Just when he was about to leave Jiang Zhiyi with his children, his eyes were attracted by the big white goose in Jiang Zhiyi's arms.
His eyes lit up, he strode over, grabbed the big white goose by the neck and pulled him over.
"What's this?"
Jiang Zhiyi was staggered by his sudden movement, her eyes were fixed on the big white goose that was roughly held in his hand, and her eyebrows were furrowed.
"This is the toy my mother gave me, please return it to me!"
His beautiful eyes were full of anger, and his little face turned red.
But that child king was tall and strong, half a head taller than Jiang Zhiyi. Jiang Zhiyi really looked like a little bean next to him.
When the child king saw Jiang Zhiyi being angered, he immediately became interested and grabbed the big white goose by its neck and threw it up.
As soon as he let go of his hand, the goose fell into the hands of another child in a parabolic trajectory.
At this time, the group of children went crazy, ignoring Jiang Zhiyi's voice and still making a lot of noise.
Jiang Zhiyi's whole mind was on the big white goose, and he was extremely anxious.
But no matter how much he shouted, the children would not give him the big white goose that Su Yuanyuan made for him.
He had no choice but to suddenly remember what Qi Fang once told him, "Bean Sprouts, you must learn to protect yourself when I'm not around."
Jiang Zhiyi's eyes suddenly became firm. He clenched his fist and punched the kid king on the nose.
He was so powerful that with just one punch he was able to knock the child king back repeatedly.
The child king covered his nose and kept moaning. When he took his hand away, the blood on his palm was particularly noticeable.
He looked at the nosebleed on his palm in horror, and wiped it with the back of his hand in disbelief, but the more he wiped it, the more it became.
Jiang Zhiyi was still clenching her fists in front of him, staring at him, and then stretched out her hand to him, "Give me the toy."
This time, the kid king was no longer as domineering as before. He grinned, raised his head and opened his mouth wide, "Mother! Mother! Someone hit me!"
Tears fell from his eyes as if he wanted no money, and mucus mixed with blood was thrown out of his nose. His crying look was really hard to describe.
His cries were deafening and made people irritable. A woman in a coarse cotton skirt walked out of a mud house not far away.
"Why are you crying! I'm not dead yet!"
The woman's voice was rough, more neutral, and she walked towards her with her big feet.
When she saw the blood on the child's face, the wooden basin in her hand was thrown to the ground with a clang.
"Tie Zhu! Who hit this!"
She hugged Shuan Zhu's head tightly, looked around angrily, and cursed, "That guy who suffered a thousand cuts to beat my son?! Stand up and peel off your skin!"
The woman was furious and looked at the children who usually played with Zhuan Zhu, trying to find the culprit from their strange expressions.
A little boy pointed tremblingly at Jiang Zhiyi, who was standing not far away, "He was the one who hit the bolts."
The woman looked in the direction pointed by the little boy, her eyes so fierce that she almost wanted to twitch and skin him.
Jiang Zhiyi was not afraid at all even when she looked at her like that. His body remained straight and he said in a clear voice, "He was the one who stole my things first."
But the woman couldn't listen to anything at all, she only thought about her precious son being beaten.
Her rough big palm pressed Jiang Zhiyi's forehead and pushed. Even if Jiang Zhiyi tried his best, there was nothing he could do, and she pushed her to the ground.
He tried to use his elbow to support his body, but there was a numbness in his left arm, followed by bone-chilling pain.
When Jiang Zhiyi arrived, he was wearing a moon-white round-necked robe that Su Yuanyuan had made for him, with blooming peonies embroidered on the chest with silver thread. When he fell down, the white robe on his body was all stained by loess, and his little
His face was also gray.
The lady who was on her way to work saw this scene and hurriedly threw down her hoe and went to find Su Yuanyuan.
Su Yuanyuan was planning things in the vegetable garden to the east when she saw a lady running in in a panic.
"Madam, something's wrong! The young master was beaten!"
Upon hearing this, Su Yuanyuan's head buzzed, she dropped her pen and ran outside.
Jiang Wenzheng followed closely, and even Qingyi, who was training with Pei Jian outside, also ran over after hearing the words.
Su Yuanyuan ran fast, her whole heart was thinking about Jiang Zhiyi, and the fire of anger in her heart was burning.
When they arrived at the place where the incident occurred, Su Yuanyuan saw Jiang Zhiyi sitting awkwardly on the ground from a distance. His clothes were dirty, his buns were scattered, and in front of him was a fat man.
The lady was cursing and saying something, as if she wanted to eat someone.
Su Yuanyuan's eyes flashed with fierceness, and she strode over and kicked the woman away.
The woman was kicked on the buttocks and threw her baby son to the side.
"Ouch! That shameless guy kicked my ass!"
She rubbed her buttocks, and the fat on her face was squeezed together.
Zhuanzhu in her arms was also thrown to the ground by her, her face was covered with loess, and only her eyes were blinking.
Su Yuanyuan squatted on the ground and looked at Jiang Zhiyi distressedly.
When Jiang Zhiyi saw Su Yuanyuan coming, he opened his arms to hug Su Yuanyuan's neck.
But as soon as he moved his arm, he felt severe pain in his forehead, and his pretty face suddenly wrinkled.
Su Yuanyuan panicked all of a sudden, and quickly took away the hand that was touching Jiang Zhiyi.
Jiang Wenzheng and Qingyi, who followed behind, also wanted to bend down and pick Jiang Zhiyi up.
But just as the two of them stretched out their hands, Su Yuanyuan shouted and stopped them.
"Don't touch him!"
Her voice was so loud that she almost roared.
Jiang Wenzheng and Qing Yi's hands froze in the air for an instant, and then they pulled them back.
Jiang Zhiyi's tears squeezed out of his eyes. He gasped in pain and his voice became hoarse when he opened his mouth.
"Mother, it hurts."
Su Yuanyuan didn't know where he was injured, so she didn't dare to touch him at all.
When she saw him crying, Su Yuanyuan's heart clenched, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted together in anxiety.
When the woman who fell to the ground saw that it was Jiang Zhiyi's family, she didn't notice clearly and got up from the ground to tear Su Yuanyuan's hair.
"Hey you little bitch, how dare you kick me!"
But as soon as she sat up from the ground, Jiang Wenzheng, who was standing aside, swung the wooden crutch in his hand and hit her directly on the temple.
The wood collided with his head, and the people around him heard the muffled sound clearly, which shows how much force Jiang Wenzheng exerted.
Zhuan Zhu on the ground was stunned and pushed the woman who was lying on the ground like a dead pig.
Qingyi ordered the two farmers who followed him, "Tie them up."
After hearing this, the two farmers following behind quickly found hemp rope to tie up the woman on the ground. Even the bolts on the ground had their hands tied up.
