Jiang Zhen turned a deaf ear to Mrs. Jiang's scolding, but once again he clearly realized the status of Boss Jiang in this family.

If Boss Jiang is idle and lazy, he will not be surprised by his family's rejection of Jiang Zhen, but in fact, most of the physical work in this family is done by Boss Jiang.

In the past two years, Boss Jiang has always felt sore all over his body and he was so heavy that he couldn't cheer up anything he did. However, at the request of his parents, he still worked in the fields all day long. He never spoke or communicated with others. He lived a hard and confused life. The only comfort was the occasional "Brother" that Jiang Xiaomei occasionally called out, giving him some attention.

"You bastard..." Old Mrs. Jiang was still cursing, but Jiang Zhen suddenly stepped forward, sat down at the table, then took the chopsticks and started eating.

"Who promised you to have dinner?" Old Mrs. Jiang was already angry, and she became even more angry when she saw Jiang Zhen sitting at the table.

By the way, Boss Jiang has always been not allowed to eat on the table. Often, everyone has finished eating. He eats some leftovers while washing dishes. Occasionally, there is no leftovers, so he can only be hungry.

Fortunately, when cooking with an iron pot, there is always a hard and unpalatable layer of pot crumbs. This layer of pot crumbs prevents Boss Jiang from being starved.

Jiang Zhen just thought that he could not hear Mrs. Jiang and picked up food in big mouthfuls with chopsticks. He didn't take a rice bowl, so he kept eating vegetables. Because his body had not recovered, he dared not eat too much meat, so he only ate half-meat and half-vegetarian dishes.

But this made Old Mrs. Jiang unable to stand it anymore. She stood up and snatched the bowls and chopsticks from Jiang Zhen’s hand: “This dish is to be kept for tomorrow. Who promises you to eat it?”

As he said that, the thin old lady Jiang stood up and took a broom from the side and was about to hit Jiang Zhen.

When Old Mrs. Jiang stood up, Jiang Zhen stood up. He took the big bowl of Mrs. Jiang containing two chicken legs, pulled a large bowl of rice from the rice bucket next to him and put it in, piled up the bowls.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Jiang Laoer frowned when he saw that Boss Jiang actually took the chicken legs for his son. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Zhen then holding the bowl in one hand and grabbing the corner of the table with the other, and overturning the table directly.

The wooden Eight Immortals Table fell to the ground, and several porcelain bowls on the table were broken, while the dishes were mixed into a ball on the ground.

Jiang Xiaomei was holding chopsticks in one hand and chicken wings in the other. She was stunned. Old Man Jiang, who was sitting opposite Boss Jiang, was the first to be overturned. Her clothes were covered with oily vegetable soup and were so angry that she couldn't speak. Even Old Mrs. Jiang, who was about to beat someone with a broom, was stunned.

Boss Jiang has always been quiet. They all thought that he would probably be beaten without saying a word, but he never thought...

"You killed this day, you dared to overturn the table. You turned you back!" Old Mrs. Jiang took a broom and rushed towards Jiang Zhen. There were a lot of good ingredients in the table of dishes, and now half of them were ruined by such a fall. The dishes were broken a lot. She felt so distressed that she couldn't breathe.

Boss Jiang would stand and beat her, but Jiang Zhen would not. He held the big bowl with two chicken legs and a bowl of rice, and threw away Mrs. Jiang and entered the Jiang family's warehousing room in a few steps, which was also the residence of Boss Jiang.

"Bastard, you're in a bad mood!" Old Mrs. Jiang chased after him and was about to go into the storage room to beat someone. However, Jiang Zhen had already tied the door bolt inside, so where could Old Mrs. Jiang get in?

But she couldn't get in, but she could curse people outside. Every word of cursing popped out of her mouth without interruption, as if the one in the room was not her son, but the enemy who killed her whole family.

But in fact, Jiang Zhene had never harmed her.

When Old Man Jiang went to join the army, he had nothing to do with Boss Jiang. Even if she hadn't given birth to Boss Jiang and had a son, she might have been stolen by the uncle of the Jiang family after he had been in the military for five years.

Later, Mrs. Jiang's life was getting better and better, and she was even more inseparable from Mrs. Jiang. Boss Jiang wanted her mother to be kind to her, but she was obedient to Mrs. Jiang and did all kinds of work.

Listening to the sound outside, Jiang Zhen felt a sense of depression, making him inevitably become irritable.

With a sneer, Jiang Zhen took out a machete from the warehousing room and took a few steps forward to open the door.

"Little beast..." Old Mrs. Jiang saw the door open, opened her mouth and cursed, and then stopped abruptly.

There was a knife, a big knife, facing her face, shining with a dark light in the darkness, looking murderous. If she rushed forward soon, she might be cut by the knife.

"Call me, keep scolding, come on!" Jiang Zhen took the knife and sneered and took a step forward.

Old Mrs. Jiang subconsciously shrank her neck and retreated, looking at Jiang Zhen as if she had seen a ghost: "You, you..."

