pushed to the outside of the crowd.