Chapter 113 I raised my husband in ancient times (2)
In front of him stood a woman in coarse linen clothes, with her hair in a woman's bun and a wooden hairpin.
Behind the woman, people were coming and going, all dressed in gray cotton and linen, with long hair standing high, holding rattan baskets, shouting and buying.
Jiang Tang blinked. The woman standing in front of her couldn't wait any longer. She threw the basket on the chopping board and pointed at Jiang Tang's nose and said loudly.
"Jiang Tang, are you deaf or mute?! I want you to save the pig fat for me!!"
The woman has a fierce attitude and is overbearing and arrogant.
Before Jiang Tang could accept the message from the original owner, Banban's electronic voice reminded her.
"Your sister-in-law, Mrs. Jiang."
A smile immediately appeared on Jiang Tang's face.
"Sister-in-law, please tell me if you have something to say."
Mrs. Jiang saw that Jiang Tang finally reacted, and then she calmed down and threw the basket in her hand arrogantly.
"Put ten pounds of fat in it, and put in the fat I asked you to save yesterday. Hurry! Your brother is waiting for me to come home and cook!"
Jiang Tang still smiled, looking at the bamboo basket in front of him without moving.
In her mind, Banban passed the information over, and in ten seconds, she knew all the information about the original owner.
The original owner, Jiang Tang, was nineteen years old, a professional butcher, naive, reckless, and inflexible. She was a well-known older girl in Xiaodong Village. Her parents had died, leaving only a brother who was three years older than her, and a sister-in-law.
She has been dependent on her brother since she was a child. She regards him as her god and relies on her terrifying brute strength to kill pigs to support the family. All the money she earns every month is given to her brother and sister-in-law for safekeeping. When she returns home every day, she has to help her brother and sister-in-law take care of the three children at home. acres of thin fields.
Jiang Tang's elder brother, Jiang Bao, is idle and lazy, and his sister-in-law, Jiang, is overbearing, arrogant and unreasonable. They sit at home every day, relying on Jiang Tang to earn a lot of money every month, and live a happy life.
Before the death of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, three acres of land was inherited by Jiang Bao. Jiang Bao never cared about it and let Jiang Tang work as a cow and a horse, killing pigs and setting up stalls during the day and tending to the fields at night. Relying on Jiang Tang's brute force, Jiang Bao became one of the few rich farmers in Xiaodong Village. After paying enough taxes, he left more grain than others could produce from five acres.
Seeing this, Jiang Tang looked at the fat and pale Jiang in front of him, with a sneer on his lips.
Ms. Jiang felt that something was not right with Jiang Tang today. Normally, if he saw her angry, this fool would have cut the meat and handed it to her.
But today, Jiang Tang remained motionless, his black eyes staring straight at her, as if they had hooks, which made her break out in a cold sweat for no reason.
"You...what are you looking at?! Damn girl, believe it or not, I asked your brother to beat you!"
"Hit me?"
Jiang Tang laughed so hard that he gritted his teeth and slowly picked up the basket in front of him. With a little force on his palm, the strong bamboo basket exploded and turned into a ball of slag in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Ms. Jiang's legs trembled slightly, but with her heartache and anger towards the bamboo basket, she picked up the butcher's knife on the chopping board and stabbed Jiang Tang's hand hard.
Jiang Tang had sharp eyes and quick hands. Before the knife fell, he grabbed Jiang's wrist and exerted force with his five fingers.
"Ah——!!"
The pig-killing knife fell with a clang. Jiang Tang held the handle of the knife with one free hand and pointed the sharp blade at Jiang's mouth.
"Believe it or not, I will cut off your stinky mouth and feed it to the dogs?"
Jiang's wrists had been pinched so much that they were deformed. She was howling like a pig being slaughtered, with tears and snot running down her face.
Jiang Tang's blade was an inch closer, and he pressed it in front of Mrs. Jiang, his voice was gloomy.
(End of chapter)