You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

Zhang Xiaoxi was a simple-minded person and didn't think too much. After parking the car, he picked up Zhou Xiaoyuan and carried her on his shoulders, then followed the old man.

As for why she didn't need to hold her, it was because Xiaoyuan was too round and she couldn't hold her in her arms, so she could only carry her.

When the people around saw this scene, they were no better than the **fu master and his apprentice just now. Their eyes almost popped out of their heads and they forgot about cutting in line.

After Xiaoju's husband Dahai had put Fan Tong and his friends' carriages in place, he saw a hole in another carriage. He touched the broken part with a look of heartache on his face.

Then he turned around and gestured to his wife, pointing at the carriage and then at Jiang Si and the other person.

"Sir, Madam, Dahai wants me to help you repair the carriage?" Xiaoju came over soon, smiling awkwardly, and added, "Dahai's skills are not bad. If you..."

"Thank you." Without waiting for Xiaoju to finish her words, Jiang Si immediately took out a gold leaf from the space and handed it over.

This is Yu Qingyuan's thing, I don't feel bad about using it.

Looking at the golden leaf in their hands, Xiaoju and his wife's eyes widened. Even if they sold tea for half a year, it would not be worth this golden leaf.

The couple thanked Jiang Si repeatedly, and Xiaoju repeatedly promised to help take care of the carriage.

Jiang Si ignored him and followed the pace of the doctor. Fan Tong was very considerate and said to Dahai, "It's okay. Just watch and fix it. It doesn't matter if it can't be fixed."

After saying that, Fan Tong immediately followed.

There are many wealthy people who come here to seek medical treatment, but this is the first time they have seen someone as polite as this young man, and they can't help but have a better impression of him.

Jiang Si came to the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and saw that her husband, Ye Zhiming and Zhang Xiaoxi were halfway up the mountain.

She had just raised her foot and was about to step onto the stairs when a ferocious-looking man holding a child suddenly rushed out and blocked her way, glaring at Jiang Si fiercely.

Then he turned around and shouted upwards: "Didn't you say that you have to queue up to see a doctor? Why can these people cut in line? My child is dying and you didn't even bother to look at him. These people are so full of life, why should they be allowed to go first?"

Jumping around?

Hearing this, Jiang Si and Fan Tong's eyes couldn't help but fall on the big round piece of flesh on Zhang Xiaoxi's back.

Okay, okay, so you're selectively blind, right?

The rest of the people in the queue also reacted at this moment, and they all felt very aggrieved, but none of them dared to jump out and speak like this man.

After all, everyone who comes here has something to ask of the doctor, and no one wants to offend him.

Moreover, looking at the attire of this group of people, and then looking at the girl who can easily carry a fat man weighing hundreds of pounds, you can tell that they are either rich or noble and very powerful, so why bother yourself with trouble.

The husband moved aside to make way for the slightly narrow path, and said to Zhang Xiaoxi, who was sweating profusely behind him, "Carry the person up first."

Zhang Xiaoxi immediately carried the people up, and Ye Zhiming followed closely behind. He was afraid that if there were any radical elements up there, he could lend a helping hand to Zhang Xiaoxi.

After the two of them walked up, the old man looked at the troublemaker and said faintly: "The rules are set by me. I can punish anyone I want. If you don't like it, you can leave now."

The man holding the child got angry when he heard this and spat on the ground: "What kind of miracle doctor is this? He is also a snob who despises the poor and loves the rich."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people in the queue looked at Jiang Si and Fan Tong angrily.

Fan Tong also felt that it was indeed immoral for them to break the rules, but since Xiaoyuan was unconscious, he was also very worried.

Jiang Si is different from Fan Tong, who grew up in the sunshine. Her world and the rule of survival have always been that the strong are respected. In her opinion, if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you are a fool. What does it have to do with her if other people need to queue up?

Jiang Si's patience with the man standing in front of her is running out bit by bit.

Just as she was about to take action, she didn't expect the man in front of her to take the first step and attack her.

"Why are you born with privileges? Why? My son can't survive, and you self-proclaimed nobles can't survive either."

As the man spoke, he suddenly pulled out a pair of scissors from the swaddling clothes, turned around and stabbed directly at the ginger.

Jiang Si reacted very quickly and dodged to the side. At the moment when the two of them crossed each other, the cold light in her hand swept across the man's neck.

After the intersection, Jiang Si stood still and the man fell to the ground holding the child.

"Blood, murder! Murder!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone immediately retreated in fear.

**The husband stared at the person in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his gaze gradually shifted to the dagger in her hand, whose cold light was covered by bright red.

There was an indescribable emotion lingering in Fan Tong's heart.

Worried about ginger? Definitely.

Should this man die?

The answer is beyond doubt, because he threatened Jiang Si's life.

But I still can't help feeling sad.

If the man's scissors were aimed at him, Fan Tong might not have taken his life, but would have just disarmed him at most.

He and Jiang Si are different in some aspects.

Jiang Si put away the dagger and covered it with clothes, returning the dagger back into the space.

After this incident, those who were originally indignant in their hearts no longer dared to even look at Jiang Si. They dodged away and shrank to the edge of the stairs, fearing to come into contact with this scary woman.

**The husband looked at Jiang Si approaching him, and finally turned around without saying a word and continued walking up.

He was shocked and surprised at Jiang Si's decisiveness, but more of it was relieved. This way, when those people came to him, he wouldn't suffer any loss.

Fan Tong looked at the man lying headfirst on the stairs and pushed him aside.

The wound on his neck was still bleeding, but Fan Tong didn't care whether the man lived or died, and instead pulled open the swaddling clothes in his arms.

Lying inside was a boy covered in bruises. The moment the swaddling clothes were opened, an unpleasant odor immediately filled the air.

Judging from the corpse spots on the child's body, he had been gone for many days.

Fan Tong covered the woman with the tattered cloth, sighed deeply, and then walked towards his wife with firm steps.

There are no shortage of miserable people in every world, and he can't care about them all.

He had observed carefully just now and found that this place was a mixed crowd. When his wife gave gold leaves to the tea stall owner, many turbid eyes were staring at them.

Jiang Si's clean and neat move just now may not be a bad thing.

Even Fan Tong noticed this, and it was impossible for Jiang Si, who grew up among evil people, not to see it.

Just kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

As a result, those who want to take advantage of them may have to reconsider.

However, even if these people were not there, Jiang Si would take action without hesitation. She would not allow anyone to threaten her life.