Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

The next day, Jiang got up before dawn as usual, prepared breakfast, and then was busy feeding the chickens, ducks and pigs.

By the time Song Jixiang got up, Jiang had already washed the dirty clothes and hung them out to dry in the yard.

Song Jixiang shook his head helplessly. Habits are really terrible things.

She also knew that it was impossible to change Jiang's inherent ideas in a short period of time, but she hoped that time could change everything!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the gate. The sound was rapid and intensive, as if something big had happened.

Jiang felt inexplicably nervous and replied, "I'm coming, I'm coming," while going to open the door.

After the gate opened, a group of people rushed in.

The leader was a burly man with a homemade bow and arrow on his back. There was still fresh blood on his dark face. He walked with a limp, and his hand holding the wooden stick was shaking. His eyes were red, and he said to Jiang in a choked voice: "Sister-in-law, Brother Song, Brother Song..."

Jiang's uneasiness gradually grew, and he stared at He Dazhuang, "Song Jiaming, what happened to Song Jiaming?"

He Dazhuang's knees softened and he knelt in front of Jiang, "Third Brother Song, he, he."

"Just say it, say it!..." Jiang didn't care about etiquette and stepped forward, grabbed He Dazhuang's collar and shook him.

He Dazhuang was already injured, and under Jiang's vigorous shaking, he soon slipped from Jiang's hands and fell to the ground like a rag doll.

Several aunts came over to hold Jiang back. Aunt Wang from next door held her and consoled her, "Third wife, don't get excited! Don't get excited. Listen to what Da Zhuang has to say first."

Oh my god, Jiang is too strong. Da Zhuang is shaken and rolling his eyes.

He Dazhuang took a while to catch his breath and slapped himself in the face, "I'm useless, I'm useless, I didn't help Third Brother Song, and I even caused Third Brother to turn around and save me. It's all my fault, it's all my fault... wuwuwu..."

The tall and strong man fell to the ground and cried, "Brother Song was pushed down the cliff by a big insect in order to save me."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, knocking Jiang to the ground.

Song Jixiang quickly ran to Jiang's side, held her, and helped her back to the house with several other aunts, and laid her on the bed. When no one was paying attention, he took Jiang's pulse with his little hand and found that she was just unconscious due to anger, so he was relieved.

After the aunts and grandmas left, she used a special method to clear her meridians. Jiang woke up slowly, tears dripping down her eyes. Although she resented Song Jiaming for not protecting her and the child, making their family live through so many miserable years, after all, they had been married for so many years, it was impossible not to be sad.

When Song Xiaoqi saw Jiang crying, her little mouth pouted and she started crying too.

When the villagers outside heard the crying coming from the inner room, they felt extremely desolate. Some soft-hearted women also began to wipe away their tears secretly.

There was such a big commotion here, but there was no movement at all from Old Lady Song's side.

Song Jixiang didn't believe that she didn't hear it, and he had a further understanding of her cruelty.

Jiang, who was lying on the bed, suddenly sat up. Without anyone’s help, she staggered out, yelling, “I don’t believe it, Song Jiaming… wuwuwu, I want to go find him, I want to find him, it’s impossible, it’s impossible…”

He owed her and the child, how could he just leave them without saying anything? It was impossible. He Dazhuang must have made up a lie to deceive her.

She wanted to go up the mountain. She had to see it with her own eyes. Otherwise, she wouldn't believe anything anyone said.

Song Jixiang did not stop them. He picked up Song Xiaoqi, who was crying on the bed, and chased Jiang out of the door.

He Dazhuang limped along behind, not telling Jiang that he and several other brothers had been searching for him at the foot of the cliff for a long time, but could not find him...

All that was left was Brother Song's bloody shirt and a shoe full of patches.

Night fills the air.

Lights flickered in the Song family courtyard, and intermittent crying sounds passed through the door and the courtyard wall and drifted far away.

After losing her husband, Jiang was in a daze and seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. She was like a puppet without a soul, allowing others to manipulate her at will.

Song Jixiang could not empathize with him, and could not feel any sympathy for the man she had only met once. Song Jixiang sneered at his foolish filial piety without any bottom line, his unprincipled protection of Song Youcai, and his indulgence of other members of the Song family who were like leeches sucking blood from their third room.

Maybe his disappearance wasn't all bad.

It was several days later when everything was settled.

Song Jiaming's cenotaph was erected next to Old Man Song. Old Lady Song said that she was not feeling well and needed the care of the second wife. Several people stayed in the room for several days without leaving the house. They did not even come out to take a look at Song Jiaming's last journey.

The eldest daughter of the Song family sent a message to the village chief, saying that she was going to study in the county and would not be able to come back in a short time.

The Song family's attitude and actions were so cold-blooded that many people in the village were frightened.

Jiang had become numb to the Song family's indifference. She sat in the same place all day, staring at the door in a daze with a blank look in her eyes.

"Bitch, what are you doing sitting here? You're blocking my way. Get out of the way."

Old Mrs. Song strolled in the yard in high spirits.

After lying in bed for a few days and taking some tonic pills, her injuries had long since healed, but she just didn't want to see the third room's family. Seeing Jiang Shi so angry, she felt unlucky and kicked Jiang Shi hard.

Jiang fell to the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

She didn't cry or make a fuss, as if she didn't feel the pain, she got up and sat back down.

When Old Lady Song saw that Jiang was actually confronting her, she became even more angry, "You are blocking my way. I will kick you to death, you unlucky thing. You have a sad face all day long. Who are you showing off to? Ah, I will kick you to death, kick you to death..." Old Lady Song raised her foot and hit Jiang with all her strength.

Jiang was like a wooden man, neither crying nor struggling.

"It's what it is. It's just an unlucky thing that deserves a beating."

When Old Lady Song saw her faint, she felt relieved and spat at her fiercely.

When Song Jixiang and Song Xiaoqi came back from Aunt Wang's house next door, they saw this scene.

Before she could move, Song Xiaoqi had already broken free from her grasp, and with his short legs he flew over to Jiang's side, calling her "mother" repeatedly, which was enough to make anyone cry.

Song Xiaoqi is already four years old, but his mental faculties are less than those of a two-year-old.

Normally, he only knew a few simple words. As a child, he was naturally able to sense who was good to him and who was not. Therefore, he was only close to Jiang and Song Jixiang. As for other people, he instinctively stayed away from them, thus avoiding a lot of malicious harm.

"Why are you howling? I'm not dead yet. You're a bunch of unlucky people, money-losing goods. I let you howl. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not surnamed Chen." While cursing, she raised her leg and kicked Song Xiaoqi on the back who was lying on Jiang.

A trace of coldness flashed across Song Jixiang's eyes. This old woman is really inhuman. What she did is worse than that of an animal. She has completely lost her humanity and can even step on such a young child.

Last time, she had shown mercy and given her a chance, but this time...

We must make her remember this!

The energy in his hand condensed, and an invisible vortex seemed to form in the air. The leaves in the yard swayed lightly without wind, making a rustling sound. A force mixed with anger rushed straight towards Old Lady Song...

Old Mrs. Song screamed and fell to the ground with her limbs spread out.

The volume of the sound seemed to break through the sky, and the whole village seemed to tremble.

Soon, the Song family's courtyard was once again crowded with people watching the fun, and the scene was almost as exciting as the Chinese New Year.