An inexplicable anger surged in the mistress's heart.
"Mei Cuiping, today, if you don't ask your family to pick up money-losing goods and admit their mistakes to my family, Xiaojun, I, Zhang Ruhua, will definitely not comply."
Seeing Zhang Ruhua squealing, she was about to rush to Mei Cuiping, when suddenly her foot slipped, followed by a thump, and then she screamed.
"Ouch, I fell to death."
In front of the village cadres, villagers and the Chu family, Zhang Ruhua fell to the ground.
Lu Feng looked at the mistress and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
The small stone at the feet of the evil old woman was clearly at the feet of the mistress just now.
No one else saw the little trick the mistress did just now, but he saw it clearly.
The mistress, who finds it troublesome to even talk to unrelated people, has frequently defended the Yun family and his grandson. It seems that the mistress likes them very much.
Seeing Zhang Ruhua fall to the ground, Mei Cuiping felt so happy. If she hadn't considered that her son was still engaged to the daughter of the old Wang family, she would have clapped her hands and applauded.
"Xiaojun, you don't want evil people to complain first. The skin of your Xiaojun's knee was broken. It was not caused by my Mianmian. It was your grandson who was as fat as a ball. He couldn't walk smoothly and fell. Last night
, your grandson wants to snatch my granddaughter’s paper lantern, and also calls my granddaughter a little beggar. I haven’t caused trouble for your old Wang family yet, but you have caused trouble for me first.”
As she said that, Mei Cuiping glanced at Yun Jianhua, the village party secretary who was walking towards this side.
"It just so happens that Party Secretary Yun is here, so we'll let Party Secretary Yun comment."
"Xiaojun's breast, Mianmian's breast, what are you arguing about? Aren't you afraid of Mrs. Chu's jokes?"
Yun Jianhua walked over with a dark face, and the whole family glared at him.
Only then did Mei Cuiping and Zhang Ruhua calm down.
"Uncle Party Secretary, don't blame my grandma. My grandma saw that I was being bullied, so she became anxious, wuwuwuwu."
Yun Jianhua felt someone was holding the hem of his coat, and when he looked down, he saw a small pink crying bag.
"It's all my fault, Uncle Party Secretary, if you want to scold me, scold me, don't scold my grandma, oooooooo."
Seeing the pink little girl crying so hard that her eyes were red and wet, Yun Jianhua felt so soft in his heart.
"Little girl, please stop crying. Uncle didn't blame your grandma."
Yun Jianhua heard what Mei Cuiping said just now, and the little girl next to him was two or three years younger than the little fat man from the old Wang family, and a lot shorter. He said that the little girl bullied the little fat man from the old Wang family and beat him to death.
Don't believe it either.
"Xiaojun, damn, if you continue to spoil Xiaojun like this, something bad will happen sooner or later."
"If nothing happens, go home quickly. Why are you gathering here to make trouble this early in the morning? There is no need to feed the chickens, ducks, and pigs at home."
Yun Jianhua scolded Zhang Ruhua angrily, and then waved his hands to disperse the villagers who were watching the excitement, including those from Lao Wang's family.
Seeing that Yun Jianhua was not getting any benefits here, Zhang Ruhua got up from the ground, patted her butt and planned to leave.
Cack-clack, click-clack!
Just when she took Wang Xiaojun's hand and took a step forward, a flower hen flew out of nowhere.
The flower hen clucked and clucked, flapping its wings like a charging chicken and pounced towards the old Wang family and the grandson. One flew up and landed on Zhang Ruhua's head. The chicken's claws caught it and Zhang Ruhua wrapped it around her.
The hair on the back of the head was pecked back and forth on Zhang Ruhua's head like a pointed chicken's beak.
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