The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue lied casually: "I heard from others that this thing is called lotus root, and it can be fried, eaten cold, or cooked into soup."

"The rumors may not be true, so don't eat carelessly. If you get sick, we won't have money to see a doctor." Yang Xiaochun warned her with a stern face.

Jian Yue knew that Yang Xiaochun meant well, and said with a smile: "I've already eaten it, it's no problem, if you don't believe me you can try it." She broke off a piece in Yang Xiaochun's hand and brought it to her mouth.

Yang Xiaochun took a small bite hesitantly. It tasted a little sweet. Her eyes lit up, and she took a big bite and chewed it hard for a few times.

"Delicious!" Her dark yellow face was full of surprise.

"It tastes astringent when eaten raw, but tastes better when fried. Xiaochun, I'd like to trouble you to keep an eye on my clothes while I ask my family to come get them."

"Go ahead! I'll keep an eye on it for you." Yang Xiaochun agreed readily.

"Hide these lotus roots first and don't let my family see them." Jian Yue picked up the basket.

Yang Xiaochun waved his hands hastily: "Zhao Di, these are enough for me, you can take the rest home!"

Jian Yue smiled bitterly: "No matter how much I bring home, there will be no share for me." Even if the original owner didn't tell her, she would not hide it for the Jian family.

The original owner was dull and cowardly, timid and afraid of things. She had been bullied by the Jian family since she was a child, and she didn't know how to defend herself. Outsiders naturally didn't know what kind of life she lived in the Jian family.

Yang Xiaochun was stunned: "Aunt Jian doesn't give you food?" The Jian family has a scholar and their conditions are better than the village chief's family. Yang Xiaochun always thought that because Zhaodi was clumsy and often made mistakes, Aunt Jian would punish her and not give her food.

In fact, the Jian family often ruined the original owner's reputation outside. He was lazy and stupid. Although he pretended to be timid and fearful outside, he actually never obeyed discipline at home.

The original owner's mother, Qian Ying, was a very good person. She never beat or scolded the original owner in front of outsiders. She even acted like a loving mother when outsiders were around. In the eyes of outsiders, the original owner was a child who refused to change despite repeated teachings and caused headaches and disappointment to his parents.

The original owner had no playmates since childhood. The reason why Yang Xiaochun became close to her was because she fell into a deep pit when she went up the mountain. The original owner who happened to go up the mountain to collect pig grass found her and saved her. Since then, Yang Xiaochun knew that the original owner was often punished by not having food to eat.

Jian Yue sneered: "Do you know why I was punished today? Jian Xiaohe stole an egg and complained to my mother, saying that I stole it, so my mother punished me by not allowing me to eat for a day."

She picked up the basket and left. Yang Xiaochun was still stunned. With her limited knowledge, she didn't know who to trust. But secretly, she favored Zhaodi. In her relationship with Zhaodi, Zhaodi was a person who never took advantage of others. After eating a bite of her food, she would help her to pick grass for pigs, dig wild vegetables, or pick wild fruits for her.

How could such a person lie?

wrong!

Zhaodi talked a lot today, and her words were particularly eloquent. In the past, when she talked to Zhaodi, she would say ten sentences and Zhaodi would not say a single word, at most she would respond with a "hmm".

In the past, Zhaodi was lifeless and her eyes were dull. But today, Zhaodi is very different. She is like a withered grass that has come alive and has become lively and vivid.

Jian Yue went to Doctor Ma's house first.

Doctor Ma's wife passed away a few years ago, leaving behind a son and a daughter. His son and daughter-in-law set up a stall in the town to do small business, and his daughter married in the next village. Doctor Ma didn't want to live with his son and daughter-in-law, so he lived alone in the village and practiced medicine to make a living.

Doctor Ma was drying herbs in the yard. The fence door was open, and Jian Yue walked in: "Grandpa Ma."

Doctor Ma turned around and said with a smile: "It's Zhaodi!"

Jian Yue took out the herbs from the basket and said, "Grandpa Ma, I dug a few herbs on the mountain. Do you think they can be used?"

Doctor Ma was surprised: "Do you know medicinal herbs?"

"I saw that the herbs looked the same as the ones Grandpa Ma dried, so I dug them up." Jian Yue naturally couldn't admit that she knew the herbs. In the eyes of the villagers, Jian Zhaodi was a stupid and stubborn person.

Doctor Ma saw that she took out the more common dandelions and toad grass, and he had no doubts. He smiled and nodded: "Yes, they are all medicinal herbs. I accept them. Do you want to exchange them for copper coins or eat them?"

Some people in the village also dug up medicinal herbs and sold them to Doctor Ma, so he thought that Jian Yue was also here to exchange money or things.

Jian Yue shook her head: "Grandpa Ma never asked for money for the ointments and medicines he gave me before. A handful of herbs is really nothing. I'm very happy that Grandpa Ma can use them." After saying that, she stuffed the herbs into Doctor Ma's hands, turned around and ran away.

"Hey - you kid..." Doctor Ma didn't expect that Jian Zhaodi was actually a grateful person and still remembered the help he had done her in the past.

At that time, he felt sorry for the skinny little girl, who looked like she was about to die at any time, so he couldn't help but secretly give her some medicine without expecting anything in return.

It turns out that the child has always kept it in mind.

Doctor Ma shook his head.

The little girl has clear eyes, articulate speech, and clear ideas. She doesn't understand why her mother always says outside that she is stupid and stubborn.

The door of Jane's house was open.

Eleven-year-old Jian Xiaohe was sitting under a tree embroidering. She held the embroidery stand and glanced at the door from time to time. She couldn't sew a stitch for a long time, which showed that her mind was not on embroidery.

The original owner's mother, Qian Ying, was sitting under a tree holding a broom, with a dark face, staring at the door. It was obvious that she was waiting for Jian Zhaodi.

Jian Yue couldn't help but sneer and stepped into the door.

"Close the door." Qian's voice did not reveal any emotion.

But Jian Yue was familiar with her operation through the original owner's memory. She taught her a lesson behind closed doors and didn't let her cry out loud, so that outsiders would never know what kind of life she lived in the Jian family.

Jian Yue acted as if she didn't hear it, walked directly to Jian Xiaohe, and asked: "Jian Xiaohe, is raw egg delicious?"

Jian Xiaohe's eyes panicked, and she subconsciously looked at Qian, cursing, "You are shameless! Who drank the raw eggs? You stole the eggs, and the egg shells were found on your bed."

Qian loved her eldest son the most. Except for the occasional egg drop soup, she sold all the eggs she saved to support her son. Jian Xiaohe secretly drank an egg every two days to maintain her beauty, so she would definitely not forgive her.

She put down the embroidery frame, threw herself on Qian and acted like a spoiled child: "Mother, look at how Jian Zhaodi stole the eggs and still dared to be stubborn. She deserves a lesson, and we can't forgive her."

At this time, Qian was staring at Jian Yue gloomily, with anger and confusion on her face: "I asked you to close the door, but you dared to disobey me and not listen to me? Who gave you the courage?"

Jian Yue glanced at her with a hint of sneer on her lips: "Why do you want to close the door? Are you afraid that others will know that you abuse me?"

Qian's heart was shocked, and her pupils shrank...