An Minghua shouted loudly: "You are talking nonsense, my father is not a bastard, he is the biological son of my grandparents.
My grandpa and grandma have known each other for a long time. At that time, my grandma was sold to her family because she didn’t have a dowry. No, my grandma didn’t buy a wife. She just said that my father was my grandpa’s biological son anyway, so
, my father is not a bastard, and I am not the son of a bastard! Let alone a bastard!"
He didn't know that he had accidentally revealed the secret of his grandparents.
Listening to An Minghua's incoherent words, Xiaohong suddenly realized in her heart: "Ah, so your grandma is a wife buyer? Then why did he come to my grandfather again? I know that your grandma is a runaway wife!"
Haha, it turns out that you are a grandson who bought a wife. You also said that I am a slave, and buying a wife is a slave. You are a slave who ran away from his wife, and you are a slave at the root!"
"You are talking nonsense. My grandma is not a runaway wife. If you bully me, I will tell my grandma to go." An Minghua burst into tears.
As soon as he cried, Xiaohong took the opportunity to break free from his hand, then pushed Zichun and Xiulong away, and rushed towards Ma Wenpo's house deep in the alley.
An Minghua picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Xiaohong angrily.
Xiaohong heard the wind behind her and wanted to get out of the way, but she tripped and threw herself forward.
Normally, if she had stumbled, she would have only needed to run forward a few steps to stand still, but now the stone was hitting her, and because she threw forward, she changed the part where the stone hit her.
The stone that was originally meant to hit her in the back of her heart hit her on the back of her head.
She groaned and fell down. The gift she was holding also fell to the ground.
An Minghua was frightened when he saw Xiaohong being knocked to the ground by a stone from him, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
He said: "It wasn't me. It wasn't me who smashed it. She fell down on her own."
After that, he picked up the gift that Xiaohong had carried in his hand and ran away.
Originally I wanted to take off her cotton-padded clothes, but now I don't dare anymore.
An Zichun and An Xiulong looked at each other: An Xiaohua was clearly hit by An Minghua, but he said that if she fell by herself, he didn't know whether she would die.
An Zichun wanted to go up and have a look, but Anxula held him back: "Don't look, what if she happens to wake up and catch us?"
Although the two were taller and fatter, they were only eleven or twelve years old. Although they usually followed An Shunhua to do bad things, they never killed anyone. After all, they were still afraid of gaining the upper hand, so they followed An Minghua.
He ran away from behind, leaving a little girl who didn't know whether she was alive or dead in the alley.
On the other side, Xiaonian went to find Chen Wenpo, but met the stepmother, second uncle and second aunt on the street who were coming to town to buy supplies for the night.
The second aunt Luo Shi pointed at Xiaonian: "Hey, mother-in-law, look, isn't that a calf? We haven't seen her for a few months, but why does she look so white and fat, like the person in the painting?"
As she spoke, she peeked at her mother-in-law's face. She expected that her mother-in-law would be unhappy if she said this, and if her mother-in-law was unhappy, the little boy would be in trouble.
Xiaonian's step-grandmother, Mrs. Wang, squinted her eyes and looked at Xiaonian: "It's that scoundrel."
When she was at home, An Xiaoniu was skinny and dry, but now that she has sold her and become a slave, she is getting longer and longer, like a young boy walking out of a painting.
On the contrary, her own grandson An Minghua was far different from him, so it was strange that she felt comfortable!