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Chapter 8 If you make trouble like this again, the village will not dare to take you in

"Ms. Qiao, did you bake this rabbit meat?" The old woman was close to Qiao Huaping, her little eyes full of shrewd calculations.

Qiao Huaping raised her eyebrows, feeling that this old woman's ability to find something to say was a bit low.

She didn't bake this rabbit meat. Did it fall from the sky?

"What's the matter with you?" Qiao Huaping asked straight to the point.

This old woman also has some impressions in the memory of the original owner.

Her surname is Xu. Her husband died when she was young. She raised her only son and lived in poverty.

As a result, a few years after the only son married his daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law couldn't stand the hard life, so she left the man and the children and ran away.

The only son was in a bit of a bad mental state.

Then the original owner married to Liujin Village. Somehow, the only son fell in love with Qiao Huaping, who had a large birthmark on his face. Especially after Qiao Huaping's man fell off a cliff and died, the only son became obsessed with Qiao Huaping, the little widow.

Got some ideas.

However, the original owner had no regard for such poor people as Mrs. Xu and her son, so she refused directly. The son couldn't bear it, so he left his wife and children behind, saying that he wanted to go out and do something big.

Looking at Qiao's screen, this guy left his wife and children and walked away irresponsibly. He talked about doing something big, but in fact he was avoiding his responsibilities.

This matter is a bad thing. It may have something to do with the original owner, but it really doesn't matter much. However, Mrs. Xu has been resenting Qiao Huaping ever since, and she always exchanges curses with the original owner several times from time to time.

At this moment, Mrs. Xu came with her grandson, and Qiao Huaping guessed that there was nothing good going on.

She simply asked directly.

Mrs. Xu licked her face and stretched out her hand: "You roast the rabbit very well. My grandson is hungry. Give me a rabbit leg."

Qiao Huaping couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Old guy, I think your face is thicker than your age."

Mrs. Xu was annoyed, and she started to curse again: "Ms. Qiao, you are such a coward! If it weren't for you, would Liang'er be able to leave? You bastard, you forced me, Liang'er, to leave. Shouldn't you keep me?"

Me and my grandson?! I asked you for a rabbit leg, they are all light!"

Qiao Huaping was simply amazed by Mrs. Xu's views.

Mrs. Xu's precious grandson, drooling at the corner of his mouth, ran towards the roasted rabbit stuck on the ground.

To be honest, Qiao Huaping considers herself not stingy.

If you were really nice and angry and came to her to ask for some rabbit meat, she wouldn't refuse to give it to you.

Especially children.

Qiao Huaping sacrificed her life to save children before, and she was not that stingy towards children.

But, it must be that she is willing to give it, not to rob it.

Qiao Huaping sat on a stone nearby and said loudly: "Yao Yao, protect our rabbit!"

Mei Qingyao jumped up and stepped forward, blocking the roast rabbit.

Mrs. Xu's precious golden grandson hit Mei Qingyao directly, bounced off, and fell to the ground, sobbing.

Mrs. Xu couldn't bear it anymore and hurriedly helped her precious grandson. Instead, she sat on the ground by herself, slapping her thighs and crying: "Oh, come on, someone is bullying me.

Old people and young people are going to kill someone!"

Although the place Qiao Huaping chose was a bit secluded, Mrs. Xu's cries were very penetrating. Soon, many villagers followed the sound and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Even the village chief came.

After all, it was the first day of fleeing famine, and the village chief didn't want to get into trouble as soon as he started on the road.

As a result, when the village chief saw that it was the Qiao family that was notorious in the village, he had a conflict with Mrs. Xu, and he couldn't help but have a headache.

Mrs. Xu was still acting up on the ground: "Village chief, you come to judge, this old woman is old, and Mrs. Qiao will do it when she says it. From now on, she will not be able to beat and kill me!"

Mrs. Xu's eldest grandson was also crying and pointing at Qiao Huaping: "She bullies grandma! Bad guy!"

Then he pointed at Mei Qingyao: "He even beat me!"

Mei Qingyao was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick, and her fists were clenched!

This naughty kid!

At such a young age, you can actually tell lies to slander people?!

When the village chief heard this, he immediately frowned and looked at Qiao Huaping displeasedly: "Ms. Qiao, can you live a little more peacefully? You usually torment your four children so much. That's your family's business and no one else's.

It’s okay to say anything. But now our village is fleeing the famine together. If you continue to cause trouble like this, the village will not dare to take you in anymore."

The villagers also nodded: "Mrs. Xu, she and a child are the only ones left in the family. It is really inappropriate for you to bully others like this."

"That's right."

The four children of the Mei family were so angry that their faces turned red as they listened to the villagers' comments.

Previously, Qiao Huaping treated them harshly and bullied them.

But in the past two days, Qiao Huaping seemed to be a different person. He always smiled when he spoke, prepared delicious food for them, and even saved them from a leopard!

What's more, the villagers didn't know what happened just now, but they saw it clearly.

It's obviously that Mrs. Xu who wants something but doesn't get it!

"it's not like that……"

Several children tried to speak for Qiao Huaping, but their voices were immediately muffled by the villagers.

Qiao Huaping clicked her tongue and slowly reached into the robe, using the cover of the robe to take out a kitchen knife from the space.

She threw the kitchen knife forward!

Although the sky was dark, the blade of the kitchen knife shone coldly. The villagers only saw a flash of cold light in front of their eyes, and then heard a bang!

——The kitchen knife was thrown onto the tree trunk by Qiao Huaping, and it penetrated three points!

The blade is still trembling!

The villagers who were still talking to each other before immediately became quiet.

"Can you listen to us talk properly now?" Qiao Huaping asked slowly.

The village chief was so frightened that he turned blue. He covered his chest and tried his best to maintain his dignity as a village chief: "You, what do you want to say?!"

Qiao Huaping said slowly: "What I want to say is very simple. Didn't this old woman and that child say that my son and I beat them and bullied them? If I really bullied them, I would be willing to leave this fleeing team.

But if this old godly woman slanders me, does the village chief also have to deal with it?"

Mrs. Xu immediately responded: "Stop talking nonsense! Why am I slandering you! You bastard, you are so unconscionable that you won't even spare the elderly and children!"

She sat on the ground, scolding, kicking her legs and crying.

Qiao Huaping said kindly: "If you keep arguing, I'll just throw the kitchen knife at your head."

"Village chief, look, she's threatening me!" Mrs. Xu said, "Such a cruel and vicious person, we can no longer keep her!"

The village chief of Liujin Village gritted his teeth and said, "Qiao, since you said that, how can you prove that you didn't hit anyone?"

Some villagers also hesitated and said: "Speaking of which, Qiao's is fine, but the Mei family's children have always been well-behaved. It doesn't seem right to say that they take the initiative to hit others."

Song Yuelan, who came after hearing the news, also nodded heavily and said anxiously: "Those children from the Mei family are so sensible that anyone who sees them feels distressed! How can they take the initiative to bully others?"

"That's right!"


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