The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue smiled: "Yes! There is no meat on the chicken head, chicken feet and chicken bones, so we boil them into soup. Do you want to drink it? Half a tael of silver per bowl."

Jian Xiaohe picked up the noodles and chicken and left angrily. She ate at the stone table under the tree.

Jian Yue was eating in the kitchen.

The chicken soup with ginseng root and ganoderma was very delicious. Jian Yue left half a bowl of noodles in the chicken soup and ate until she was full.

She cleaned up the dishes, digested the food, and took a shower. Until Jian Yue lay down on the bed to sleep, Jian Dacheng and his wife had not returned yet.

Even though Qian told Jian Xiaohe that she would not be back today before she left, Jian Xiaohe still felt uneasy and tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

On the other hand, Jian Yue didn’t care whether Jian Dacheng and his wife came back or not, she would rather they died outside.

The next morning, Jian Yue got up early as usual, ate, took medicine, and went to the mountain.

When Jian Yue went to Yang's house, only Aunt Yang was at home. Everyone else had gone to the town to sell lotus roots. If she hadn't been waiting for Jian Yue to boil medicine, Aunt Yang would have gone with her. Because today she wanted to buy cloth for Jian Yue to make a bag.

Jian Yue secretly put a piece of ginseng in the medicine she boiled today. After drinking the medicine for two days in a row, she felt much better than when she first came here.

sunset.

Jian Yue walked into Doctor Ma's yard carrying a backpack.

Doctor Ma took out five taels of silver and a string of copper coins and said, "I sold you all the herbs you picked before. Here are five taels and a string of copper coins."

Jian Yue didn't expect that the herbs were so valuable. This was a pleasant surprise. She didn't take it, but said, "Grandpa Ma, I might leave here in two days. Can you help me buy a dagger?"

Doctor Ma was startled, but he didn't ask her where she was going. He nodded and said, "Okay."

"If there's any money left, leave it with Grandpa Ma. I'll come get it before I leave."

"it is good."

Jian Dacheng and his wife came back, and so did Jian Huaian, who was studying at the academy in the town.

The doctors in the county town were also unable to cure Jian Dacheng's diarrhea, which made Jian Dacheng panic. He and Qian went to find the brothel owner who sold the medicine, but the brothel owner insisted that her drug was fine and would not cause diarrhea. This kind of thing could not be brought up in public, so Jian Dacheng could only swallow his loss.

When Jian Yue entered the yard, she saw Jian Dacheng and his wife sitting under a tree, their faces more long and tense than each other.

Jian Xiaohe was sitting at the stone table eating cakes. She had finished the cakes that Qian had left for her yesterday. She had been hungry all day and drank a bellyful of cold water. Her face was wrinkled like a flower that had lost its moisture.

Jian Huaian happened to come out of the house, and when he saw Jian Yue, he just glanced at her indifferently.

Jian Huaian's eyes resemble Jian Dacheng's, and the rest of his body resembles Qian's. He has a fair complexion, no edges or corners on his face, and a gentle and elegant scholar's temperament.

In the original owner's memory, Jian Huaian had always been indifferent to her, and he always looked at her with disdain and disgust.

After the original owner was reborn, she wanted to change her fate of being killed by domestic violence, and she refused to marry General Niu. It was Jian Huaian who gave Yan Xinning the idea to sell the original owner to Yan Xinning, so that Yan Xinning would have complete control over her life and death. The indenture was written by Jian Huaian himself.

A cold light flashed in Jian Yue's eyes.

Jian Huaian, I will let you deeply experience the feeling of being trampled in the mud.

Jian Huaian walked to the stone table and sat down, comforting Jian Dacheng: "Dad, don't worry. We will go to the city soon. There must be a famous doctor in the city. Let Xinning invite a famous doctor to treat you."

Jian Dacheng thought so too. The problem was that he had diarrhea all day long, which was unbearable not only for people but also for his chrysanthemum!

Jian Dacheng was very anxious and in a bad mood.

This time he went to the county town to see a doctor, but his illness was not cured and he spent a lot of money. If it weren't for the money Xin Ning sent him, he wouldn't even be able to enter the county town clinic.

After two days of tossing and turning, Jian Dacheng's face turned pale and he became even weaker. He now hoped that people from the prefecture city would arrive soon.

Qian followed and served for two days. It was inconvenient outside, which made her very tired. When she came back, she had to boil water herself. Qian also complained about her little daughter whom she always doted on. She was so old, but she couldn't even boil water.

No! Without boiled water, what did she drink?

"Xiao He, didn't you drink any water today?"

"Drink it. It's so hot. If you don't drink it, you'll die of thirst." Jian Xiaohe was also full of resentment. With her parents not at home, she became a poor little girl with no one to care for her. She almost died of thirst and starvation.

"What kind of water do you drink?"

"Cold water from the well."

Qian's face immediately drooped: "How many times have I told you that girls can't drink raw water."

Jian Xiaohe threw the cakes onto the stone table and said angrily, "Is it what I want to drink? There is no boiled water at home, and I will die of thirst if I don't drink it. Why don't you tell Jian Zhaodi? She doesn't even boil water for me, and she only cooks her own meals, leaving nothing for me."

Jian Yue put down the backpack and was scooping water to wash her face. Hearing this, she raised her head and said to her bluntly: "Do you have no hands or feet? Can't you do it yourself? Or are you a useless person who can only eat but not work? You can't live without others."

"Jian Zhaodi!"

"Jian Zhaodi!"

Jian Huaian and Qian roared at the same time.

"Shut up! I'm still young, I'll learn it when I grow up." Jian Xiaohe jumped up and down.

Jian Yue sneered: "I was already making fire in the kitchen when I was four years old. I was standing on a small stool to cook for the whole family when I was six. I was washing clothes for the whole family when I was seven, cutting grass for pigs, feeding chickens and pigs, and I started carrying water when I was ten. Now that I count, I realize there are so many wastes in the family that I need to take care of."

"Jian Zhaodi!"

Jian Huaian stood up and strode towards Jian Yue. He always maintained the image of a gentleman, but Jian Zhaodi's words were too sharp, and it felt like thorns all over his body.

Jian Yue rushed into the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife and came out: "Come on! Come on! Kill one to take the blame, kill two to make no loss, kill three to make a huge profit."

Here we go again, here we go again!

Qian had a splitting headache.

Jian Zhaodi, who has turned into a copper pea, not only loves to bring up old grudges, but is also extremely violent and would kill anyone at any time.

Jian Dacheng didn't even have the energy to get angry, so he just gave up. Whatever happens, the sky won't fall anyway.

Jian Huaian stopped abruptly.

This tough Jian Zhaodi was unfamiliar to him, and he felt creepy. This was not the Jian Zhaodi he was familiar with.

"You are not Jian Zhaodi, who are you?" He asked the same question as Qian.

Qian immediately felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the familiar answer came again. Jian Yue looked surprised: "Am I not Jian Zhaodi? Then who am I? Was I stolen by your parents or picked up? Or you can tell me?"

Jian Huaian was stunned.

This is a tricky question. He knows the answer, but he can't answer it.

When his mother told him that the fearless Jian Zhaodi was difficult to deal with, he still didn't believe it. How could a useless little girl turn the tables?

Now it seems that she is more than difficult to deal with...