"If you have the ability, please continue to scold me. Believe it or not, I will kill you!" Jiang Zhen looked at Old Mrs. Jiang with a very ruthless look. He actually advocated violence. When he first retired from the army, he bullied him with a little blind eye. He always had the urge to cut off other people's neck. Speaking of which, it was really a pity for the psychologist and the army that had never been able to kill civilians and had to protect the people's brainwashing education that prevented him from becoming a murderer, and even lost his life to save people.

Old Mrs. Jiang was very arrogant at home, but she didn't dare to use a knife with others. At this moment, she saw Jiang Zhen holding the knife and looking fierce, her legs couldn't help trembling, and then her legs became weak and she collapsed to the ground. For some reason, she felt that her son was really going to kill her.

This little beast!

"You'd better not bother me!" Jiang Zhen waved the knife in his hand, snorted coldly and returned to the room, and then threw the door up with a "bang", leaving only the Jiang family outside looking at his door in shock.

This... this... is this person still the honest boss Jiang?

Old man Jiang is a butcher and is very strong. He was covered with dishes just now. He wanted to teach his eldest son a lesson, but after seeing the knife and hearing the cold voice of his son, he didn't dare to move.

Jiang Laoer, his wife Huang and Jiang Xiaomei were even more afraid to move, and they all stood stupidly.

"That bastard..." Old Mrs. Jiang was still shocked, but she started to curse. After cursing, she couldn't help but tremble.

"Ahem, okay, today is the wedding night of the third brother's wedding. Let's stop arguing, so as not to let the third brother's wife laugh." Old man Jiang said, looking at his second son again: "Chengcai, you and your wife go back to the room. There is such a big stir, don't wake Yuan Wen."

Old Man Jiang gave Old Mrs. Jiang a step forward, and the shocked old Mrs. Jiang followed.

She was so angry that she wanted to beat her eldest son hard, but what happened just now still scared her.

I will go and clean up the bastard tomorrow! Old Mrs. Jiang got up from the ground and felt distressed when she saw the mess in the main hall. She hurriedly greeted Jiang Xiaomei: "Little sister, little sister! Go and pick up those vegetables, especially meat, you can still eat them even if you wash it!"

The Jiang family is considered a wealthy family in Hexi Village, but they cannot afford brick and tile houses. Their houses are tamped firmly with mud. Although beams and tiles are laid on the top, the ground is still mud. The vegetables fall on the mud and cannot be eaten without washing.

"There are only a few bowls in the family, and several of them broke at once. Why doesn't the debt collector die?" Old Mrs. Jiang felt a thrill when she saw a few pieces of the porcelain bowl.

Jiang Xiaomei is usually very popular at home, but she dared not say a word at this time. She silently packed up the food that she could still eat and fed the pigs with the food that she couldn't eat. She followed Mrs. Jiang for most of the time and washed the dishes before going to bed.

The Jiang family went to bed, and there was no movement outside, and Jiang Zhen could finally sleep peacefully.

He drove Mrs. Jiang away just now and after entering the house and tied the door bolt, he collapsed on the ground - his body was really useless.

It is urgent to take care of your health.

There is no bed in this custard room, but there are many straws piled up in the corner, and there is Boss Jiang’s bed.

The land in Jiangnan is fertile, and every household grows rice. Except for the Zhao family who are too poor, they have to eat sweet potatoes every day to fill their stomachs. Generally, they only have rice and two rice porridge, and the firewood they use to cook is mainly straw.

The Zhao family has a lot of land and straw. Boss Jiang dug a hole in the straw pile in the Jiang family's storage room and moved in. He would not be frozen, but it was a bit uncomfortable to sleep like this.

Jiang Zhen has the memory of Boss Jiang. After returning to the Jiang family, he wanted to take the bed of Mr. Jiang, Jiang, to sleep. After all, Mrs. Jiang would not treat him badly. Their bed would definitely be comfortable sleeping, but he still didn't do that, for nothing else, just because Boss Jiang had a knife in the custard room where he lived, and now, he needs to have enough deterrence.

Old Man Jiang is a butcher. He has two knives in his hand. One is a sharp knife that stabs the pig's neck. It is less than a foot wide but only two fingers wide. The other is a machete that can cut off pig's bones. It is very thick and similar to an axe. This knife is the one that Jiang Zhen used to scare people before.

Jiang Zhen got into the pile of thatched trees, put his knife next to him, and fell asleep again until the light shone through the window paper, and finally woke up.

After sleeping all night, Jiang Zhen felt much more relaxed and stronger. He came out of the straw hole where he had put on a few torn clothes, and slowly ate the bowl of rice he had taken before he overturned the table yesterday.

The ancient rice was not as clean as in later generations, but the rice from the Jiang family was relatively good. On the one hand, Jiang Lao Er and Jiang Lao San did not like to eat rice that was thrusting. On the other hand, the Jiang family raised a few pigs, and rice bran was just enough to be used to feed pigs.
Chapter completed!