The moon falling to the ground

Qian's heart was shocked, and her pupils shrank: "You, what nonsense are you talking about? I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. How could I bear to abuse my own child?"

"You know best whether you are willing to let go or not. Don't always lecture me in the name of mother, you are not worthy!"

"What did you say?" Qian was so angry that she almost jumped up, which scared Jian Xiaohe.

"You stole the eggs, so I punished you by making you skip two meals, just to teach you a lesson. I didn't expect you to be so sharp-tongued and unrepentant, and even talked back to your elders. You are such an unfilial thing. I asked you to wash a few pieces of clothes, but you actually stayed out all day before coming back. No! Where are the clothes? Where did you put them?"

"Oh! So every time you go out you go out to have fun. Does my dad know that you are so extravagant? He probably doesn't know. If he knew, he would have kicked you out a long time ago."

Qian looked at Jian Yue with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

The Jian Zhaodi she raised was a timid and cowardly person, who was definitely not the sharp-tongued person who dared to resist her.

"You are not Zhaodi? Who are you?" she asked sharply.

Jian Yue had a surprised expression: "Am I not Zhaodi? Then who am I? Did you steal me or pick me up? Why don't you tell me."

Qian felt a blockage in her chest and her breathing became disordered.

Jian Dacheng, who was taking a nap in the room, came out and frowned and scolded: "What are you two arguing about again? You are always making trouble. Go do what you need to do."

Jian Dacheng was of medium height, slightly plump, and had received a few years of education. He was a smart man. He heard everything Jian Yue said clearly in the room. Although he couldn't figure out why Jian Zhaodi had changed so much, he knew that it was not appropriate to continue talking about this topic.

His inquiring eyes fell on Jian Yue. She was wearing short, worn clothes, with dry yellow hair and a dark, thin face. She was still the same person, but she felt different.

Qian also came to her senses and angrily scolded: "You dead girl, you are rebellious. Who did you learn this nonsense from? I asked you to wash clothes, where did you wash them? Tell me now!"

"Oh! The clothes are by the river and I can't move them, so I came back to inform you to get the clothes." Jian Yue would not completely break off with their family. After all, it was not the right time yet.

"You can't even carry a few pieces of clothes. What are you doing? Go and get the clothes back quickly." Qian pointed at her with the broom in her hand and ordered.

Jian Yue ignored her completely, put the hand-basket and straw hat against the wall, and went to the kitchen to get some water.

There happened to be some cold boiled water in the kitchen, which was prepared for Jian Dacheng. Jian Yue picked up the coarse porcelain bowl and drank it all in one breath.

Qian, who followed in, was stunned for a moment.

When Jian Zhaodi was thirsty, she only dared to scoop some cold water from the jar to drink. She never dared to drink boiled water, and she also did not allow Jian Zhaodi to drink hot water.

Today was really a ghost. Jian Zhaodi not only dared to disobey her, but also dared to drink the boiled water she prepared for the head of the family.

"You unfilial thing, that's the water prepared for your father, and you dare to drink it..."

Snapped!

The rough porcelain bowl fell at Qian's feet and broke into several pieces.

As Qian looked at her in disbelief, Jian Yue stuffed the kitchen knife on the chopping board into Qian's hand: "Yes, I am unfilial and disobedient. It is wrong for me not to submit and let you torture me. Otherwise, you can kill me."

Qian was so frightened that her scalp went numb and her eyes almost popped out.

This kind of Jian Zhaodi made her feel unfamiliar, and she didn't know how to react for a moment. It seemed that Jian Zhaodi was out of her control all of a sudden. This feeling was very bad, and she couldn't tolerate it.

She tightly grasped the kitchen knife in her hand, her face trembling, and she spoke word by word, gritting her teeth: "You are a money-loser, do you think I dare not?"

"What are you afraid of? Come, chop here." Jian Yue simply stretched out her head to her.

Qian was frightened and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Qian dared to torture her but did not dare to kill her. This was the conclusion Jian Yue came to from the original owner's memory.

In the original owner's memory, there were still five days before the people sent by Yan Xinning arrived, and by then the Jian family would be well-off and move to the capital city to live together. At this time, Jian Dacheng would never allow other situations to occur that would delay their family from going to the capital city to enjoy a good life.

Jian Dacheng snatched the kitchen knife from Qian's hand, turned around and scolded: "Zhao Di, what's wrong with you? What are you doing? Did someone instigate you outside?"

Jian Yue sneered: "Is it me who's making trouble? You won't even let me drink hot water. You've made me drink raw water since I was a kid. Drinking too much raw water can cause diarrhea, and it's not good for a girl's health. What are you thinking? She's your daughter too, come, let's compare her."

Jian Yue strode to Jian Xiaohe and looked at Jian Dacheng and Qian Shi: "Jian Xiaohe's clothes don't have a single patch on them. She lets me serve her like a young lady every day. And the clothes I wear are either altered from my eldest brother's old clothes or picked up from Jian Xiaohe's rags. Since I can remember, I have never worn a new piece of clothing. I have never known what rice and flour taste like."

"Look at me, then look at you. I don't look like your daughter. I look more like your unpaid servant."

Jian Yue walked up to Qian, her eyes cold: "You are ruining my reputation outside, don't you think I don't know? Whose mother is like this? Even a clay man can have some temper, if you push me too far, our whole family will die together."

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng were so shocked that their eyes widened.

It's really different! What did Jian Zhaodi experience outside today? Who enlightened her?

Jian Yue turned and walked into the west room.

The Jian family has four brick and tile houses, a kitchen, and a pigpen, chicken coop, and vegetable garden behind the house.

Jian Dacheng and his wife lived in the east room, and the main room was in the middle. Jian Dacheng's son Jian Huaian lived in one of the two rooms to the west of the main room, and the original owner and Jian Xiaohe lived in one.

In the room of the original owner and Jian Xiaohe, Jian Xiaohe slept on the bed. The original owner was not qualified to sleep on the bed, so he spread a layer of hay in the corner near the wall, and on top of the hay he laid a straw mat he had woven himself. The bedding was torn and hard, and was all rags that the Jian family didn't want.

Jian Xiaohe usually regarded herself as a big lady and was very good at bullying the original owner. She deliberately placed her shoes on the straw mat where the original owner slept, and sometimes deliberately poured water on the straw mat. In the past, the cowardly original owner dared not say a word, because the result of resistance was a beating by Jian Xiaohe.

As long as it didn't affect her work, Jian Dacheng and his wife would pretend not to see any beatings.

The first thing Jian Yue did after entering was to throw out all of Jian Xiaohe's shoes.

"Ah! My shoes, you bastard, don't throw my shoes." Jian Xiaohe screamed and tried to come over to stop them, but a shoe flew over and hit her in the face.

"Ah! It hurts so much! Mom, beat her to death, Jian Zhaodi is crazy." Jian Xiaohe was almost mad.

Jian Yue laughed: "There are even crazier things than this." There was a half basin of water for washing hands at the kitchen door. This half basin of dirty water was waiting for Jian Zhaodi to come back and pour it out. Jian Yue picked it up and went to...