The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

"You little bitch! Don't come over here!" Ma screamed.

Her strong desire to survive made her push Zhao Qiao'e away and run towards the gate of the courtyard like crazy. Although she avoided the knife that Song Yuntang was going to chop at her head, a large handful of her scattered hair was chopped off by Song Yuntang and embedded in the mud bricks beside the door.

While dodging in the kitchen, he hit his forehead and got a big bruise.

Song Yuntang didn't chase after her. He just stood at the kitchen door with a kitchen knife in his hand and watched her leave quietly.

Zhao Qiao'e was bumped by Ma Zhaolan, and her waist hit the long table beside her. She frowned in pain.

Seeing that Ma had left, Liu Xianglan hurriedly asked her two younger brothers to close the gate, and she walked towards Song Yuntang.

He carefully took the kitchen knife from her hand and put it back in the basket under the eaves, saying gently, "You're such a good girl, but if you get a reputation as a bitch, how will you ever get married?"

Song Yuntang didn't care.

"If I don't do this, she'll come every few days when things get better."

Although she lost some reputation, it was a permanent solution and no one would dare to offend her again. Song Yuntang did not think it was a bad thing.

Mrs. Liu sighed. "At worst, I can just not open the door to her anymore. Why ruin my reputation?" She stepped forward and supported Zhao Qiao'e, who was standing by the table, rubbing her waist. "Mom, are you okay?"

Zhao waved her hand and said, "It's okay, just go to your room and rest."

Liu helped Zhao Qiao'e into the house. Song Yuntang looked in their direction and picked out some medicinal herbs from the shelf in the yard.

Because these are medicinal herbs that can be used in daily life, I left some at home when I went to town today. Now they are really useful now.

She first lit a small stove and boiled a pot of internal medicine to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

He also used a few medicinal herbs to make a simple ointment and took it to Zhao Qiao'e's room.

"Does your waist still hurt?"

Zhao Qiao'e in the house probably felt that her waist was not so painful anymore, so she continued to do needlework while holding the sewing basket.

When he looked up and saw that it was Song Yuntang, his face showed surprise and relief.

"Don't worry, Tang'er. Mom is fine. My waist doesn't hurt much anymore."

Song Yuntang brought the ointment in a bowl into the room and placed it on the bedside cabinet. "I'll apply this ointment to you first, and then you can drink a bowl of blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine later. You should be fine."

Zhao Qiao'e responded flatteredly, quickly put down the sewing basket in her hand, lifted the clothes around her waist and lay on the bed.

Three years.

This was the first time Song Yuntang showed concern for her after coming to her house.

Song Yuntang used a wooden spoon to apply the ointment to the purple area on her waist, blowing on it while massaging it gently.

Perhaps because of the mint added, the ointment was cool and very comfortable when applied on the waist. In addition, Song Yuntang's technique was light and graceful, so Zhao Qiao'e didn't feel any pain at all.

"Tang'er's hands are really skillful."

Looking down at his hands which had several small wounds in recent days, Song Yuntang said nothing.

After applying the medicine to Zhao, Song Yuntang went out to wash the bowl. The medicine on the small stove was almost boiled, so she poured it out and took it to Zhao Qiao'e's room.

"Please put the medicine on the table. Remember to drink it when it gets cold."

"Okay." Zhao Qiao'e turned her head to look at Song Yuntang, and said in a negotiating tone, "Tang'er, why don't you ask Zhuzizhuangzi to send two buns to your grandparents? The old people are usually frugal. They don't even want to buy a piece of meat for a year. It's really pitiful."

Song Yuntang nodded calmly, "Okay, I'll let them go."

When the original owner came to Rongshu Village, the Song family had already split up. Song Yuntang had little contact with the Song family's grandparents and did not know them well.

I don't have the impression that he is an old man who likes to stir up trouble.

After all, they are the original owner's father's parents. There is nothing wrong with respecting elders, and there is nothing much to say.

……

Zhuzi and Zhuangzi took two buns from the kitchen and ran to the home of the old couple Song Xingye. When they got there, they happened to meet Ma Zhaolan complaining to the old couple.

The courtyard door was closed, leaving only a crack. As soon as the two brothers arrived outside the courtyard, they heard Ma Zhaolan's crying.

"Mom and Dad, look at me. It's all because of that stinky girl Song Yuntang. She made me like this. How can I face people in the future? Ouch!"

Song Xingye was a little impatient.

"You've seen how powerful that girl is. If you don't provoke her, how can she hit you?"

Ma Zhaolan cried extremely sadly.

"But hitting elders is wrong. Dad and Mom are the most important elders in our family. We can't just ignore them."

Song Xingye waved his hand and didn't intend to care.

"My parents are old, and you have separated the family. I really can't take care of this matter."

He didn't want to provoke a girl who could chop people with a knife when she went crazy. Now he was no longer in his prime, he was an old man, and he just wanted to live a few years of peace and quiet.

Lin's mother nodded in agreement. "Your father is right. You have to solve this matter yourselves. Since you know that girl is powerful, you should stay away from her. But you still approached her. Aren't you just asking for a beating?"

After hearing this, Ma cried even more sadly.

"Even if Mom and Dad don't consider me, Mei'er is your granddaughter. Her wedding is coming soon. We can't let Song Yuntang's madness affect Mei'er's wedding, right?"

When the old couple heard this, they looked at each other, and hesitation flashed in their eyes.

Song Zhimei is already eighteen years old this year. Song Yuntang is her cousin. If her future in-laws knew that she had attacked someone with a knife, and if they came to break off the engagement, it would be difficult for her to find a good marriage again.

It's like your whole life is ruined.

Outside the yard, Zhuzi and Piles looked at each other, as if they had telepathy, and at the same time reached out and pushed open the gate with bright smiles on their faces.

"Grandma, my sister asked us to bring you two buns."

He looked up at his two eldest grandsons who were smiling brightly, then turned to look at his second daughter-in-law who was sitting on the ground in a mess, her eyes not eyes and nose not nose crying, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Mother Lin glanced at her and said, "Alright, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't embarrass yourself in front of the younger generations. Be more careful in the future and stop thinking about causing trouble all day long."

Ma looked at the two elders in disbelief.

"Dad and Mom, don't you even care about Mei'er anymore?"

Song Xingye sighed, "I can't help it, let's go back."

After hearing this, Ma's face suddenly turned ugly and she stood up with her hands on her hips.

"You old fool! I went to the third sister's house with good intentions to bring you two food, but I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful! If I hadn't gone to make a scene, would she have brought you buns?"

Lin's mother was not an easy person to deal with when she was young. After hearing what Ma said, she immediately fought back.

"Ma, I don't want to point it out to you in front of Zhu and Zhuanzi, but who are you taking the buns for? Others don't know, but you don't know either."

Ma Zhaolan's eyes dodged for a moment.

“I was still thinking about you guys at that time…”

Mother Lin said impatiently, "Alright, alright, whether you think about us or not, we don't care, just go away."

Ma stamped her feet in dissatisfaction and turned away angrily.