There is happiness in the pastoral: the abandoned peasant woman wants to stand up

pain……

It hurts again!

The back of my neck is burning with pain...

When Fu Liu opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window was already bright.

The sun shines on the room along the dilapidated window lattices, not only illuminating the thick and black iron tongs, but also clearly illuminating the ankles that are almost as thick as the iron tongs.

The owner of this body is so fat? ! !

Fu Liu felt that even his head started to hurt.

"You bastard!"

Sharp and dirty curses exploded in his ears like an explosion, making Fu Liu's ears ache.

Sitting on a low stool, Mrs. Ji scolded without raising her head and eyes while sewing her patched clothes: "You don't go out and ask, which new daughter-in-law won't be popular? Look at the fat two Fat man, to do such a shameless thing! Our old Ji family has suffered a lot of bad luck for eight lifetimes, why did we marry you in?!"

The more Ji Shiben cursed, the more angry he became. Seeing Fu Liu opened his eyes, he couldn't sit still. He jumped up, pinned the embroidery needle to his clothes, raised the whip that he had prepared long ago, and raised his hand Will smoke.

"Just you, a scumbag who has been played with by men, and your mother is still licking her face and telling my family to want a pig? Today I will beat you into a pig, and let you be a cow and a horse in my family for the rest of your life!!"

"Snapped--!"

Fuliu, who hadn't reacted at all, suffered such an abrupt blow, and was immediately slapped red-eyed. It's sad enough to travel to this place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't shit. Why should I be beaten by an old woman right now? Beat and scold?

Seeing that Fuliu didn't speak, Mrs. Ji thought it was her fault, and once again clenched the whip in her hand, but this time before she raised the whip, she saw Fuliu, a fierce tiger and a sheep, rushing towards her. come over.

The thin and small Mrs. Ji was immediately crushed to the ground by Fuliu Taishan, and she almost lost her breath.

"You bastard's little hoof turned against you?" Ji, who breathed a sigh of relief, desperately pushed the willow on his body, "You are as fat as a pig, are you going to crush me to death? Don't get up for me!"

Fu Liu got up amidst Ji's cursing, but she didn't stand up, instead she rode on Ji's body with her legs spread apart. Seeing Ji's sour face, she raised her left hand and Slap, "Slap—!"

Ji was stunned by the beating: "You, you dare to hit me?"

Fu Liu didn't speak, raised his right hand and gave another slap: "Slap!"

"You shameless bum..."

"Snapped--!"

"There is a broom star who was born by a mother but not raised by a father..."

"Snapped--!"

When Mrs. Ji cursed, Fu Liu slapped her across the face. Mrs. Ji felt pain, anger and fear.

Although this dead girl is delicious and lazy, she is a solid persimmon, otherwise she would not have been carried back from the county town.

But, but how long did it take, why, why did it harden into a rock?

She could tell that this little bitch was going to beat her to death! !

"Oh, my dear mother! It's been a while since my daughter-in-law dared to climb into the house, who kindly came to save my old bone! My daughter-in-law is going to beat me to death—!"

Ji Wu, who had just returned from the county yamen, heard his mother crying as soon as he entered the yard, and ran all the way to the wing room, and saw Fu Liu with disheveled hair riding on his mother like a ghost.

"What are you doing!" Ji Wu kicked Fu Liu to the ground.

Ji was dizzy from the beating, but she was freed, and rushed out of the wing, as if she had run into a ghost in broad daylight.

"I'll settle the score with you, crazy woman later!" Ji Wu glared at Fu Liu, then turned around and ran out of the woodshed to chase Mrs. Ji.

Fu Liu leaned against the woodshed, silently raised the corners of her lips, this account really needs to be settled!