The moon falling to the ground

This is a man who shares happiness but not adversity. He has not even served me for a year or two, but he already feels disgusted with me.

Jian Yue looked as if she had suddenly realized something: "No wonder you forced me to clean up after Dad. It turns out that Dad peed in his pants. Didn't Mom say that Dad was unconscious? How come he peed in his pants again?"

Qian didn't reply to her words, but gritted her teeth and said, "Jian Zhaodi, someone from the city will come in a few days. Miss Xinning, who used to live in our house, will take us to the city to enjoy a good life. If you continue to be so naughty and disobedient, I will not take you with me. I will leave you alone in the countryside and let you live a hard life eating wild vegetables for the rest of your life."

The capital city!

Many country people have never even been to a county town, let alone know what the provincial capital looks like.

She thought Jian Yue would be very eager to leave this remote and poor place, but she didn't expect that what she got was a long "Oh" from Jian Yue. Then she said indifferently: "If you don't want to take me, then don't take me! Anyway, I don't know what's good about the capital city, so it doesn't matter whether I go there or not."

"Ah? You... deserve to be poor forever!" Qian cursed angrily. She didn't expect that there are still people who don't like Fucheng.

How wonderful the capital city is! It is prosperous and wealthy, with many high-ranking officials and rich people, and many opportunities. In the future, her Huai'an will take the imperial examination. In the capital city, Xiaohe will also have the opportunity to become an official's wife. In the future, the Jian family will also be able to enter the upper class and become the upper class. She will have endless wealth and glory for her whole life.

"Mom, mom, what about Dad?" Jian Xiaohe's anxious voice brought Qian's scattered thoughts back to reality.

Qian suddenly became very irritable.

Jian Zhaodi refused to clean up the filth, and asked her and her little girl to do it, which would cost her half her life.

"Jian Zhaodi, as long as you clean up for your father, I can buy you a new set of clothes." Qian had no choice but to beg Jian Yue humbly. The head of the family can't lie in a pile of shit and urine forever.

Jian Yue's tone was very firm: "No! However, if you think Daddy is dirty and don't want to wash him, you can carry him to the yard, take off his clothes, and wash him with water."

The method has been offered, it depends on whether Qian is willing to use it. If Qian really uses her method, Jian Dacheng will know about it in the future and will definitely hate her and have a grudge against her.

Qian's eyes lit up.

This suggestion is a good idea. The key is that she can't think of a better way than this.

"Go and help me carry your father out." Saying the word "help" was the biggest concession Qian made. But Jian Yue ignored her words and turned to walk into the house: "I'm not in good health and have no strength. Without good medicine, I have to sleep more."

Qian was so angry that her teeth were almost broken.

What on earth is this? I don't understand.

Not long after Jian Yue lay down, she heard Jian Xiaohe crying and pulling at her, as well as the sound of water splashing in the yard, accompanied by the sound of vomiting. She couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

Qian, just wait! Your good days are yet to come.

Jian Dacheng is not a broad-minded person. Although he is shrewd, he is stingy and haggard.

She will let Jian Dacheng's diarrhea continue until someone from the city arrives. I hope Qian won't be too disgusted, haha!

The sound of splashing water accompanied Jane Yue to sleep.

At some point, Jian Yue, who was sleeping, suddenly heard Qian's hysterical scream: "Jian Zhaodi, you are not the only one who can burn down the house. I can do it too. Tonight I will turn you into ashes."

Jian Yue felt the hot breath coming in through the crack in the door.

She rubbed her eyes, opened the window a crack and looked out.

At the door, Qian also learned from her and lit a fire.

Want to burn her to death?

Jian Yue bet that she wouldn't dare.

She was watching Qian's performance by the window.

Qian worked for most of the night, enduring the nausea to clean Jian Dacheng. In order to avoid suspicion for her daughter, she only asked Jian Xiaohe to help her carry the body, and she did the whole cleaning herself.

After cleaning up Jian Dacheng and putting him on the bed, Qian also cleaned the main room. She was exhausted. Thinking of Jian Zhaodi sleeping comfortably in the room, Qian felt more and more unwilling.

In the past, that little bitch did all the housework at home. Now she wants to quit. Have you asked her for consent?

She wants to have a good sleep, what a wish!

If she isn't scared to the point of kneeling down and begging for mercy tonight, she won't be named Qian.

Qian was so hot that she felt like she had just been washed. Her sweatshirt stuck to her body, making her feel sticky and uncomfortable. She pinched her waist and continued to roar like a mad dog. However, she didn't dare to be too loud for fear of being heard by the neighbors.

"Jian Zhaodi, do you think I'm afraid of you just because you're throwing everything at me? I've raised you for more than ten years, and no one knows you better than me. I can give birth to you and raise you, but I can also crush you to death at any time. No matter how you jump around, you'll never escape from my palm in this life..."

Qian spoke frantically until her throat was smoking. Her tired and hoarse voice echoed in the silent night.

Jian Yue hid behind the window and thought it was just a mad dog barking in the middle of the night.

The firelight at the doorway dimmed, and Qian grabbed a handful of firewood from the kitchen and put it on the fire. The fire started burning again, but there was no sound in the house.

Qian was so angry that she was like a toad, panting heavily. For a moment, she really wanted to burn Jian Zhaodi to death. If she died, the sword hanging over the Jian family's head would be gone.

She hid in the house without saying a word. Was she really not afraid of death? Or was she sure that he would not dare to burn her to death?

Xin Ning wrote to him, repeatedly urging him to bring her to the capital city in good condition. Otherwise, if he angered the noble, the Jian family would be in trouble.

Qian's crazy mind suddenly calmed down. Compared to letting the little bitch die, the wealth of the Jian family is more important.

But if I just let her go like this, wouldn't I become a joke after making such a scene?

Qian was in a dilemma and felt extremely anxious.

Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of me, and the fire at the door burned brighter and brighter.

Qian looked carefully and was shocked to find that the threshold was actually on fire.

She was so scared that her hair stood on end, and she ran to the kitchen in a hurry. But when she got there, she remembered that the water in the water tank had been used up by the head of the household when he was washing the dishes.

Qian was so anxious that she was sweating. She wandered around the yard like a headless fly and found a shovel standing at the foot of the wall. She ran over and grabbed the shovel, digging the soil to put out the fire.

Jian Yue, who was hiding behind the window, was also startled. She was ready to jump out of the window, but when she saw Qian picking up the shovel, she decided to wait a little longer.

Qian was digging in the yard desperately, not daring to stop for a moment. She didn't stop until she put out the fire.

She was so tired that her limbs ached. She threw away the shovel and lay on the ground with her arms and legs spread out, feeling extremely depressed.

A cool night breeze blew by, and Qian's feverish mind gradually calmed down. She suddenly thought of a question...