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

Zhao Chunfeng also knew that he was ashamed. While stopping Jiang Muxia, he moved his legs and feet to the door of the house and called out loudly to Lan in the yard.

"Mom, please come here quickly. Let's talk inside." Zhao Chunfeng stretched her neck and waved to Lan. If her legs and feet were free, she would have rushed to the yard and pulled Lan into the house.

Lan poked the wooden crutch on the ground, making a loud thumping sound. She glared and cursed, "My son and grandson were burned to death by your little bitch. What else is there to be ashamed of?"

Jiang Muxia didn't want to get involved in the quarrel between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law, so she pushed Zhao Chunfeng away and was about to leave.

No, Zhao Chunfeng held her arm tightly and refused to let go.

At this moment, the child lying on the bed started crying loudly at an inappropriate time.

Jiang Muxia was helpless. Jiang Hexin lay there motionless, and Zhao Chunfeng blocked the door and prevented her from going out.

She angrily pushed Zhao Chunfeng away, walked quickly to the bed, reached out and picked up the child.

The chubby, white child was held in his arms, so soft. The child's eyebrows and eyes looked quite like Zhao Chunfeng, with a round face and big eyes, and he looked very blessed.

Feeling the warmth in her arms, the little guy's crying gradually subsided. He stretched out his little hands to grab Jiang Muxia's clothes, and made an "oh, oh" sound from his little mouth. He stared at Jiang Muxia with his big eyes, and smiled at her with the corners of his mouth curved up.

His smile melted her heart. It reminded her of her own two children in her previous life, who were this age and were also so cute and clingy to her.

She found a stool with the child in her arms, sat on the other side of the room, and talked to the child with "ohs and ahs", which made the child giggle.

After the news that Jiang Lai Di had set fire to and killed her relatives swept through Xigang Village like a gust of wind, the villagers regarded Jiang Hexin and his wife as a scourge and stayed away from them. If it weren't for the pressure from the village chief, someone would have come to their door and driven their family out of Xigang Village.

Lan felt sorry for her son and grandson, so she took out her anger on her youngest son and his wife, warning them not to make any noise in the house and not to let her see them, or else she would beat and scold them with a stick.

These days, the two girls also suffered. Lan locked the limited food in the house in her own room and did not give them a single grain of rice.

Zhou Ruyi and Aunt Chun couldn't bear to see this and secretly gave them a bowl of rice, so that the family of five didn't starve to death.

Now, no matter how Zhao Chunfeng called, Lan refused to come into their house.

But in the end, she still came, for no other reason than that she looked upset, holding a wooden stick, and swaying around to hit Zhao Chunfeng.

Zhao Chunfeng was younger than her anyway. Before the stick fell, she reached out and grabbed it. She lowered her voice and said urgently, "Come in first. I have something important to discuss with you."

"You bitch, you gave birth to a little bitch who killed my children and grandchildren. I will beat you to death..." As he said this, he held the door frame with one hand and took back the wooden stick with the other hand, and was about to hit Zhao Chunfeng again.

The child and his mother had a tacit understanding. At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and saw the wooden stick about to fall on his mother, and he burst into tears.

Zhao Chunfeng failed to dodge and the stick still hit her.

Zhao Chunfeng cried out in pain, but she gritted her teeth and endured it, pulled the man into the house and closed the door.

The crying of the child drew Lan's attention, and she saw that there was another person, Jiang Muxia, in the room.

She looked embarrassed, remembering that Jiang Muxia had helped her a few days ago, and it was not appropriate for him to do it again in front of her.

Jiang Muxia was only concerned with coaxing the child, saying, "You guys talk about your own things, just pretend I don't exist."

Zhao Chunfeng told them everything Jiang Muxia had just said. Before Lan had finished listening, she raised her stick and stabbed the ground fiercely, cursing, "Nonsense, nonsense, my son would never do such a thing, you are maliciously framing him."

"Aunt De, the county government has already made a decision on the case. Because Jiang Laidie was also a victim, she was sentenced to the lightest punishment of death, and her body was allowed to be transported back home intact for burial. Otherwise, how brave do you think I would be to bring her back?" Jiang Muxia held the child and patted him gently. There were tears in the corners of the child's eyes, and his eyes were blurry and opened and closed, drowsy.

Just as Lan was about to shout, she raised her finger to silence the child in her arms and whispered, "Don't wake him up. You only have this one grandson..."

Lan's anger was stuck in her throat, she couldn't spit it out or swallow it, she was so angry that she was gasping for breath.

Now her grandson is the only person she cares about, and even her son has to stand aside.

Jiang Hexin was lying on the bed pretending to be dead. Zhao Chunfeng seemed to have made up his mind, "Mother, your eldest son is not a human being. He even dared to bully his own niece. He deserved to die. I want my daughter to be buried in your family's ancestral tomb to tell her spirit in heaven."

"Are you looking for death?" Before Lan could say anything, Jiang Hexin turned over and sat up with his arms propped up. "When have you ever had a say in this family? If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will divorce you."

Lan sneered and smugly glanced at Zhao Chunfeng, "You little bitch, you are so rebellious. If you don't want to follow Fang Guizhi's path, just be quiet."

Jiang Muxia finally understood why the two brothers were both bastards and useless. It turned out that the root of the problem was the Lan family. If the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked.

Zhao Chunfeng seemed to be determined to confront the mother and son.

She glanced at the mother and son and said firmly, "Divorce me if you want to. I find your family, who are worse than animals, disgusting. I will hang myself with my children at your Jiang family's ancestral grave. Jiang Hexin, I will make sure you have no descendants."

Her words frightened the mother and son, who were afraid that an honest man would do something wrong. Zhao Chunfeng was always taciturn at home, and she was really angry, so she ran to the ancestral grave and hanged herself. She really dared to do it.

By then, it won't just be a matter of him being extinct. The entire Jiang family will not let him go.

Jiang Henan's face turned pale and he said angrily, "You dare."

Zhao Chunfeng put his hands on his hips and glared, "Do you think I dare?"

"you……."

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Lan threw away her wooden crutch, sat down on the ground, and burst into tears while patting the ground. Now that things had gotten to this point, how could she care whether her grandson was asleep or not?

"Oh God, you are so blind. The bitch raised by that bitch killed my children and grandchildren. Now you are threatening me with the child. Please take me away too, and don't let these beasts bully me to death! My dear eldest son, please show your power and take away these evil people who ruined your innocence..." She cried and cursed, her voice up and down, which made Jiang Muxia very upset. Seeing the child in her arms twisting his body and pouting his little mouth, he was about to be woken up by her.

She couldn't sit still, nor could she look at the clouds. She hugged the child tightly and coaxed him gently twice. Then she carried the child to the door and prepared to send the child to Jiang Pandi's room. She had been here for quite some time and it was time to leave.

"Sister-in-law, I'll give the child to Pan Di." She looked past Zhao Chunfeng and fell on Jiang Hexin, "You only have three days. If you still have a conscience, treat her well."

Zhao Chunfeng's request was absolutely impossible to achieve. Since ancient times, no half-grown child had ever been buried in the ancestral tomb after death. Even boys could not enter, not to mention that Jiang Lai Di was a murderer who had killed her uncle's family of three.

If such words were spoken, everyone in the Jiang family's ancestral clan would drown this family in spit.

Not leaving her body exposed to the sun to be whipped was the greatest gift I could give her.