The moon falling to the ground

Jian Yue washed the pot and boiled water for a bath.

When she was carrying water into the house, Qian came into the kitchen holding a bowl. She glanced at Jian Yue and said nothing.

Qian should have known that she had kicked Jian Xiaohe out of the room. But Qian didn't say a word, which was very unlike Qian.

Jian Yue locked herself in the room, took a bath in the dark, and felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

In the past, the original owner could only use cold water to clean it. Qian Shi never let her use hot water because she was useless. From today on, she would break all the rules set by Qian Shi.

Qian asked Jian Xiaohe to sweep the ashes at the door. Jian Xiaohe pouted and went out to get the broom reluctantly.

However, when she thought of her mother's words, Jian Zhaodi stopped jumping up and down, and she was no longer so resistant to sweeping the floor.

In the main room, Qian lit the lamp. She sat down, then stood up, then sat down again, looking restless.

Jian Dacheng frowned: "Sit down, I feel dizzy."

Qian was uneasy: "Master, will she be killed? Xinning repeatedly asked us to take her to Yanling Mansion. What if something happens..."

Jian Dacheng interrupted her impatiently: "I know what's going on. Her behavior today is really strange. We can't make any mistakes before someone comes from the city. Let her lie on the bed quietly and give her something to eat. When we get to Yanling Mansion, we'll hand it over to Xinning to deal with."

Qian was even more unwilling to miss the opportunity to go to the prefectural capital. She muttered in her heart: Wouldn't it be more appropriate to let her have an accident or die of illness in the countryside? She didn't know why Xin Ning insisted on letting her go to Yanling Prefecture.

"Mom, the door has been cleaned." Jian Xiaohe walked in, "Dad, do you need me to come over and take a look?" Jian Xiaohe asked in a low voice.

"Well, go and take a look. Zhaodi is weak. Don't let her faint..." Jian Dacheng suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his head was spinning.

thump!

Jian Dacheng fell off his chair and onto the ground.

"The head of the family?" Qian exclaimed.

"father……"

Before Qian could bend down to help the man, she heard a series of "puff" sounds. In an instant, the room was filled with the stinky smell of feces and urine. Jian Dacheng had pooped in his pants.

"Ah! Boss, you... ugh..." Qian vomited.

"Ugh...what's wrong with Dad?" Jian Xiaohe was confused. She stretched out her hands to help, but felt nauseous again.

Just then, Jian Yue came out of the shower to pour some water. She heard the noise in the main room and smiled.

She knew that Jian Dacheng was holding back. She thought he would ask a witch to exorcise the evil spirit for her, but she didn't expect Jian Dacheng to drug her.

Whether he wanted her to be paralyzed in bed or to be unconscious, neither possibility was something she could tolerate.

At first she was unsure, but when Jian Dacheng readily agreed to let her in for dinner and Qian and Jian Xiaohe didn't object, she was sure. So, while the three of them were blinded by the smoke, she quickly went into the house.

The original owner was familiar with the seating positions of the Jian family, so he moved the bowls on the west side of the table and added some ingredients to Jian Dacheng's meal.

It doesn't matter even if the swap is wrong, she will always find a way to make Jian Dacheng fall into the trap.

Jian Dacheng is the head of the family. As long as he can't get out of bed, Qian will not have the extra energy to trouble her.

As for Jian Xiaohe, she didn't take him seriously at all.

Before someone came to Yanling Prefecture, she wanted to make as much money as possible. After arriving in the prefecture, she customized a set of handy medicine-making tools. Without tools, it would be inconvenient to make any medicine.

Qian quickly came to her senses. The head of the family would not fall into a coma for no reason, unless...

She rushed out of the main room and saw Jian Yue putting the wooden bucket at the kitchen door after pouring water. She rushed to Jian Yue, grabbed her, and asked angrily: "Tell me, what did you do to your father?"

Jian Yue dodged her hand and said in surprise: "Mom, what you said is so strange. What can I do to Dad? I just ate a bowl of your dumpling soup. Why are you so anxious to accuse me of something?"

"Your father is in a coma, you evil creature..."

"Mom! Shouldn't we call a doctor since Dad is in a coma? Why are you scolding me?" Jian Yue interrupted her.

Qian was panicked and angry, and blurted out: "It's all because of you..." She swallowed the rest of the words back.

Jian Yue refused to let her go and pressed on: "Because of what? Because I refuse to be manipulated by you?"

Qian's question suddenly came out: "Did you know this in advance?"

Jian Yue raised her eyebrows in the night: "Know what? Do you have any secrets that you are hiding from me?"

"No!" Qian denied it subconsciously. Then she immediately scolded, "Are you a wooden man? Your father is unconscious, but instead of going to serve him, you are standing here like a wooden stake."

Jian Yue chuckled: "Mom, I'm already a 14-year-old girl. It's not appropriate for me to serve Dad. If outsiders knew about this, they would say that our family has no rules. On the contrary, you were not anxious at all when Dad was unconscious. Instead, you kept nagging me about this and that."

Qian felt uneasy after hearing that. Could she say that she was also unwilling to change Jian Dacheng's pants for pee and shit?

"No matter how old you are, you are still your father's daughter. Don't use laziness as an excuse. Go, clean your father's body and change into clean clothes."

"What about you, mother? You don't even want to hire a doctor for dad? If you treat dad like this, does he know that you despise him?"

"Shut up!" Qian was so angry that she wanted to come over and pinch Jian Yue: "Are you going or not?"

Jian Yue dodged her hand and said, "No, if you think it's okay for your daughter to take off her father's pants, then let Jian Xiaohe go. You usually love her the most and always give her the best food and drink. It's time for her to show her filial piety."

"Jian Zhaodi!" Qian couldn't help but raise her voice, "Xiao He is your sister, she is still young."

Jian Yue sneered: "She's taller than me, stronger than me, and eats better than me, so how can she be small? How about we call the neighbors over to judge whether it's me who should go or her?"

Qian didn't even dare to invite Doctor Ma, for fear that he would see something, and naturally she didn't want the villagers to know. She was at a loss for a moment, and could only use filial piety to force Jian Yue: "Jian Zhaodi, aren't you ashamed enough? I asked you to serve your own father, but you refused. Do you have a conscience?"

"No, you guys have eaten my conscience a long time ago." Jian Yue said lightly.

"You... a bastard!" She actually said that she and the head of the family were dogs. Qian was so angry that she fell backwards. She suddenly realized that when Jian Zhaodi got angry, she was a person who could not be cooked or boiled, and she actually had no way to deal with her.

"Mom, come quickly, Dad is having diarrhea again." Jian Xiaohe shouted anxiously at the door of the main hall. She didn't hide far away like Qian, but she didn't want to get too close either.

"Are you going or not?" Qian asked again, gritting her teeth. She decided to tempt her with something great.

"No." Jian Yue especially despised her.

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