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

"Yang Xingye, you little bastard, you dare to refuse to pay any money. You even dare to run away. I will beat you to death when I catch you." The loud and rough voice could still be clearly heard by Jiang Muxia even through two doors.

Yang Xingye? Isn't he the stepson of Sister Ruyi? I saw him at noon in Hehuan Lane in the east of the county. He was so young, but he was visiting prostitutes and didn't pay them. Why was he found? I'm afraid Sister Ruyi is in trouble.

No, I have to go and see.

It's not that she likes to meddle in other people's business. After she was reborn and saw her sister-in-law Ruyi again, she found that she was too similar to herself in her previous life.

The same person has no one to rely on in her natal family, the same person is targeted everywhere in her husband's family, the same person has a weak character and dares not to resist unless he or she has to obey others, and the same person has a miserable end.

She shouldn't suffer the consequences she shouldn't have suffered.

I have to help her. In an instant, this thought came to Jiang Muxia’s mind.

Jiang Muxia got up, quickly put on her clothes, braided her hair skillfully, and said to her sister, "I'll go out and take a look." Then she rushed out the door.

She walked out of the house and ran towards Zhou Ruyi's house.

By the time she arrived at Zhou Ruyi's house, the gate of Yang's house was already surrounded by villagers who were eagerly watching the fun.

She took advantage of every opportunity and found a gap to squeeze in.

There were three strong and sturdy men sitting on stools in the Yang family yard. One of them, a man with a big beard and legs crossed, was cursing at Yang Xingye, "You little bastard, don't you see who we are? You still want to escape from us. Either pay back the money or give up your life."

The old lady of the Yang family held Yang Xingye in her arms and scolded him, "Who are you? How dare you hit my grandson? Do you have any law? He is only fourteen years old. How much money can he owe you?"

Yang Zhuxiu and his wife bowed and nodded as they served tea and water to the three men.

The man sneered, "Old woman, who are we? Ask your grandson, no matter how hard you try, I will beat him to death if he doesn't pay you back. Old woman, your family tradition is not good. He learned to drink and prostitute at such a young age, and he still refuses to admit it after the incident. He is really poorly educated."

Yang Zhuxiu's face was full of disbelief, and Zhou Ruyi's face turned pale.

Everyone was shocked. They could never have imagined that Yang Xingye, who was only fourteen years old, owed such a shameful amount of money. Contempt was revealed in their eyes. He really took after his mother.

Old Lady Yang shouted angrily, "Nonsense, my grandson has always been obedient, how could he do such dirty things, don't slander his innocence for no reason."

"How can we have nothing better to do than come here in the middle of the night just to discredit him? Stop talking nonsense. Either give us money or let us beat him up. It's your choice." The three big men stood up, rolled up their sleeves and got ready.

Yang Xingye was so scared that he hid behind Old Lady Yang with a look of panic on his face.

"How dare you? Don't be afraid, grandson. We are in our own village, how can we be bullied?" Old Lady Yang glared and asked with her neck raised, "You say he owes money, but you can't just say whatever you say. Do you have any evidence?" From beginning to end, Old Lady Yang never asked Yang Xingye a question, whether what these three people said was true or false, she just kept protecting him.

The bearded man took out a piece of paper from his sleeve pocket, shook it gently, and showed it to Old Lady Yang. "The evidence is right here. Look carefully. Your eldest grandson signed it with his own hand." He typed three crooked characters on the lower left corner, "Your grandson's name."

Old Lady Yang stretched out her hand to grab it, but the bearded man took it back before she did. He glared at her with a fierce look on his face, "What, you still want to grab it? Stop talking nonsense, are you going to give me the money or not?"

Old Lady Yang's idea of ​​taking away and destroying the evidence was thwarted. She sat down on the ground and cried, "Fellow villagers, please help me. They think my family is easy to bully and forced my grandson to sign a non-existent document. They want to kill my whole family and seize my property. We are all from the same village, you can't just ignore me."

After hearing her cry, the suspicions of the onlookers were reduced to the lowest level.

Yes, these three men looked ferocious and it was not impossible that Yang Xingye, a teenager, was forced to sign the document by them.

A brave villager questioned the three men, "Yes, why do you say that? How could a child like him go to a place like that? Did you force him to sign because he was young?"

The bearded man turned around, looked at the villager who was talking, and snorted, "Brother, your brain is not working well. Go home and let your mother fix it. Don't pretend to be a wise man here."

His face changed, and he was obviously impatient. He shouted at Yang Xingye, who had already hidden back in the house, "Yang Xingye, I don't have the time to play with you here. Come out and explain yourself. You bastard, you better think about the consequences of telling lies."

With the support of the villagers, Old Lady Yang was in high spirits. She rushed into the house and brought Yang Xingye out.

"Grandson, your grandmother and the villagers are here. Don't be afraid. Tell us whether they forced you to sign." Old Mrs. Yang looked at the three men arrogantly and confidently.

"Grandma, why don't you give them the money?" Yang Xingye hesitantly tried to persuade Grandma Yang.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked, and the person who had spoken for him had already left in shame.

Old Lady Yang didn't know whether she trusted her grandson or was too stupid to understand what he said. "Why should you give them money for something you didn't do?"

But Yang Zhuxiu heard it. He stepped forward, pulled his son out of his mother's arms, threw him to the ground, and asked through gritted teeth, "Is what they said true?"

Yang Xingye was so frightened that his face turned pale and he lay on the ground motionless, "I, I..."

Yang Zhuxiu kicked him and Yang Xingye let out a scream.

Old Mrs. Yang threw herself on her grandson, calling him her darling, while at the same time scolding her own son as a good-for-nothing.

"Ruyi, give them money." Yang Zhuxiu's face turned pale and he shouted to Zhou Ruyi who was standing aside.

"I, I don't have any money. My mother kept all the money." Zhou Ruyi replied tremblingly.

Yang Zhuxiu glared at her and scolded her sternly, "Useless thing."

"Don't give me any money. My money is for my eldest grandson's marriage. You are not allowed to touch it." Old Mrs. Yang dragged Yang Xingye back to her room and bolted the door from the inside.

"Mom, please give me the money and send them away. It's the middle of the night, aren't you embarrassed?" Yang Zhuxiu shouted while knocking on the door.

There was no sound from inside the door. Old Mrs. Yang was determined not to pay.

Yang Zhuxiu had no choice but to ask for help from the villagers who were watching the commotion outside the door.

Who would lend him money for such a thing? Some people left before he even asked, some refused directly, and some shameless people ridiculed him.

"Brother Yang, since you don't have the money to pay back, you might as well give away your wife." I don't know who came up with such a shameless idea.

Jiang Muxia looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the old man who was speaking had bruises and red spots on his face and a cut at the corner of his mouth.

It’s that old beast Jiang Yuxin.

Even with such an injury, he couldn't stop himself from spitting shit.