The moon falling to the ground

Unexpectedly, a timid voice came from the back of the crowd: "Mom, I didn't throw away the clothes. The wooden basin is too big and there are too many clothes. I can't move it. So, I asked Xiaochun to help me watch it, and I came back to ask my sister to help me carry it."

The people in the yard looked back and automatically made a gap.

Jian Yue carried the medicine box and followed Doctor Ma in.

She walked up to Qian and said timidly, "Mom, don't be angry. I understand. I scratched your face. It has nothing to do with my sister."

Qian and Jian Dacheng's faces sank at the same time. What do you mean it has nothing to do with my sister? Isn't this just trying to cover up the truth?

Qian was disappointed and angry: "Zhao Di, it's wrong. Mother knows you didn't mean it. Don't bring yourself to blame your sister."

When Mrs. Feng heard this, she winked at the old sisters, as if to say, "See! It is indeed so."

Jian Xiaohe couldn't help but run out and complained to Jian Yue: "How could you be so cruel? Mom just said a few words to you, and you hit her so hard."

Jian Yue shuddered and shrank back behind Doctor Ma, admitting her faults repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault. I scratched mother's face. Don't be angry, sister."

Crowd: Oh...

Jian Dacheng and Qian's expressions became even uglier.

Isn't this getting darker and darker?

When did Jian Zhaodi become so scheming?

In the eyes of the spectators, one is arrogant and the other is humble and cowardly. Anyone can see that their status is unequal.

Mrs. Feng pouted and advised Jian Xiaohe earnestly: "Xiaohe! Everyone makes mistakes. Just correct them. But it's wrong to avoid mistakes."

After all, Jian Xiaohe was young, guilty and sensitive. After hearing what Mrs. Feng said, she exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Who escaped the blame? It was Zhaodi who hurt my mother. She is disobedient and unfilial, with a vicious mind. Such a person should be sold..."

"Xiao He!" Jian Dacheng interrupted her and scolded, "What are you talking about? Your sister didn't commit any serious crime of murder or arson. It's just a family matter. You can't scare your sister even if you are angry."

After scolding Jian Xiaohe, Jian Dacheng forced a smile and said to the people in the yard: "The children at home are ignorant and have made a fool of themselves. Let's all go!"

Mother Feng glanced at the shivering Jian Yue and said to Jian Dacheng: "Dacheng! They are all your daughters, you can't be so biased. You were so good to the girls you picked up back then, how can you be so harsh to your own daughter? Look at your Zhaodi, her clothes are as torn as a beggar's, and her straw sandals can't even hold her feet. Look at what your Xiaohe is wearing, no one can say they don't look like the same mother's children." Mother Feng didn't want to help Jian Yue, she just wanted to watch the fun.

Jian Dacheng subconsciously looked at Jian Yue, but saw tears in her eyes and a choked voice: "Thank you, Grandma Feng, for speaking for me. My family is not well off as we support my eldest brother to study. It also costs a lot of money for my younger sister to learn embroidery. It doesn't matter if I wear a little torn clothes."

What's on the side: She has money to study and learn embroidery, but she doesn't have money to make clothes for her.

The people watching the fun were all adults. They all understood Jian Yue's tea talk and whispered to each other.

It seems that the image of a loving mother that Qian presented outside was very exaggerated!

Mrs. Feng sighed and said, "What a sensible child! The more sensible a child is, the more pitiful he is."

Aunt Zhang, an old sister of Mrs. Feng, chimed in: "Mrs. Dacheng is so lucky to have such a sensible daughter. Zhaodi is not stubborn at all. Mrs. Dacheng, please stop talking bad about Zhaodi outside."

Qian was extremely angry.

Damn gossip! Isn't this just fanning the flames in front of Jian Zhaodi? Even the mother and daughter would be resentful after hearing such words.

Qian wanted to use a big broom to chase them out. But she couldn't break her previous image, so she said angrily: "Everyone, go away! I asked a doctor to check my face, but you didn't take the money for me, what's the point?"

Qian's words were already quite impolite. Mrs. Feng sneered and turned away: "Everyone, please leave! People think we are meddling in their business. Don't bother them anymore. Let's go, let's go."

Before leaving, Aunt Zhang looked at Jian Yue and sighed: "Alas! Poor child, you have been wronged."

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng: ...It's like a dog trying to catch a rat and meddling in other people's business.

All the onlookers had left, and Dr. Ma coughed to remind people of his presence.

Qian said quickly: "Uncle Ma, look at my face, it won't leave scars, right?"

Doctor Ma stepped forward to check the wound and shook his head: "My medical skills are limited, and I can't guarantee that there won't be scars. You should go to the clinic in town to check it out!" After that, he took the medicine box from Jian Yue's hand without charging the consultation fee, and turned and left.

"Grandpa Ma, I'll take you there." Jian Yue chased after him.

Doctor Ma waved his hand: "No need, you are weak, go and rest quickly! Otherwise you will faint. Alas..."

Doctor Ma's voice was so loud that everyone in the yard could hear it.

But no one would care. Qian was more concerned about her face: "Boss, please accompany me to the town! I don't want to be disfigured."

Jian Dacheng paused and agreed.

Qian glared at Jian Xiaohe and said, "Go get some clothes from the river. Go now!"

Qian was angry at Jian Xiaohe for being useless as he was more likely to cause trouble than accomplish anything.

Not only did he fail to teach Jian Zhaodi a lesson, but he also attracted a group of people and made a fool of himself.

"I won't go. That's Jian Zhaodi's job. Why should I work for her?" Jian Xiaohe was dissatisfied.

Jian Yue came in and said quietly, "None of the clothes in that big basin are mine. Anyway, I won't feel bad if I throw them away."

"You, wicked girl! Why did I give birth to a thing like you?" Qian glared at Jian Yue with disgust on her face.

Jian Yue chuckled: "Not one, but three. You gave birth to three things."

"You're a rebel! I'll beat you to death!" Qian looked around for a broom.

Jian Dacheng stopped her and said, "Are you going to town or not? If you delay any longer, you won't be able to come back today."

"Xiao He, go and get the clothes back. If you don't listen, you won't be able to eat tonight and you won't be able to learn embroidery in the future. You will do housework with Zhaodi from now on." Jian Dacheng gave the order and Jian Xiaohe dared not disobey.

She was a little afraid of Jian Dacheng. Once Jian Dacheng got angry, he would beat people with a willow stick. Her mother's pleading was useless.

Jian Xiaohe walked out of the yard dejectedly.

Jian Dacheng glanced at Jian Yue and sneered: "Jian Zhaodi, you have become more capable."

Jian Yue shrank her head, looking frightened, and kept silent.

"Go clean the chicken coop and the pigpen." said Qian.

Jian Yue raised her head: "Grandpa Ma said that my health is weak and if I don't take good care of myself, my life span will be affected."

Qian sneered: "What kind of illness can a half-baked doctor like him treat? It's pure nonsense."

Jian Yue looked at her steadily...