Chapter 3 The Poor Jingle
Swallowing with difficulty, Jiang Nuanzhi took two tentative steps in,
until he saw the fierce big dog tied in the corner. Black dog, the hanging heart finally died.
In the memory of the original owner, this was her dog, following her cheap son every day.
Seeing that it was getting dark, she took her child into the house without caring about anything else.
The cold wind seemed to follow her through the door, and it was three points colder than outside. Jiang Nuanzhi trembled unconsciously.
Looking closely, you can see that this house is lower than the ground. This is probably a unique local way of building houses, presumably to resist the cold.
Go down three steps and enter the house.
One of the three houses collapsed, the ground was covered with dirt, and no one seemed to clean it up.
Jiang Nuanzhi walked around the kitchen and the bedroom where several people lived on the right.
The kitchen had a stove and a rickety-looking table. A few broken stools.
There is a heated kang in the bedroom. There is a box on the kang. Several wooden boards on the ground are supported by stones. There are some daily sundries and a few clean animal skins placed on them. There is nothing else.
Jiang Nuanzhi threw the only quilt he could see on the fire bed, put the little girl down first, and wrapped her in the quilt.
There was no firewood in the kang, so it was very cold.
The window paper also had holes, big and small, letting in the cool breeze.
They are really poor, and I don’t know how these people survive the winter.
"It's okay, take your time. When you make money, just build a house. Build a villa!"
In the dark, the house looked a bit eerie, Jiang Nuanzhi While comforting myself, I fumbled and found the candle.
It’s just that she tried the flint several times and failed to light it. When she was frowning and studying the flint carefully, she suddenly heard a faint female voice coming from behind
"Jiang Fat Ya"< br>
Jiang Nuanzhi looked back and saw a woman in white appearing in the room. She turned pale and said, "Ah, ghost!"
Almost subconsciously, she threw the stone in her hand. !
The "female ghost" was beaten head-on by her.
Then, Jiang Nuanzhi watched the female ghost get up again.
The female ghost was obviously furious and roared: "Damn it, Fatty Jiang, how dare you hit me!"
"Why did you fool around outside until now?"
"Do you know that the second young master has been hungry all day because of you?"
Bang!
The female ghost's words were interrupted by Jiang Nuanzhi's sap. She rolled her eyes again and fell straight down.
Jiang Nuanzhi threw away the fire stick in his hand, patted his fleshy little hands, and said in confusion: "This damn ghost looks strangely familiar."
"Die! Fat! You dare to hit me!!!"
The sound of gnashing teeth came from behind again, and the familiar female ghost stood up again.
Jiang Nuanzhi knelt down and picked up the stick, holding it in his hand eager to try it.
The female ghost's initial arrogance disappeared without a trace after seeing the stick.
She swallowed, looked at the big stick, and subconsciously stepped back.
"Hey! Don't come over! I am...ah!"
The "Female Ghost" accidentally tripped over the threshold while retreating, and fell straight down again. She tilted her head, rolled her eyes, and fainted again. .
Twitched twice, and spit out a string of foam from the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at the stick in his hand.
“Well, you really don’t blame me.”
Jiang Nuanzhi looked at this face carefully and suddenly realized!
Oh, I remembered it! This is Chuntao, the second young master's first-class maid, the original owner's former colleague and competitor.
He is a man of means. He treats the original owner like a cow and a horse every day, and lets the original owner do all the dirty work. He follows and takes all the credit. The original owner seemed to be very afraid of her.
Jiang Nuanzhi took a closer look and saw that her nose was bleeding. After all, out of veterinary humanitarianism, she stepped forward to help her deal with it.
Then, he pulled her feet up and prepared to throw her out and lie down. However, at this time, a man's arrogant shout came from behind.
“Jiang Fat Ya, get out of here!”
“Look at your little bastard, how dare you steal the second young master’s eggs.”
“You won’t do it today. Give me an explanation, and I will expose this matter to the Second Young Master!"
"Hey, Jiang Fatty, do you hear what I'm talking to you? Don't hide in there and pretend...ah! ”
The clamor turned to screaming.
Still a very frightening scream.
“Ah ah ah, murder!”
“Kill, kill, kill, Jiang Fatya, you, you, you.”
Jiang Nuanzhi: “.”
Speaking of which, she still wanted to see how arrogant he looked just now, and she didn't know if he could recover.
Reluctantly, she let go of the woman's calf she was holding, frowned and rubbed the blood on her hand against the woman's body. Turned around and walked out the door.
One glance at the man who fell to the ground and peed his pants in fear.
Jiang Nuanzhi raised his eyebrows, the second young master and the two henchmen are all here?
Lying in the room is his personal maid Chuntao. This is obviously his bookboy Ah Fu.
However, looking at his virtue, Jiang Nuanzhi pinched his nose unconsciously.
"I said, primary school students know not to defecate in the open, are you too unhygienic?"
Ah Fu has not yet recovered, and pointed at Jiang Fatya with a trembling hand: "You, you, you killed Chuntao!"
Jiang Nuanzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him. When she saw the disgraced little boy whom she threw on the ground, she frowned and walked over.
In the memory of the original owner, this was her second son.
It is mentioned in the plot that this son is also a big shot. Later he became the licking dog of the fake rich heroine? He couldn't help but betrayed his brother. In the end, the big boss died. Later, he also became ordained and became a monk.
While reading the book, Jiang Nuanzhi felt that the plot was quite good.
Now she only has one question, is dog licking a special family specialty of her family?
Tsk tsk, one or two, love brains have taken root?
Jiang Nuanzhi unconsciously became curious about their missing biological father. What kind of father can teach such children?
It seems that the vision needs to be corrected.
"Hey, boy, did someone hit you?"
After calming down, she poked his swollen face.
The Li family's waiter's eyes were red, and tears were running down his swollen and cracked cheeks, but he stubbornly held his neck and said nothing.
"Did he hit him?" Jiang Nuanzhi pointed to Ah Fu not far away.
Li Xiaoer still pursed his lips and said nothing.
It’s not that he doesn’t feel aggrieved, but he knows that it’s useless to talk to this bad woman.
He didn’t steal the egg. It was his chicken, and it was given to that second young master by that bad woman!
She also took away the money left by her father and bought food for her second young master.
There is also this book boy who often beats himself and says that his father is dead. The bad woman never helps herself, but always obeys the bookboy.
She also wants to sell the three siblings to live in her daydreams!
After saying that, he spit hard on Jiang Nuanzhi's face.
"When my father comes back, I will never let you go!"
Jiang Nuanzhi wiped his face, rolled his eyes and picked up the naughty kid.
The little baby is like a cub, struggling crazily.
Jiang Nuanzhi hugged him tightly. Seeing that he was about to spit again, he pressed his head against the little guy.
"Boy, spitting is not a good habit. Apart from irritating the other party, it will not cause any physical damage."
(End of this chapter)