Cultivation through the farm gate

Because Li Mei is a widow, she has to face many things, but she has cultivated her aggressive temperament.

Hearing Mrs. Zhao scolding her daughter, she went up and started beating her. While beating, she cursed: "You old hag, spew shit out of your mouth and see if I don't tear your stinky mouth off."

"Ah...you bitch, your daughter is just like you, a bitch from Kefu." Mrs. Zhao didn't expect her to do it without saying a word, she was caught off guard, and was slapped twice by Li Mei, and then she was not to be outdone Hit Li Mei back.

Just when everyone didn't know why the two started fighting, someone standing behind shouted, "The village chief is here."

The surrounding villagers gave way one after another.

As soon as the village chief Li Zheng stepped into the crowd, he yelled, "What are you all doing here? You're all full and have nothing to do, right? Hurry up and leave."

Regarding the majestic words of the village chief, the villagers all looked back as they walked.

"It's not proper to pull them away quickly." Li Zhenggang looked at the two wrestling together, and hurriedly asked them to separate them.

The two fought and scolded fiercely, especially Mrs. Zhao. When she saw someone coming to fight, it didn't matter who was right to beat her up. Li Mei saw clearly who did it. The woman who went up to grab Mrs. Zhao was arrested by her for no reason. With the back of his hand, bloodshot eyes appeared in an instant.

The woman was in pain from being scratched, so she stopped being polite and went up to pull Mrs. Zhao forcefully, not forgetting to pinch her several times in secret.

It was hard to separate the two, but their mouths were not blocked, and they were still swearing at each other.

"Shut up." Li Zhenggang roared unbearably.

The village chief got angry, and the two stopped.

Li Zhenggang glared at the two of them, then turned to Murong Hao and said, "Xiao Hao, come here and tell me what happened."

When Murong Hao was called, he walked up to him and bowed to him, saying: "Grandpa the village chief, the thing is like this, my little sister and I went to Hushan to dig wild vegetables today, and finally brought back a pheasant. I wanted to do it for you." My younger siblings made up for it, but before I could eat it, my grandma brought my third aunt over and insisted that we stole her chicken, and then I showed them the chicken feathers, and Li Hunter in the village said it was pheasant feathers , but my grandma still wants to take the chicken soup along with the pot, Grandpa the village chief, this chicken soup is the only dinner for me and my younger brothers and sisters."

The meaning is clear, but if the chicken soup is taken away, they will only be hungry all night.

"Yao Shi, why don't you return the chicken soup to them?" Li Zhenggang looked at Yao Shi with a straight face after hearing this.

Seeing the village chief's expression of calm and prestige, Yao's hands trembled in fright, and he almost threw the pot away.

Fortunately, Murong Yue had quick eyes and quick hands, and when she was in a daze, she went up and snatched the pot.

"Damn girl, give me the chicken soup." Seeing that the chicken soup fell into Murong Yue's hands, Mrs. Zhao was so angry that she wanted to grab it.

"Mr. Zhao, I don't care how you usually treat the three brothers and sisters, but today I'm here, so don't try to be presumptuous." It's not that Li Zhenggang doesn't know how Zhao usually treats Murong Hao and the others, but that this is someone else's business. It is said that it is difficult for an upright official to decide on family affairs, not to mention that everyone in Qingquan Village is surnamed Li, only Murongfu's family has a foreign surname, and he is an outsider.

If Murong Yue hadn't sent someone to invite him today, saying that there was a fight here, he would have a reason to take care of this matter.

"Village chief, this is my Murong family's business. Why do you care so much about it? Besides, what's wrong with the younger generation respecting my mother-in-law? If you don't respect me, I'll go to the yamen and sue them for being unfilial."

After hearing her words, Murong Yue really wanted to go up and slap her twice.

And the damned antiquity, the damned law.

Murong Yue clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and breathed again.

Murong Hao was also very angry, but he couldn't help it. For so long, the Zhao family has used the word filial piety to suppress them, and she has been pinched to death every time.

Li Zhenggang had nothing to say when she said that. There is indeed such a rule in the law that those who are unfilial will be arrested and sent to hard labor for three years.

Seeing that they stopped talking, Mrs. Zhao lifted her chin proudly.

He glanced at Murong Yue proudly, and reached out to carry the pot.

Murong Yue turned sideways and put the pot in Murong Hao's hand.

"You..." Mrs. Zhao thought she could get it, but Murong Yue hid, and suddenly became a little angry.

But Li Mei looked angrily at the proud Zhao Shi and said, "A grandma like you deserves to be filial to Xiaohao and the others? Even if you are arrested, you should be arrested, such a disrespectful old man."

"Li Mei, you bastard, who are you saying is too old to die? I think your old mother should die early and be reborn early." Zhao said angrily.

Li Mei, on the other hand, is not a vegetarian, and immediately scolded back: "My mother doesn't abuse her own grandchildren like you, and someone like you should go to hell and ask your second child to apologize."

"You..."

"That's enough, what's the noise? Li Mei hastened to go back and take care of your mother." Mrs. Zhao wanted to curse again, but the village head interrupted her loudly and told Li Mei to leave quickly, so as not to cause further disturbance.

Seeing Mrs. Zhao shut up, Li Mei nodded obediently and said, "Okay, I'll go back now."

But he still looked worriedly at Murong Yue and his three brothers and sisters.

And Murong Yue looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile.