Meng Changjin just came back from the outside with a hatchet in her hand. Originally, she just wanted to practice first, and after she had the power to physically persuade this big family, she would begin to fulfill the client's long-cherished wish. Others don't want to give her time.

Looking at the narrow and damp firewood house in front of me, and thinking about the client chopping firewood, cooking, and washing clothes in the icy river water every day, and this family sucks her blood, and the left is a god-killed girl, and the right is a dead girl. Meng Changjin had a gloomy breath in his chest, and he couldn't vomit at all.

The machete in her hand was slashed on the door frame by her force, and it wiped the face of the old lady who was leaning against the door, and embedded it into the wooden frame.

The swearing in the old lady's mouth stopped abruptly, and she was frightened by the cold light of the machete and temporarily lost her ability to speak.

When Meng Changjin came over, grabbed the wooden handle of the machete, and pulled the knife out of the door frame with a little force, the old lady Yu finally reacted from the shock of the knife swiping her face, and said sternly, "You, What do you want to do, I am your milk, and you are filial if you dare to hurt me!"

Meng Changjin's thin face, the corners of her mouth on both sides rose at the same time, she raised a hatchet, and said in a gloomy tone: "What is filial piety? I'm about to starve to death, what am I afraid of? !"

This body has been working since getting up in the morning, waiting for the pitiful meal at dinner every day. As soon as the old lady opened her mouth, she would not let her eat dinner. , even if not dead.

Therefore, Meng Changjin felt that there was nothing wrong with her saying that.

Of course, she didn't really intend to do this. It would be too cheap for the family to die like this, but that didn't mean she couldn't scare people.

If you want to treat her like a cow, and suck blood for this family, that's impossible.

"You, you, you, you god..." The old lady Yu wanted to curse subconsciously, her eyes touched the sharp blade of the hatchet, and the strangely raised corners of her mouth on both sides of Meng Changjin, and the old lady Yu cursed. Can't scold anymore.

The sound outside made Yu Jiaojiao who was hiding in the room resting, and the men of the Yu family came out to see the situation.

Seeing this scene, they were all terrified.

Meng Changjin looked away from the old lady Yu's face and swept across the faces that appeared within the line of sight.

Comparing the client's memory, match the faces with the identities in the memory.

Yu Laozi, Yu eldest, Yu Zhao's daughter-in-law, Dafang's son Yu Dashan; then the client's father; the client's third uncle; the third uncle's two five-year-old twin sons; The client's mother and third aunt who came out of the house; finally, in such a farmyard, wearing a pale pink dress, slim, not like a peasant girl's family group dotes on Jiaojiao.

After sweeping around, Meng Changjin withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and grabbed the front of old lady Yu's shirt, and put the hatchet on her shoulder.

"Let's continue to talk about filial piety. I work as a cow and a horse every day, but I eat the least and live the worst. I've had enough of these days. Let's all die together." Meng Changjin's tone was extraordinarily calm. , but with an unusually grim expression.

These words not only made the old lady Yu, who was holding the front of her clothes, tremble with fright, but also shocked the other people who came out to see the situation.

"No, I don't want to die, don't kill me..." After all, Mrs. Yu was an old farm lady, she didn't want to die, she still wanted to live well.

Seeing the grandma who loves her the most with a knife around her neck, Yu Jiaojiao had to say, "Sister, put down the knife first, grandma let you work for your own good."

"Yes, yes, I did that for your own good." Hearing what her precious granddaughter said, Mrs. Yu hurriedly spoke.

No matter what, the most important thing is to break free from this goddamn dead girl first.

Meng Changjin cast a cold gaze on Yu Jiaojiao, and asked in an unclear tone, "For my own good?"

"Yeah, grandma asked you to do these things so that you can live in your in-law's house better after you get married. Sister, you misunderstood grandma." Yu Jiaojiao had a shallow smile on her face, and her tone was gentle and gentle. of.

"Yes, yes, that's what Jiaojiao said, we are all for your own good." Mrs. Yu hurriedly agreed.

Meng Changjin's eyes swept across other people's faces one by one: "What about you? Are you also for my own good?"

"Yes, yes." Everyone nodded, but their expressions were different.

The corners of Meng Changjin's mouth turned up even more: "If that's the case, then how can I monopolize such benefits, I've enjoyed such benefits for ten years, and now you can enjoy it instead of your sister, otherwise how will you live with your husband's family? "

Meng Changjin deliberately emphasized the words "enjoyment".

How could Yu Jiaojiao be willing? She looked at the old lady timidly with a pitiful expression on her face.

She is a kind and beautiful girl, how can she refuse others, of course she needs others to help her refuse.

It's a pity that Mrs. Yu is now focusing all her attention on the hatchet beside her neck. She doesn't have time to observe her precious granddaughter's face, and naturally she won't help her refuse.

"Is my sister too moved to speak? Don't be too moved. From today onwards, you will come to live in the firewood house, cook, chop firewood, wash clothes, hunt hogweed, and feed pigs and chickens. "Meng Changjin said.

Yu Jiaojiao's mind reverberated with these four words it's all yours, it's all yours.

Thinking of the narrow and dark firewood room, cooking in the smoky stove, chopping firewood so exhausted that you are covered in stinky sweat, and the disgusting feces in the chicken sty, Yu Jiaojiao shook her head frantically: "No, don't. !"

Absolutely not, she doesn't want to be dirty and stinky and become a yellow-faced and skinny ugly girl like Yu Hanzhu!

"Why not, sister, I'm doing it for your own good, oh yes, there is only one dinner a day. For dinner, you can only eat a rice dumpling and a bowl of porridge with only a few grains of rice." Meng Changjin quietly He looked at Yu Jiaojiao with a calm tone.

Yu Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, and it was only now that she pitted herself.

Grandma doesn't speak for her now, so Yu Jiaojiao can only turn her attention to her grandfather, brother, father and mother, uncles and aunts.

It's a pity that the relatives who used to dote on her very much are silent and embarrassed now.

Meng Changjin didn't have the patience to wait for others to think slowly. She moved the hatchet closer to the old lady's neck and said calmly, "What do you think?"

No matter how old Mrs. Yu hurt her precious granddaughter, it would not be as good as her life, so she was so frightened by Meng Changjin, and hurriedly said: "Yes...Yes..."

Yu Jiaojiao gave in when she heard that her grandmother who hurt her the most, her face stiffened.