Crossing the Extreme Rampage

Zhao Mei's smile faded a little, and she said confidently, "Zhengyi, this can't be given to your elder brother. Tang Yuanming is dead, but his parents are still there, so the money is for the elders. Besides, on today's big night, you take After paying so many gifts, you don’t need them, you should give them to your parents, you know?”

This Zhao Mei really knows how to tell nonsense with her eyes open. When the villagers come to eat dinner, they just have some green vegetables, a piece of cloth, a few eggs, and one or two copper coins. How can there be a lot of courtesy?

Xu Zhengyi took a step back with a firm attitude, "Er Niang, you should go home quickly, I really can't give you this money."

Zhao Mei's smile faded, and her patience was about to run out, "I said that the money is not for me, but for my parents. If you don't give it, it means that you don't respect the elders, it's unfilial, and if it spreads, people will poke your spine Yes, do you understand?" As he spoke, he spread his hands, and his attitude was very firm, he must give today, and it would be unfilial if he didn't give.

Xu Zhengyi was a little at a loss, and shook his head, "Er Niang, don't ask for it anymore, okay?"

"No, you have to give it to me today. I've already said it so nicely. Don't be ignorant." This time, Zhao Mei lost her patience a little, and she made up her posture and planned to grab it.

At this time, Xu Zhengyu, the third younger brother of the man and wife beside him, ran over, grabbed Zhao Mei's sleeves with two small hands, and stopped him, "Er Niang, you can't snatch it, it's ours." My second brother.

Xu Zhengyu was only three years old, and was a posthumous child. When he was born a month away, his father died of a sudden illness, and his mother suffered a hemorrhage when giving birth to him, and died too. She was born without parents.

Fortunately, there is a good big brother, otherwise he would have died.

"Come on, you moron." Zhao Mei frowned tightly, and waved her arms to let Xu Zhengyu let go of her sleeves, but Xu Zhengyu lost her grip, her small body tilted, and her head hit the leg of the table. Knocked hurt, immediately covered his eyes and cried.

Xu Zhengfeng was kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper money for Tang Yuanming one by one with red eyes. His whole body was immersed in grief, when he suddenly heard his brother crying loudly, he ran away suddenly. This was Tang Yuanming's last time at home. It was too late, and he was not allowed to rest in peace.

Looking left and right, he picked up the broom beside him and walked over to greet Zhao Mei fiercely, beating her to the ground, begging for mercy to no avail.

Xu Zhengyi pulled Xu Zhengyu and stood in the corner. The little guy was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry. He hid behind Xu Zhengyi's legs, and after hiding for a while, he stuck out his head to look. His big eyes were still wet, and he looked cute. .

Xu Zhengfeng had cleaned up enough people, grabbed Zhao Mei by the back of the neck like a chicken, carried her out and threw her at the gate of the yard, drew a line on the gate of the yard with the end of a broom, and said viciously, "In the future, if you dare Cross this line, and I'll hit you every time I see you." After speaking, it didn't matter whether Zhao Mei listened to it or not, she went into the house.

Xu Zhengyu ran towards Xu Zhengfeng and hugged his leg, "Brother."

Xu Zhengfeng squatted down and carefully looked at the little guy's forehead. There was a bruised bump, and his heart ached. "Zhengyu, does the forehead still hurt?"

The little guy waved his two little arms, "Brother, no...it doesn't hurt."

"Hey, come here and kneel down for brother Ming, you won't see him after tomorrow." Xu Zhengfeng's face was very dark, his voice choked up, he was reluctant to part with Tang Yuanming.

The little guy walked up to the futon and knelt down, then raised his face to look at him with a confused expression, "Well, be good."