The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Jiang Jinhe's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on that person. Sure enough, a hint of cunning pride flashed across the corner of his mouth!

Taking advantage of the moment when the crowd dispersed, Jiang Jinhe stepped forward and asked sternly.

"You are such a pervert! How can you be a deity descending to earth? You are clearly just playing tricks to defraud the people of their food! Therefore, I urge you to stop as soon as possible, or you will suffer the consequences!"

The old Taoist priest seemed to be oblivious to Jiang Jinhe's scolding.

Along the way, I wonder how many people willingly fell into his trap. So what if there were a few sober people like Jiang Jinhe?

In the end, isn't it him who has the upper hand in winning?

Jiang Jinhe kept chattering, but the old Taoist priest ignored her.

Soon, people from the neighboring areas came with food, knelt down and presented it with great piety.

Jiang Jinhe didn't notice that her words were heard clearly by the villagers who arrived one after another.

Before the old Taoist priest could say anything, everyone had already gathered around him.

"Madam Jiang, don't think that just because you're rumored to be the reincarnation of the God of Food, you can disrespect the old immortal!"

"You call him a demon, but I think you're the one talking nonsense!"

Everyone was talking at once, blaming Jiang Jinhe, and some even started pushing him.

Jiang Jinhe was caught off guard and stumbled and fell to the ground.

The umbrella in my hand slipped, the scorching sun burned my face, stars flashed before my eyes, my vision was blurred, and I could only feel the ground beneath me was scorching hot.

After struggling for a while, Jiang Jinhe finally managed to stand up.

Looking around, the villagers who had been smiling and greeting her just now now had ferocious faces, as if she had deprived them of the last straw of survival and wanted to eat her alive.

In an instant, she was speechless and did not even bother to pick up the umbrella. She just fled in panic.

The old Taoist priest looked at Jiang Jinhe's receding figure, his eyes full of smug smile.

However, this scene was not seen by the people who were bowing their heads and praying.

Jiang Jinhe was angry and afraid. She did not return to Xu's house but went straight back to her own home.

Why should I worry about the safety of such ignorant people? My kindness is really being taken for granted!

This was the first time I sincerely considered others, but unexpectedly I was hurt.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Jinhe went straight to the bedroom, only to see Song Wenqin shirtless, treating his wounds alone.

Song Wenqin didn't expect Jiang Jinhe to return so soon, and he couldn't avoid her in time. The two looked at each other, feeling extremely awkward.

Although the outside world sees them as a couple, they actually live in separate rooms. Jiang Jinhe sleeps on the bed, while Song Wenqin sleeps on a small couch in the outer room.

Seeing Song Wenqin frantically trying to put on his clothes, Jiang Jinhe stepped forward to hold him down, and said calmly:

"Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't finished applying the medicine yet. Why are you getting dressed? Let me help you apply the medicine and bandage it."

After saying that, without waiting for Song Wenqin's consent, he took the medicine bottle and started to treat his wound.

Song Wenqin stood still, his heartbeat gradually accelerating.

He felt Jiang Jinhe's emotional fluctuations, but her anger had not subsided, so he did not dare to ask more questions.

Jiang Jinhe asked as he applied the medicine:

"How did you get injured suddenly? Fortunately, it's not serious, otherwise the wound would have required several stitches."

Song Wenqin was suddenly speechless and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Jiang Jinhe had seen him injured before, but he had never asked about it. This question caught him off guard, not to mention how to respond.

Besides, he had no intention of revealing all his affairs, so as not to drag her into this mess.

Jiang Jinhe was holding a lot of anger with no place to vent. After waiting for a long time without seeing any response from Song Wenqin, his anger suddenly rose and he couldn't help but increase the force of his hands.

For Song Wenqin, pain was just a small matter and he could endure it by gritting his teeth.

He was completely focused on how to appease Jiang Jinhe.

Seeing that Jiang Jinhe's face was not right, Song Wenqin hesitated to speak and ultimately did not say any words of comfort.

He thought it would not be too late to speak after figuring out the situation first.

Otherwise, if something you say is wrong, it will not only fail to comfort people, but will instead add fuel to the fire!

Song Wenqin would never admit it, and Jiang Jinhe made him a little nervous at this moment.

On the other hand, the self-proclaimed old immortal became more and more arrogant, but unexpectedly made the people more convinced.

Even the refugees in the west of the city almost all fled there.

A few people had doubts, but after being persuaded by those around them, they finally joined the trend.

These people not only believe in it themselves, but also enthusiastically win over everyone around them.

"Sister Zhang, the old immortal said that if we want rain, we need everyone to be united and pray devoutly. You should come soon!" Jiang Jinhe was in the backyard, listening to the lively noise coming from Sister Zhang's house next door. All the voices were asking her to join the ranks of the believers of the so-called "old immortal."

Sister Zhang is a rational person and often consults with Jiang Jinhe.

Jiang Jinhe told her bluntly: "I think that old man is just a liar."

Zhang Jiezi felt relieved upon hearing this, and said with a hint of embarrassment, "I thought so too, but everyone believed it, which made me doubt myself. After hearing what Jiang Jiezi said, I feel much more at ease."

Jiang Jinhe smiled, feeling a little relieved. After all, not everyone had lost their judgment.

She has been earnestly advising everyone to be rational for days, but no one is willing to listen.

But think about it, when life and death are at stake, who can easily give up a straw that may save their life?

After running around in the scorching heat for several days, Jiang Jinhe realized that he was powerless to save the situation. Looking at Lin Shen who was still holding on, he could only shake his head and sigh, and returned home covered in sweat.

Since yesterday, Jiang Jinhe has become discouraged and has been living his own little life behind closed doors.

Today, her left eye kept twitching and she always felt that something ominous was going to happen.

Early in the morning, people kept coming to the neighbor Wang Dasao's house to persuade them.

At noon, it became quiet over there. I don’t know whether Mrs. Wang was persuaded or avoided it.

In the afternoon, the door of Jiang Jinhe's house was suddenly knocked hard.

Hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Jinhe's heart tightened. He had a hunch that something was wrong, so he didn't open the door and planned to observe first.

The person outside the door was relentless and seemed determined to break the door down.

In addition, the noise disturbed the child, frightening him and making him burst into tears.

Song Yuyu and Jiang Xiaolan snuggled together in bed. After Jiang Jinhe comforted them, he decided to go out and take a look.

In the yard, Jiang Jinhe looked at the wobbly gate that was about to collapse, his heart sank. He took a few steps forward before the door completely collapsed and pulled it open.

Outside the door stood the fortune teller with silver hair, leading a group of believers, all of whom stared at her with eyes as if frozen.

Before Jiang Jinhe could open her mouth, the fortune teller immediately put on a frightened look when he saw her, pointed his trembling finger at her, and shouted:

"That's her! She has evil intentions! She disrupted our prayers for rain, and that's why the rain won't fall!"

As soon as these words fell, Jiang Jinhe's mind became clear as a mirror.