Fang Ping'er nodded. Last night, Zhang Xiaofeng's aunt hurriedly came to deliver the news. After listening to it, she seemed to be talking about recruiting an embroiderer.
But normally, the other party should discuss this matter with Zhang Xiaofeng. Why did they find her?
Fang Ping'er felt a mixture of surprise and fear, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
Shen Qingqing could see the worry in her heart at a glance, and said sincerely: "Don't doubt it, I just came to ask you to be an embroiderer. I also know the twists and turns between you and your cousin."
She lowered her voice and asked softly: "Miss Fang, do you want to use the needle and thread in your hand to make a bright future for yourself? If you want, come with me."
Fang Ping'er looked at her eyes as bright and hot as the sun, her heart beating faster and faster. She opened her mouth blankly, her voice full of doubt: "Can I do it?"
She, a woman who only knows how to hold an embroidery needle, has the ability to change her life?
Shen Qingqing nodded solemnly, "Okay."
Fang Ping'er took a breath and said a little incoherently: "But, but I can't leave with you. What will happen to my brother if I leave? He is only six years old and can't take care of himself at all."
Shen Qingqing held her hand, and the moment their palms overlapped, her nervous heart that she didn't know how to rest seemed to have found support.
Shen Qingqing's voice was clear, like a gust of refreshing wind, blowing away the dark clouds above her head, "Then take your brother with you to Yanghua Village, and I will help you find a place to live."
Fang Ping'er blinked and looked down at Fang Youcai, who couldn't wait to say: "I do! Sister, as long as I don't get beaten, I'm willing to go anywhere!"
"Fang Ping'er, you are indeed the one behind this!" Zhang Xiaofeng, who was out for a walk after lunch, saw the three people hiding behind the haystack and immediately turned around and shouted: "Mom, come out quickly, Fang Ping'er, you little bitch, is here again!"
You're talking bad about me!"
"Here we come!" Zhang's mother didn't even bother to eat. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and rushed out aggressively.
At this time, Fang Ping'er calmed down, "Youcai, call the village chief over. No, the more people you call, the better."
Fang Youcai nodded quickly and ran away along the path.
She turned her head to look at Shen Qingqing again, with a look of desperate determination on her face: "Madam, if things come true today, I will go with you!"
From now on, it’s just a matter of living under someone else’s roof!
Shen Qingqing shook her hand vigorously, "It will happen, it will definitely happen!"
Fang Ping'er laughed, walked out of the haystack resolutely, and walked towards Zhang Xiaofeng and her daughter. Her legs were still lame, but her spine was straight.
In the past four years, it has never been so straightforward.
"That's right, I'm the one behind it."
"I told everyone that those embroideries were made by me, Fang Ping'er, and that Zhang Xiaofeng, who has a great reputation, is a loser who can't even hold a needle!"
Zhang Xiaofeng was so angry that she jumped three feet in the air. He grabbed her hair and slapped her face, "Bitch, shut up! Don't talk nonsense, you are a waste!"
"Xiaofeng, you can't hit! Ping'er is your sister. Even if she is at fault first, you can't do anything to her!"
Mother Zhang glanced at Shen Qingqing, pretended to rush forward to stop her daughter, and asked in a low voice: "Who is that woman?"
Zhang Xiaofeng cried hard, "She is the person Yanghua Village wants to hire the embroiderer. Mom, don't stop me, I'm going to tear this bitch's mouth apart. If it weren't for her, how could I be embarrassed in front of so many people?"
"Silly boy, calm down first. This matter can still turn around. Everything will be decided by mother."
Mother Zhang patted the back of her hand and gave her a comforting look. Then she walked up to Fang Ping'er, pinched her arm hard, and threatened in a low voice: "If you still want to stay in the Zhang family, just do it."
I have my say, otherwise I will make you walk around without food."
Fang Ping'er sneered, and that sinister smile made Zhang's mother's heart skip a beat, "Does Aunt want me to tell that lady that everything I told her before was false and that I was jealous of my sister?"
Talented, he deliberately made up lies to slander her. Isn’t that right, my good aunt?"
"Isn't it?" Mother Fang asked confidently: "My Xiaofeng is hard-working and capable, and has a good craft, but you are as stupid as a pig. No one is willing to marry you even after you are nineteen years old. Aren't you jealous and resentful?"
Fang Ping'er didn't give in: "Since my sister is so good, let her compete with me in embroidery, cooking, and laundry... Let's see who the person who is as stupid as a pig is!"
"You little bitch, I think you've really had enough!" Zhang's mother was so angry that she didn't even care about her face. She grabbed Fang Ping'er's hair and dragged her into the courtyard.
Then Fang Ping'er's suppressed cries and the Zhang family's mother and daughter's scoldings rang out in the room. Shen Qingqing's fists were heard, but she couldn't step forward to help. As soon as she intervened, Fang Ping'er's plan was ruined.
It feels so frustrating to see the garbage and not be able to hit it.
Fortunately, Fang Youcai quickly led the village chief and a group of villagers over. The people in the house were so engrossed in the fight that when the courtyard door was kicked open, the broom and whip were still in their hands.
Fang Ping'er reacted very quickly. When the courtyard door opened, she immediately rushed to the village head on her feet and cried hoarsely: "Uncle, village chief, uncle and aunt, save me! I'm going to be beaten to death by them."
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Although the people in the village didn't like Fang Ping'er, who was lazy and delicious, they couldn't bear to stand by and watch her look miserable when she was covered in blood.
An aunt came forward to help her up, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be impatient. What happened? Let's talk slowly."
Fang Ping'er turned to look at Zhang's mother and said bitterly: "My aunt is a liar and a robber! I embroidered those handkerchiefs, wedding dresses, and sachets, but she didn't let me tell anyone. She took care of everything.
All the fame has gone to Zhang Xiaofeng!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole courtyard was in an uproar.
Someone was surprised: "Is there such a thing? She always says that she treats her nephews and nieces better than her biological daughter. Is this why?"
Fang Ping'er laughed sarcastically and said to herself: "She won't let me get married. Every time someone comes to propose marriage, she will find a way to break it up. She just wants to lock me in the house forever and sell my embroidery for money."
Provide for her whole family!”
"My family had dinner, but Youcai and I couldn't serve it. We could only eat the leftovers they had. If there was no leftovers, we would be hungry. Poor Youcai had to follow me outside to chew wild vegetables at a young age."
"Look at my arms, my face..." She raised her hand and touched the scars on her face, shedding tears silently. "Every time they encounter trouble, they beat me and scold me. In this situation today, every time
It will be staged every few days."
She rolled up her sleeves with trembling hands, revealing the intertwined blue and red scars on her arms. The sight of the whip marks oozing with blood was frightening.
"Oh my God, you beat a little girl like this. Is she still a human being?"
Someone asked Zhang's mother angrily: "If you don't want to support them, just say it. Why are you not afraid of retribution when you say you are willing to teach others?" This chapter has been completed!