The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue picked it up and rushed into the room.

At first, Jian Dacheng and his wife, as well as Jian Xiaohe, didn't react and didn't know what she was going to do. But Jian Xiaohe suddenly remembered what she often did, her face changed drastically, and she rushed into the room: "Jian Zhaodi, you dare! I will beat you to death."

Jian Yue turned around with the empty wooden basin in her hand and said with a smile: "Why shouldn't I be afraid? I will treat you the way you treat me in the future. Come and fight me if you don't accept it." Jian Yue had practiced a few fancy moves with her master, which were not good enough to defeat a real warrior, but she had no problem beating Jian Xiaohe.

Jian Xiaohe looked towards her bed.

Her favorite embroidered pillow, the thin quilt embroidered with pink butterflies that her mother had just made for her, and the clean sheets that had just been changed yesterday were all soaked and had black stains on them.

"Ahhh...you bitch! I'm going to kill you, go to hell!" Jian Xiaohe was so angry that smoke came out of his head. He lost all his rationality and jumped towards Jian Yue.

Jian Yue dodged nimbly. Jian Xiaohe's long nails scratched the face of the person behind her.

"Hiss! Ouch..." Qian subconsciously covered her face. She was behind Jian Yue, and wanted to block Jian Yue's retreat and let her little daughter teach her a lesson, but she didn't expect that she would be the one who was hurt.

Jian Xiaohe was very ruthless and was trying to scratch a piece of flesh off Jian Yue's face, so several deep bloody streaks immediately appeared on Qian's face.

Blood flowed out from Qian's fingers, and Qian felt a burning pain on her face.

She glared at Jian Xiaohe. Jian Xiaohe was frightened. She still maintained her aggressive posture, and the flakes of skin she had scratched off Qian's face were still hanging in her right fingernails.

"Mom, mom, I, I... didn't mean it." Jian Xiaohe's face turned pale. Seeing Jian Yue gloating beside her, she quickly pointed at her and said, "It's all her fault. That's right! It's her fault. If she hadn't dodged, I wouldn't have accidentally hurt mom."

"All of you get out of here!" Qian was sweating from the pain. She gritted her teeth and yelled, and hurried out, "Master, go call a doctor. Zhaodi hurt my face."

"I'll go, I can run fast." Before Jian Dacheng could stop her, Jian Yue had already run out of the yard.

After running for a distance, Jian Yue slowed down, took a few deep breaths, and her face was covered with sweat.

She was weak, and the fight with Qian's mother and daughter had already consumed a lot of energy. She didn't need to pretend, she was really panting with every step.

She pinched herself secretly and wiped her tears as she walked.

Because of Qian's propaganda outside, the villagers disliked Jian Zhaodi and did not allow their children to play with her. Most villagers were indifferent to her.

However, Jian Yue was lucky today. Not long after she walked away, she met Mrs. Feng who was visiting.

Mrs. Feng was particularly keen on gossiping about other people's affairs, and would go wherever there was a lot of fun. Seeing her like this, she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Zhao Di, what's wrong with you?" She knew that Jian Zhao Di was like a little mute, and she didn't expect her to fart.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhaodi wiped away her tears, looked up at Mrs. Feng, then lowered her head and said timidly: "Sister Xiaohe scratched mother's face and asked me to call a doctor. But my body is really not good. I just missed two meals and I feel dizzy and can't run fast. Mother's face is bleeding, I am so worried!"

Mrs. Feng's eyes widened immediately, with a look of surprise: "Xiao He looks quiet and gentle, and your mother often praises her for being well behaved, like a rich girl, how could she be so rude? Girls in our country are not so vicious."

Jian Yue suddenly covered her mouth with a panicked look on her face: "Mom said that Xiaohe sister must marry into a rich family in the future and must not leave a bad reputation. Grandma Feng, please don't tell anyone. If anyone asks, just say that I scratched mom's face. Mom said that I am ugly and will never marry into a good family in the future. It's okay for you to bear more for your sister."

Mrs. Feng's eyes flickered, and the wrinkles on her face twitched a few times: "You are a sensible girl. I won't tell anyone else. Go and ask Doctor Ma to check on your mother!"

"Okay, Grandma Feng, I'll go first." Jian Yue walked in a hurry, and even Grandma Feng behind her could hear her panting.

Dacheng's wife always says that Zhaodi is stubborn and dull, but isn't she quite sensible? Mrs. Feng smacked her lips and turned to gossip about Jian Xiaohe with her good old sisters.

By the time Jian Yue slowly invited Doctor Ma over, the Jian family's yard was already filled with people eager to get attention.

Jian Dacheng and Qian were both confused by the people who suddenly rushed into the yard. Both of them were people who valued their reputation, and except for discrediting Jian Zhaodi, they always kept their family affairs secret.

Qian subconsciously wanted to hide in the house to prevent others from seeing the wound on her face. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Feng took a few quick steps, grabbed her, and raised her voice by eight degrees: "Oh my God! Dacheng, what happened to you? Why is your face scratched like this? Did you two have a fight?"

Jian Xiaohe, who was standing at the door with his head down, shuddered, quietly stepped back, and shrank into the house.

Her mother often told her that a girl must build a good reputation in order to find a good husband. Once her reputation is ruined, she can only marry a lame, blind, old widower.

She was going to marry into a rich family and become a young lady, so she couldn't let her reputation get ruined. Mother wouldn't allow her to have a ruined reputation either, and she would definitely find a way to cover it up for her.

At this time, someone in the crowd joked: "Dacheng, you can't scratch your wife's face! If she scratches her face, you will suffer the consequences."

Many people laughed.

Jian Dacheng's face was gloomy. What are you talking about? Country folks are so vulgar, they meddle in other people's family affairs.

He was disgusted. Especially today's incident was very embarrassing. If the news of Xiao He scratching his mother's face got out, the good reputation he had built up in the past would be ruined.

He winked at Qian. Qian simply stopped hiding and turned her wounded face to the people in the yard, sighing helplessly: "Alas! Aunt Feng, you don't know, my Zhaodi listened to someone's instigation outside today, and she came home to quarrel with me. She complained that I asked her to wash clothes instead of her sister, and said that I was partial. For this reason, she threw the clothes by the river and ran back. Those clothes are the most decent clothes in our family. We usually don't wear them. We only wear them once when we go out to visit relatives. She said to throw them away, so how could I not be angry. Who knew that after I said a few words to her, she..."

She didn't say what she did, leaving room for others to use their imagination, which made it more convincing than directly saying that it was Jian Zhaodi who did it.

Qian snorted in her heart. After all, she had worked in a wealthy family before, so it would be easy for her to fool these peasants.

Unexpectedly, a timid voice sounded from behind the crowd...