Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

The night dew is darker, the moon is high in the sky, and the night wind, which has not yet entered summer, is still slightly cool, blowing away half of the withered flowers on the tree.

The night watchman knocked the gong four times and sounded the hook gong twice, "It's the fourth watch~."

The sound was long and distant, causing dogs to bark in the dark night.

In Yongzhou City, at the junction of the north and the south, where good and bad people mix, there is a group of low and dilapidated houses hidden in the darkness.

In a two-story house that was still lit up by a tiny glow, a fight was still going on day and night.

Lin Xiaoyue and the two scouts advanced in the dark. Before they reached the Lin family's old house where everyone lived, they could hear the old lady Lin's full-throated voice shouting all kinds of dirty words from a long distance away in the yard.

Occasionally, there would be one or two noises, and nearby residents who couldn't stand the noise would shout loudly, asking Old Lady Lin and the others to be quiet, and if they wanted to teach them a lesson, they could just wait until the next morning. Don't do it so late at night, and don't bother your neighbors by not sleeping.

So wicked.

If it were a normal person or someone with a thin skin, he would immediately restrain himself after being scolded by his neighbor.

But who is Old Lady Lin? She has been a ruthless bully who has been running rampant in the area of ​​Linjia Village for decades. No one dares to provoke her.

If someone rich and powerful yelled at Old Madam Lin and told her to shut up, there was a high probability that Old Madam Lin would still listen.

But who are the people living in this north-south area?

That was after the Lin family's youngest daughter married into a powerful family. Old Mrs. Lin, who felt that her net worth had increased a hundredfold in an instant, completely looked down upon the most lowly and inferior people.

So, Mrs. Lin, who was already as irritable as a volcano, suddenly went crazy and launched indiscriminate attacks after her neighbors could no longer bear it and shouted at her to stop.

The neighbors were generally very angry at the arrogant and unreasonable old lady Lin. After swearing back a few times, they probably realized that there was a huge gap in the level of swearing between the two sides, so they fell silent again.

Lin Xiaoyue winked at the two scouts beside her, and they each found a hidden corner. Their nimble figures passed by like a gust of wind, climbed over the eaves, and lay on the roof, looking down at the smoky and foul smell in the yard.

Lin Xiaoyue had just chosen a place to lie down when the scene in the yard below rushed into her eyes, stinging her eyes.

Old Madam Lin was seen cursing loudly, her words were vulgar and unpleasant to the ear. At the same time, she was holding a thick and long fire stick in her hand and was beating the man who was curled up on the ground.

The man resigned himself to the fact that he endured blow after blow to his back, face, and legs. He didn't beg for mercy, nor did he whine.

The man was already covered in wounds and blood. At this moment, he screamed again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed on the ground, barely breathing, without moving.

"Mother, mother, I beg you, please stop beating my third brother. If you continue beating him like this, he will be beaten to death."

Seeing this, Qing Liu panicked and ran over to kneel beside Old Lady Lin, hugged her thighs and cried loudly, and even wanted to snatch the fire stick from Old Lady Lin's hand. But after all, she had been working in the brothel for many years to receive more customers, and she was kept delicate and weak by the housekeeper, so she had no strength in her hands.

In addition, since I came to this shabby yard, I have been hungry and full, and I have to serve this family, and I have to be responsible for all the cleaning and chores. Except for sleeping, I have almost no spare time.

After being tormented for several days, she was no match for the well-fed old lady Lin in terms of strength. She endured more than a dozen hits. The pain made her tears burst out. She didn't even have the strength to raise her hands, let alone the energy to fight with old lady Lin. She could only beg for mercy and plead with old lady Lin to stop hitting her.

But now Old Lady Lin even blamed her, saying that Qingliu came from a brothel and couldn't even win the heart of a country boy. It was a waste of her spending a full eighty-eight taels of silver to redeem Qingliu.

At least if this money falls into the water, it will make a sound, but when it is spent in the hands of this useless bitch, there will be nothing left.

It's really painful.

When she thought about having to give up the silver she had put into her pocket, Mrs. Lin even hated Qingliu. She hit Qingliu again and again with the fire poker. When she heard her cries for mercy, she not only did not stop, but became more excited and hit even harder.

Before he knew it, Qingliu was covered in wounds, with several obvious red marks on his cheeks and big panda eyes.

Finally, she collapsed to the ground like Lin Lao San, groaning in pain.

For a moment, the yard was filled with the sound of sticks hitting flesh and Qingliu's shrill cries of pain.

Under the eaves of the nearby house, the people from the eldest uncle's and the second uncle's families stood by with their arms folded, as if they were watching a play, and watched the tragic situation in the yard with indifference.

Not only did the people from the two rooms not show the slightest bit of pity on their faces, but they were whispering to each other, pointing fingers at Yimu in the yard, criticizing him, and even laughing from time to time.

The harsh, sarcastic sound seemed particularly ferocious in the chaotic courtyard.

Lin Xiaoyue's heart suddenly tightened, and a feeling of anger and sadness intertwined in her heart.

There was no other reason, it was because the man who fell to the ground, spitting blood and dying, was none other than the original owner's father, Lin Lao San, whom she had protected for nearly a year and whose whereabouts had been unknown since he divorced Miao a few days ago.

"This bastard deserves to be beaten to death. I would rather have never given birth to this son. He is unlucky and can only cause trouble. "

Old Mrs. Lin's eyes were fierce and violent. She cursed angrily, but she didn't dare to really cause a death. She spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, swung the stick, and ignored Old Man Lin who was beaten behind her and was bleeding and couldn't even get up. She turned around and went back to her room.

"Third brother, third brother, how are you? Are you okay?"

Qingliu was covered in wounds, with a dark light flashing in her eyes, as she looked at Lin Laosan, who was lying on the ground, beaten to a pulp, soaked in blood and sweat, with his eyes closed, his whole body still trembling. She pulled the corner of her mouth and called out to Lin Laosan a few more times, but there was still no response.

The two scouts hiding in the darkness were extremely shocked. If they had not investigated before and knew that the family lived in this yard, they would have almost mistaken them for mortal enemies with a deep hatred.

Lin Xiaoyue's eyes turned red with anger. Her gaze fell on the people from the first and second rooms who were gloating over Lin Lao San's misfortune. They were cold and heartless, mocking Lin Lao San's miserable state.

It was as if they were not blood brothers.

The arrogant and haughty look on their faces showed that these two families had no kinship with Lin Lao San. They repeatedly came to their house, either for money or for fame; either they were plotting something or they were on their way to plotting something.