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

Old Mrs. Song fell hard this time. She couldn't open her eyes for a long time. Her hands waved weakly in the air a few times, but she couldn't get up. It seemed as if all the bones in her body were broken. She collapsed to the ground, breathing out more than breathing in.

Little Chen pouted and came over to help her reluctantly. She thought it would be the same as last time, which looked serious but actually didn't cause much damage.

Little did she know that as soon as her hand touched Old Lady Song, she would start to scream like a ghost.

The severe pain in her body stimulated her nerves. Old Lady Song suddenly opened her eyes, her triangular eyes were filled with tears, and she spat on Little Chen's face, trembling and cursing: "You, you damn little hoof, you are as stupid as a pig, hey, hey, hey, I'm dying, be gentle, be gentle... It hurts me to death... You are just a... waste..." It must be said that Old Lady Song had never been a waitress, and she paid attention to maintenance, so her physical foundation was still very good. At this time, she still had the strength to glare at Little Chen.

Little Chen wiped the saliva off her face with her sleeve. She felt disgusted and cursed Old Mrs. Song in her heart, "What an old hag." She deliberately increased the strength of her hands, causing Old Mrs. Song to gasp in pain.

Little Chen was happy in her heart, but her face was filled with anxiety. "Aunt, Aunt, please try harder. Can I help you up right away?"

Old Madam Song wanted to curse her. She was such a weak-minded person. If she could use more strength, she would need her help. She never skipped a bite of food. She had so little strength that she lay there straight, making people laugh at her.

Little Chen seemed to be blind to the murderous gaze. She screamed loudly and exerted force with her hands. Finally, she turned old lady Song over. From her back facing the sky, she now lay face down on the ground like a pancake. She looked even more ridiculous. The villagers around her couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The stories of the Song family are so funny, one after another, even more lively than the opera troupe that performs in the open space of the ancestral hall during the New Year.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, all of you. What's so good about it? Are you so bored?" Song Jiawu and Song Youcai led Doctor Gu into the house, squeezed aside the villagers who were watching the fun, and together they carried Old Mrs. Song back into the house.

Before entering the house, Old Lady Song squinted at Little Chen and said, "This bad boy deliberately hurt me. Jiawu, you just let your wife bully your mother."

Daughters-in-law are all unreliable and money-losing goods, and when the critical moment comes, you have to rely on your own sons and grandsons.

Without saying anything, Song Jiawu slapped Xiao Chen in the face and cursed, "Waste, wait and see how I'll deal with you later."

Little Chen's name was Chen Cuihua. She didn't have a very good reputation in the mountain village. When the villagers saw her being humiliated, they laughed unceremoniously.

Chen was filled with resentment, and she vented her anger at the villagers: "Laugh, laugh, laugh, what are you laughing at? Have you wiped your own butt clean? You still have the leisure to laugh at my family."

I kept cursing in my heart, why didn't she throw that old hag to death, she just cursed people all day long.

In the past, with Jiang in the front to take the blame, she was naturally happy to watch the show. But now that it was her turn, she was naturally unhappy all over. She wished that Old Lady Song would fall a few more times, and it would be best if she could die, so that she could vent her anger.

Thinking of the way Old Lady Song looked at her at the last time, she was a little scared again. That old woman was not a good person. She had many ways to torment people and was particularly vindictive. Just now, she was just pretending and didn't use any strength. She probably got some clues from that old woman. She couldn't let her do that. She rolled her eyes around for a few times, and then she came up with a plan and glanced at the door of the third room.

It seems that Jiang family has to be pushed out to take the blame this time!

Good people are often bullied. Some people like to take advantage of weak people. If one day you don't do what they want, they will think you are ungrateful and unreasonable.

But who says that good people should be bullied?

Having made up her mind, Xiao Chen sat down in front of Old Lady Song's window. The window was wide open and the wooden bed was next to it.

The people inside can hear the voices outside clearly.

Chen Cuihua slapped her thigh and howled at the top of her lungs: "My poor aunt, what kind of unclean thing must she have offended to deserve such a terrible punishment!" But in her heart she was cursing, why didn't she throw that old hag to death, she deserved it!

"Ever since Jiang came into the family, our Song family has never been at peace. The old man is gone, and now the third brother is gone too. Our Song family is getting worse day by day. Tell me, is Jiang a jinx?"

