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

"You..." Tang Yi covered his face with his hands, his eyes were red with anger, and he cursed Tang Si, "How dare you, a guard dog, touch me? Aunt Qi, please give me an explanation."

Aunt Cui held his face and cried, "Oh my God, these people bully others by taking advantage of their power, chasing people home and beating them up, is there no justice?"

Jiang Muxia's eyes wandered over Liu Qinghe. When she saw Tang Yi was injured, she was about to step forward to help him clean up, but when she saw there was only a white mark on his face and his skin was not even scratched, the two began to accuse him and demand an explanation.

Her mind moved.

The scratch on Jiang Muxia's hand was bloody and in front of everyone, but the three people just brushed it off as a misunderstanding. Her mind was in a mess, and she could see who was good to her. But her parents' teachings were still fresh in her mind, and that was the belief she had always believed in her heart. Why did it become like this?

Liu Qingyuan saw Jiang Muxia's intention. She had been presenting facts and reasoning, trying to strip these people of their faces and show them to her sister. He was very grateful for her efforts.

The door curtain rang, and the eldest girl came out of the room. Qingyun had combed her hair into a girlish bun, and pinned a willow leaf-shaped jadeite pearl hairpin on the bun, which matched the jadeite taboo used to hold the collar. She was wearing a moon-white brocade jacket and skirt, which made her look even more delicate and lovely.

Liu Qinghe was stunned. When had her daughter ever dressed so beautifully? She felt bitter. Her incompetence caused her daughter and son to be looked down upon. Their daily attire was not even as good as that of the servants.

The little girl stood at the door with a blank expression and asked Tang Yi, "Father, are the three of us your biological children?"

Tang Yi was stunned. He didn't expect his daughter to attack him. He glared at her and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Liu Qinghe's face turned pale. Although her daughter's words were indeed harsh, she understood why she asked that question.

The child is feeling very miserable.

Aunt Cui rolled her eyes and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

Tang Yi's face became more and more gloomy. When she finished speaking, he glared at Liu Qinghe fiercely and said through gritted teeth: "Whether they are my children or not, you should ask your mother and ask her if she has done anything good."

Liu Qinghe's face turned pale. Liu Qingyuan was so angry that he wanted to go up and hit someone, but was stopped by his sister.

“Hahahaha…” The girl threw her head back and laughed until tears came out.

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Liu Qingyuan couldn't help but worry and advised her, "Shu'er, your mother is not that kind of person...you..."

Tang Yishu smiled bitterly, wiped her tears and looked at Liu Qingyuan, "Uncle, of course I know that mother is self-disciplined and never dares to cross the line. But some shameless beasts can throw dirty water on others at will."

She glanced at Tang Yi, Aunt Cui, and Tang Rong, and asked stiffly, "I just want to ask, since we are your biological children, why have you never looked at us straight in the eye? Since you don't like mother, why did you give birth to three of us in a row? Could it be that mother forced you to give birth to us?"

"I……"

Before Tang Yi could refute, she raised her voice and continued, "You just fancy your mother's family of scholars and want her to bear children for you. On the other hand, you despise her for being dull and not as good as a concubine in coaxing people. Tang Yi, may I ask which noble family's wife looks so seductive? Or your mother was born a concubine, and you have been influenced by her since you were a child, so you think that Aunt Cui has the same style as your biological mother, which suits your taste."

The fact that a ten-year-old girl could say such outrageous words shocked everyone present.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Liu Qingyuan immediately stood in front of his niece. When Tang Yi raised her hand and was about to slap him, Liu Qingyuan kicked her. He only used a little force, and Tang Yi fell into the snow.

Tang Rong watched all this with amusement, and suddenly felt that the pain on his face was gone.

It was really fun, dogs biting each other, both of them were covered in fur. She was not in a hurry to leave now, she wanted to stay and watch the joke.

"Who taught you to say that? Isn't that right..." Tang Yi glanced at Jiang Muxia. He didn't dare to scold Qingyun, so he could only vent his anger on his daughter. Liu Qingyuan stood in front of her, and he couldn't vent his anger, so he kept suffocating in his chest.

Even Jiang Muxia didn't expect the kid to come out and say such words.

In her previous life, when she came to Liu Qinghe, the child had already married. She married a small merchant family, who was more decisive and smarter than Liu Qinghe now. Her husband's room was clean and he didn't have any concubines. But she seldom interacted with her parents' family. Even if Liu Qinghe gave her a lot of dowry after he became rich, she returned it intact.

In the spring of the 22nd year of Yuanhe, Tang Yishu moved to the south of the Yangtze River with her husband's family and cut off contact with her natal family.

This girl was Liu Qinghe's lifelong pain, and no one dared to mention her aunt in front of her.

Now Jiang Muxia thought that maybe she was extremely disappointed with her mother when she was very young, and she had no feelings for her father who never treated them as human beings, so she broke off the relationship completely.

"I can't teach you that." Qingyun stood at the door holding the third child, staring coldly at Tang Yi, "You sowed the seeds, and now you have borne such fruits, which is exactly what you want. Tang Yi, you are not qualified as a husband, and you are even more of a failure as a father. Even a maid like me cannot look down on a good-for-nothing scum like you."

She took a step forward, stuffed the maroon wooden board in her hand into Tang Si's hand, and reached out to pull Tang Yishu back into the house.

"Tang Si, help me slap him a few more times when you hit him."

Tang Yi was so frightened that he stepped back step by step. These people were all abnormal. They dared to fight over a disagreement.

Jiang Muxia walked over to Liu Qinghe, who had collapsed to the ground in shock at his daughter's words, and reached out to pull him up.

"The ground is cold. What has your patience brought you? You are a smart woman, you should have seen clearly. Shu'er already hates you. I can imagine the days when you are old, your children will leave you one by one, and you will be a slave to this perfect couple, and this sister-in-law will come to your house every now and then to laugh at you. Do you want to live a miserable life like this?"

Liu Qinghe raised her head suddenly, and Jiang Muxia's words quickly went through her mind. She imagined the scene and shuddered. She didn't want to, she thought that when the children grew up and got married, she would have grandchildren around her, and she would finally be able to enjoy the happiness after all the hardship.

"What's the point of not wanting to? You are my family in life and my ghost in death. How can you break the sky?" Tang Rong broke her fantasy at the right time. "Seventh Aunt, have you ever thought that this is my home, you can't stay here to support her forever. Besides, she did all this voluntarily, and we never forced her."

Jiang Muxia frowned. Yes, she couldn’t stand up on her own, so it would be useless even if the king of heaven came.

"Mom, let's go. Please take us away from this hell. I'm so scared." This time, it was Tang Yizi who ran out with tears on his face. He knelt on the snow and begged her.

Liu Qingyuan picked them up, and he felt bitter in his heart. What had these children been through? They had the idea of ​​being separated from their biological father at such a young age.

At this time, the gate of the courtyard was pushed open, and an old and powerful voice was heard.

"Who's leaving?"