The moon falling to the ground

This is what Jian Xiaohe said when she was four years old, when she first forced the original owner to get out of bed and sleep on the floor. She may not remember it, but the original owner still remembers it.

Jian Xiaohe felt embarrassed, angry, and wronged. She really didn't remember what she said when she was a child. She said aggrievedly: "I don't even think you stink."

Jian Yue sneered: "Don't you dislike it? You already disliked it when you were four years old."

Jian Xiaohe was at a loss for a moment. She really didn't remember it. Besides, the things that happened in her childhood were all in the past, so why was she still brooding over it and holding on to it?

Jian Yue: Because I hold a grudge! Because I have a good memory, there is nothing I can do about it.

Before Jian Yue could say anything, Jian Xiaohe got out of bed, holding her stomach, and rushed out of the room.

When she came back, Jian Yue was already lying on the bed with a willow branch beside her pillow.

Jian Xiaohe wanted to step forward, but she didn't dare. She was so angry that she didn't know what to do.

Dad's diarrhea couldn't be cured, and he was in a bad mood. She didn't dare to go and get into trouble. Mom was also very impatient these past two days, and she disliked her for being useless. Suddenly, Jian Xiaohe felt that she was redundant. She was no longer the pampered girl that her parents loved and her eldest brother cared for.

Her legs and feet were so weak from stretching that she wanted to sit down on the bed to rest. Before her buttocks touched the bed, Jian Yue shouted coldly: "Get out of the way!"

Jian Xiaohe's tears fell down in an instant.

She couldn't beat Jian Zhaodi, so she had to settle for the next best thing and thought: since Jian Zhaodi could sleep on the floor, it would be okay for her to sleep there for one night.

She walked to the mat. It was dark in the room, and she couldn't tell if it was dirty. It was hot now, so there was no need to cover herself with a blanket. Jian Xiaohe sat down on the mat carefully, and it felt like she was sitting on firewood and straw, very uncomfortable.

I don't know what Jian Zhaodi ordered in the room, but there was a pleasant smell and no mosquitoes or insects. Jian Xiaohe sat there blankly for a while, ran to the toilet again, and then lay down weakly on the floor.

Jian Yuetian got up at dawn to wash clothes by the river. When she came back and hung the clothes on the wall, the Jian family had not yet gotten up. She didn't know if the Jian family had taken a bath last night, but there was no water in the tub anyway.

She came back from fetching water to cook, opened the cupboard and scooped out a bowl of flour. Then, she smelled the flour.

Today's white flour does not have whitening agents, so it is not as white as later generations. If it is mixed with some medicine powder or something, it is difficult to distinguish.

Jian Yue smiled.

Still not giving up? It means you haven't been tortured enough. No need to guess, it must be Jian Huaian's idea.

This man pretends to be a gentleman, but in fact, his heart is even darker than Jian Dacheng's.

Jian Yue took the backpack into the kitchen and found a few herbs from the wild vegetables inside. She washed the herbs and put them into a garlic mortar to make juice. Then she squeezed the juice out with a cloth and put it into the flour. She made chopped green onion pancakes again. Because there was oil, it wouldn't be too dry after a day.

Qian hid the eggs in her room. Jian Yue boiled some water and put a few pieces of Ganoderma lucidum in a bamboo tube to drink.

Put on the backpack, grab the machete, and set off.

After Jian Yue left, Qian came out of the room and went into the kitchen to check. There was still some water left in the bucket, but Qian didn't dare to use it and poured it into the yard. She checked the kitchen and found nothing unusual, so she started cooking.

After breakfast, the villagers went to the fields to weed while it was still cool. At this time, when the weeds were growing in the fields, the villagers carried their hoes and backpacks and headed out of the village.

Qian rushed into Doctor Ma's house in a hurry.

Today was the last day of digging herbs, so Jian Yue decided not to go into the mountains. Although the conditions were limited, she had to make some preparations as much as possible.

Today, there were two baskets of herbs. As soon as Jian Yue put down the basket, Doctor Ma couldn't wait to gossip: "Zhao Di, don't you think it's strange? Your eldest brother also had diarrhea this morning, and his symptoms were exactly the same as your father's. I don't know if he ate something he shouldn't have eaten, or if he offended someone."

Doctor Ma threatened last night that he would not treat the Jian family. But Qian kept asking him to do something, and finally she knelt in the yard and refused to leave, so Doctor Ma had to go there. And then... he couldn't treat her.

Jian Yue's reaction was normal: "They often eat good food behind my back, so it's not surprising that they get sick. Just like Jian Xiaohe, didn't she get diarrhea because she ate too many greasy pastries?"

When Dr. Ma thought about it, it made sense, and his impression of Jian Dacheng and his wife dropped a lot.

"Grandpa Ma, I won't be going into the mountains tomorrow. Can I make something for you?"

"Okay. I've bought the dagger. I'll take it out for you to see." Doctor Ma took it out of the house.

The dagger was small and a little slender. And it was very sharp. Jian Yue was very satisfied: "Thank you, Grandpa Ma, I like it very much." She gave it to Doctor Ma again.

The backpack that Aunt Yang made for her was also finished, and Jian Yue was very satisfied.

A faint stench permeated the Jian family yard. Jian Dacheng could no longer run, so he lay on the bed and used a urinal when he wanted to defecate.

The toilet in the backyard became Jian Huaian's exclusive use.

Jian Huaian had always been raised by Jian Dacheng and his wife as a son of a wealthy family, and had never been through such a torment. In just one day, he was like a vegetable that had been left out for a few days, so wilted that he couldn't even lift his head.

When Qian saw Jian Yue coming in, she started to scold her: "You still know how to come back? You stay away from home all day, why don't you die outside?"

Jian Yue threw the backpack at her feet and said coldly, "You are right. I almost died outside today. I just arrived at the mountain after dinner and fell into a coma. I don't know which heartless person put drugs in the flour. Fortunately, I fell in the grass. I was unconscious on the mountain for a whole day and I still feel dizzy."

The unscrupulous Jian Huaian:...

real or fake?

Feeling weak.

Qian's eyes flickered: "You, are you really unconscious?"

Jian Yue sneered: "Fortunately I didn't go into the mountains, otherwise, I would not be able to come back. I will curse that vicious beast, so that he will be covered in sores and have no descendants!"

"Shut up!" Qian's face suddenly changed. She realized that she had reacted too much and quickly tried to make amends, "How can a girl speak so viciously? If someone hears you, won't they think you have no manners?"

Jian Yue chuckled: "I have no manners to begin with! In this family, apart from working, being beaten and scolded, who has ever taught me well?"

here we go again! here we go again!

Qian's temples were throbbing, and she waved her hands quickly: "Go and cook! Everyone in the family is hungry."

How could they not be hungry? Except for Qian, the other three were all pooping.

Ha ha!

I don’t know if it was because they felt guilty, but no one in the family made any noise during the meal.

Jian Yue felt relieved that all the strong men had fallen. If they dared to force it, she felt that she could beat the pampered Qian Shi with her fancy moves.

The next day, Jian Yue did not get up early, but Qian went out early in the morning.

After making breakfast, Jian Yue didn’t wait for anyone and ate first.

When she was about to go to Doctor Ma's house, Qian came in with a few people. It turned out that they were here to look at houses and land.

The Jian family has thirty acres of good farmland...