Some villagers nodded, some villagers showed a thoughtful expression, some villagers agreed, and some villagers shouted indifferently: "Your old man died many years after Jiang entered the family."

This has nothing to do with the Jiang family!

Little Chen glared at the villager who was talking and continued to howl: "My third son was a good hunter. He always came back with a full load when he went into the mountains. But that day, he had a quarrel with Jiang and never came out after entering the mountains. My poor third son, he must have stepped on the tail of the unlucky star and suffered a sudden misfortune!" Little Chen covered her eyes and sobbed a few times.

When Song Jixiang was settling Jiang and his younger brother in the house, he had already heard what Xiao Chen said. When he went out, he saw Xiao Chen crying hypocritically.

Little Chen had been staring at the door of the third room. When she saw Song Jixiang coming out, she seemed to have finally found the root of the matter. She jumped up and pointed at her and shouted, "And her, everyone knows what she was like before, like a gourd with a sawed mouth, unable to fart for a long time. Now, look at her, she can speak eloquently, as if she has become a different person. Don't you think it's strange? She might have been possessed by some dirty thing. Oh, it's scary to think about it!" The more Little Chen talked, the more she felt that this was the case. She had originally wanted to vent her anger, but she didn't expect that the more she said, the more she believed it. She looked at Song Jixiang with malice in her eyes and shrank back exaggeratedly.

Aunt Wang next door knew the Song family's affairs best. She couldn't bear to see Little Chen bullying the orphan and widow like this, so she raised her voice and said, "Second brother, don't you feel guilty for saying these things? When Liu Ya was young, she was so smart and clever. We all saw it. Your old man loved her like the apple of his eye. He brought her around to teach her. Her reading voice was so clear and pleasant that I could hear it clearly. Now that she has grown up, what's wrong with being eloquent?"

Then he looked at the villagers and said, "Think about it, isn't this true?"

Some villagers thought that Liu Ya was quite smart and sweet-spoken when she was young. She would call everyone "grandpa, auntie, uncle" and "auntie" whenever she met them. She only gradually changed after the old man of the Song family passed away. It is normal for her to change back to normal now.

Little Chen wanted to go up and slap Aunt Wang a few times. She was the one who loved to meddle in other people's business. She was everywhere. When she had the chance, she would definitely teach her a lesson.

After looking at the villagers, she added with a strange smile: "I, Chen Cuihua, will make this clear today. Jiang and her two little bastards are a bunch of jinxes. If you don't believe me, I can't do anything about it. When you get into trouble someday, you won't be able to regret it!"

When Old Lady Song heard what Xiao Chen said in the room, her resentment towards her finally lessened a lot. Seeing her bullying the people from the third room, she felt extremely happy.

Aren't Jiang and her two little bastards a bunch of unlucky people? They caused her to fall twice in a short period of time. From now on, let's see if these peasants dare to contact the third house. It's best for no one to pay attention to them and let them fend for themselves.

Song Jixiang sneered silently. She really underestimated this woman. She didn't expect that she would use the power of words to throw dirty water on them.

The villagers looked at each other, and couldn't help but take most of what Xiao Chen said into account. Thinking about it, there was some truth in it, and looking at Song Jixiang again, their eyes became complicated. Many people whispered, with less initial pity and sympathy, and more scrutiny and taboo.

Seeing the villagers' reactions, Song Jixiang said to himself, "Oh no!", knowing that Xiao Chen's words had worked.

The villagers have always believed in ghosts and gods. After hearing Xiao Chen's nonsense, although they did not believe it completely, it left a mark in their minds. Maybe they will avoid the third family in the future to avoid being contaminated by anything.

After all, as the old saying goes, it is better to believe it than not to believe it!

If such talk is allowed to spread, Jiang and her two young children will probably have a hard time making a living in the village. They will be ostracized by the entire village and may even be instigated by someone with ulterior motives to drive them out of the village.

What a vicious woman, what a vicious heart!

With his eloquent tongue, every word he says is as sharp as a knife, and it is no exaggeration to say that it can kill people and break their hearts.

The evil of Old Mrs. Song is only on the surface, while the evil of Mrs. Chen is deep in her bones.