The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

There was blame and confusion in Jiang Muxia's eyes. Logically speaking, Li Jiru treated her like a treasure, so how could he let her suffer any injustice?

Li Jiru looked innocent and spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know either.

Jiang Muxia gently pulled her into the house, took out a clean handkerchief, wet it and wrung it dry, then helped her wipe the tears from her face.

He pushed her onto the stool and then asked her softly, "What happened? Did Brother Jiru bully you?"

Jiang Zaohua wiped her tears and sobbed in a choked voice.

Seeing this, Jiang Muxia stopped asking her questions and stayed with her quietly, waiting for her emotions to calm down.

She had already vaguely guessed what had happened in her family. More than three months had passed since her wedding. If Jiang Xinghua was pregnant, she should be giving birth by now!

Her eyes were gloomy and she felt indescribable anger in her heart. Which beast could bully a mentally retarded person?

Jiang Zaohua finally cried until she had no more strength left. She leaned her head on Jiang Muxia's shoulder and sniffed gently. Her originally clear voice was now a little hoarse. "You reminded me at the time, but I didn't care. Last night when I returned home, my sister...she gave birth to a baby girl." As she spoke, she sobbed again and could not speak.

Although she had guessed the ending, Jiang Muxia's heart still trembled. She said nothing, but stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang Zaohua.

Although Jiang Xinghua was a fool, in the village, the fact that she was deflowered and pregnant was something that could not be made public. The beast who bullied her was doing this because Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang did not dare to expose the scandal openly, so they could only swallow their anger.

"Is Sister Xinghua okay?"

Jiang Zaohua sobbed and said, "Oh no, she had heavy bleeding after giving birth. I dare not go to see her. I am afraid."

"How can I help?"

"Please don't tell Ji Ru, okay? If something scandalous like this happens in my family, he will..."

Jiang Muxia knew what she was going to say, and before she could finish, she blocked her mouth, "He won't. Zaohua, you are husband and wife, and if something goes wrong, you have to face it together. He knows that you think of him like this, how can you face him? Is he so untrustworthy in your heart?"

"no no……"

"I understand. But Sister Xinghua can't just suffer this injustice without knowing the reason. We are her relatives and we have to seek justice for her. We don't have to do it openly. Sister Xinghua has never left the village, and the people who hurt her can only be people in the village. Let us help you, okay?"

Jiang Zaohua propped herself up from her arms, covered her face with her hands, sobbed for a while, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Can you find someone?"

Jiang Muxia stood up, wrung out the handkerchief, handed it to her, and replied firmly: "I will. Wash your face and I will go home with you to see Sister Xinghua."

"Okay." Jiang Zaohua took the handkerchief, wiped her face carefully, stood up, took a deep breath, pursed her lips, made her expression calmer, and then said, "I'm fine, let's go!"

Jiang Muxia specially brought the meat buns that she brought back from the county in the morning. This is Sister Xinghua’s favorite.

The two walked out of the house, and Jiang Muxia told her sister, "My sister-in-law and I will go home, you guys cook dinner at home."

The door of Jiang Zaohua's house was closed. Zaohua pushed it, but it was bolted from the inside. The two were startled and had a bad premonition.

Is it that everyone in the family is out, or has something happened?

Jiang Zaohua knocked on the door vigorously and shouted, "Mom, I'm Zaohua, open the door."

They waited at the door for a long time before the door slowly opened.

Zhang Caiyun opened the door, saw the two people, and choked up, "You're back." Her eyes were red and tears were in the corners of her eyes.

The two of them felt a pang in their hearts and felt that something was not right. Could something have happened to Jiang Xinghua?

"Sister-in-law, my sister..." Jiang Zaohua's voice trembled, and Jiang Muxia felt her whole body tense.

"Zaohua, go check on your sister. She's dying."

Jiang Zaohua's body went limp and she almost fell to the ground, but Jiang Muxia was quick to catch her.

Supporting her, they ran to the yard. Uncle Jiang squatted at the door, holding his head in his hands and sobbing softly.

The two stumbled into the west wing, and the strong smell of blood hit them. Aunt Jiang stood by the bed with tears in her eyes, trying hard not to let them fall. Jiang Xinghua lay quietly on the bed, her face pale, only breathing out but not in, and she was already exhausted.

Jiang Zaohua rushed to the bed, took her hand, and called softly: "Sister, wake up, I am Zaohua, open your eyes and look at me. Don't you like meat buns? I brought them, get up and eat them!"

She took out a bun from the oil paper bag, stuffed it into Jiang Xinghua's hand, and put it to Jiang Xinghua's mouth.

Perhaps hearing her call, Jiang Xinghua moved her fingers and slowly opened her eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Xinghua's eyes were clear and bright. The corners of her lips curled up, and she raised her hand to pass the bun to Jiang Zaohua, "Eat it, sister. My time has come, and I can't accompany you anymore. If there is an afterlife, I will be your sister again. In the next life, I will not be stupid anymore, and I will take good care of you in the next life."

She put the bun in Jiang Zaohua's hand and gently stroked her sister's face. She turned her eyes to Aunt Jiang, "Mom, we were mother and daughter in this life, but in the end, you still worried about me. In the next life, we will still be mother and daughter, and I will protect you, okay?"

At her deathbed, Jiang Xinghua, who had been demented for more than ten years, woke up. Although her voice was soft, her thoughts were clear.

"Okay." Aunt Jiang held her hand, and the tears in her eyes finally fell, one by one, onto the back of Jiang Xinghua's hand.

Zhang Caiyun, who was standing by, covered her mouth and sobbed.

Jiang Xinghua's pupils gradually dilated and she slowly closed her eyes. Her hands no longer had the strength to support them and they slipped out of Aunt Jiang's hands.

Uncle Jiang, who heard the noise outside, rushed into the house. When he was about to ask her who had harmed her to such a state, he witnessed the scene of his daughter leaving.

Veins popped out of his clenched fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he smashed his fists hard against the wall.

Jiang Muxia's eyes turned red and tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She couldn't bear to see this scene and turned her head away.

There was crying in the room and she couldn't bear to stay any longer.

He went forward and took Aunt Jiang's arm, and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Where is the child?"

"In the main room." Zhang Caiyun answered for her.

"What are your plans?" Jiang Muxia had just asked this question when Uncle Jiang, who was standing at the door, suddenly pushed the door open and walked out.

Jiang Muxia's heart moved, "Oh no, Uncle Jiang might do something to the child." She followed him and ran out of the house.

Jiang Xinghua was dead, and the child was now a thorn in the side of their family. But the child was still alive, and if they attacked her, it would be murder, and she couldn't just watch this family become murderers.

"Uncle Jiang." Jiang Muxia rushed forward to stop him, "Calm down, Sister Xinghua doesn't want you to become a murderer."

Uncle Jiang glared at Jiang Muxia fiercely, as if he regarded Jiang Muxia as his enemy, "She killed my daughter, how could I possibly keep this evil creature?"

He reached out and pushed Jiang Muxia aside. She was caught off guard and her body hit the wall. She staggered two steps and finally steadied herself by holding onto the wall with one hand.