Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

"Zhuzhu, what should we do now?"

Shen Ningzhu narrowed her fox-like eyes and pulled her into the courtyard. The old woman, who was spitting as she spoke, stopped abruptly when she caught sight of the two of them.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at the two of them.

The two women had graceful figures and snow-white skin.

His murky eyes darted around, flashing with a sinister light. He scanned the two of them from head to toe, as if he were appraising merchandise; his blatant scheming was undisguised and made people very uncomfortable.

"Are you the benefactors they're talking about?"

At this moment, Zhao Meihua had been helped to her feet by the father and son. Her bruised and deformed face was full of guilt as she limped and struggled toward Shen Ningzhu.

"Child, it's all my fault. They stole your luggage, what are we going to do? Now, they're even going to steal Dazhuang's only life-saving medicine, waah—"

Shen Ningzhu and Liu Zhiyi were greatly surprised.

Inside were their two changes of clothes, along with some delicate jewelry, cosmetics, and face powder.

Fortunately, they kept their money pouches and banknotes close to their bodies, otherwise they would have suffered a huge loss. But even so, they couldn't let their things go to others for nothing.

They shamelessly took it from the Shen family. In order to survive in this cannibalistic ancient world, they abandoned their face and self-respect, only to have this old hag benefit from it.

Thinking about this makes me furious.

Don't think about it.

Shen Ningzhu stepped forward slowly with a cold face, raised her arm, and with a loud "slap," the old woman's face was instantly twisted, half of her face became red and swollen in the blink of an eye, and a trace of blood left at the corner of her mouth.

This slap shocked everyone.

Who would have thought that such a delicate and frail woman could be so decisive and ruthless? Just by listening to that sound, you can tell how much force she used.

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Old Mrs. Shen had dominated Tianshui Village for many years, and was undefeated in fights and cursing. But today, in front of the whole village, she was beaten by a mere immature little girl. Where could she put her old face now?

He suddenly let out a loud "Awooo!"

With all his might, he rammed his head into Shen Ningzhu, shouting, "I'll kill you, you little wench! How dare you hit an old woman like me! I'll tear you apart!"

Shen Ningzhu crossed her arms and calmly turned to the side.

With a "thud," Old Mrs. Shen couldn't stop in time and fell flat on her face, making a sound like a pig being slaughtered.

Those around couldn't help but burst out laughing. For decades, this old woman had been a penny-pincher, often stealing small things. Who in the village hadn't had their vegetable garden stolen by her?

She was shameless, throwing tantrums and making a scene. Everyone thought it was better to avoid trouble, so they refrained from arguing with her, but they were still angry with her.

Today, finally someone has taken care of this troublemaker. They may not say it, but they are all very happy inside.

Grandma Shen fell and got a bruised and swollen face. She sat up abruptly, kicking her feet and slapping her thighs, crying loudly.

"Third brother, are you dead? Are you just going to stand by and watch your mother be bullied like this?"

"You coward, why don't you hurry up and kill this little hussy to avenge your mother?"

Shen Dashan's eyes were red-rimmed. He pointed to the string of medicine packets in Old Lady Shen's arms, his whole body trembling as he said:

"Mom, we can talk about it later. Give me back my medicine first. Dazhuang is going to die if he doesn't drink it soon."

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Shen's eyes, no bigger than mung beans, flashed with a venomous light. She quickly stuffed the medicine into her bosom and cursed:

"It would be better if we died. We farmers are born with muddy legs and cheap lives. Who doesn't get through illness like this? If you can endure it, you endure it; if you can't, you die."

It's all fate, but he was born too delicate?

"He dares to drink such expensive medicine? Does he really think he's some rich young master from the city? Three taels of silver a packet? If you ask me, why doesn't he just die?"

The villagers nearby all pointed and gossiped about it.

"Tsk tsk, is Dazhuang really her grandson? I've never seen such a vicious grandmother, actually cursing her grandson to die."

"The poor Da Shan family are all honest and simple people, and they have been tortured to this extent."

"Speaking of which, there used to be a Xue'er who could stand up to Granny Shen, but unfortunately she was someone else's adopted child. Now that her parents have sent people to find her, from now on, this family of buns will probably be devoured by the wolves and tigers of the Shen family."

"What can we do? This dynasty values ​​filial piety the most. That old bastard is disrespectful to his elders because of his seniority and has done all sorts of bad things. But with the word 'filial piety' pressing down on him, Shen Dashan has no choice but to comply."

……

Shen Dashan felt incredibly distressed, and with bloodshot eyes, he said:

“Mother, how can you be so heartless? For so many years, all the dirty and hard work in the house has been done by our third branch, while the benefits have always gone to the first and second branches.”

To maintain harmony within the family, I didn't say anything.

When Dazhuang fell ill, you didn't contribute a single penny, and even kicked our whole family out, refusing to share any food with us. We tolerated all of that. Now, you're even trying to take away the life-saving medicine we borrowed money to buy for our child.

"Are you trying to drive my whole family to their deaths?!"

Liu Zhiyi thought of Shen Dazhuang, who was half-dead on the bed, and then looked at the old woman in front of her, and frowned anxiously.

He decided to cut to the chase and kicked Old Lady Shen over, then snatched the medicine packet and handed it to Shen Erzhuang.

"Go and prepare the medicine; leave this to me."

They were all related to this old woman by blood, but Liu Zhiyi was not. Moreover, Shen Ningzhu had already returned the indenture to her after leaving the Shen residence.

Now all she needs to do is find a place to settle down; no matter how you look at it, the concept of "filial piety" won't weigh on her.

Shen Erzhuang, who had just picked up the wooden stick but hadn't even had a chance to use it yet: "..."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Caught off guard, Old Mrs. Shen was kicked to the ground and lay there in a daze for a while. After she came to her senses, she frantically got up and tried to hit Liu Zhiyi, but Shen Ningzhu kicked her in the shin.

Her household registration hasn't been returned to the Shen family yet, so she's not considered a true member of the Shen family, but she's not afraid.

Liu Zhiyi cooperated perfectly, grabbing her hair bun and pulling it back hard.

"You old hag, I've put up with you for far too long."

They were truly best friends; they looked at each other and smiled simultaneously.

Old Mrs. Shen kept making loud "howling" noises.

"Aaaaah—Third brother, are you dead? You just let these two unknown bastards bully your parents? God, I don't want to live anymore."

My old woman raised her son with great difficulty, feeding him every drop of urine and feces, and he's so unfilial, helping outsiders bully me..."

"Shut up--"

Shen Ningzhu slapped him.

As he approached Old Lady Shen, he extended his right hand.

"give me back."

Its exquisitely shaped fox eyes were now veiled in a thin layer of frost, brimming with a dangerous aura. A powerful sense of oppression washed over them, the unique authority of someone in a superior position.

Old Mrs. Shen couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.