Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6472

Yang Huamei never expected that she would be pushed away so roughly when she was wiping the eldest son's sweat with good intentions. She lost her footing and hit the counter next to her.

With a muffled "bang", it was Hongmei's half-drinked tea bowl that had been tipped over, and all the remaining tea and tea water was spilled on the open account book on the counter.

"Oh, it's terrible, my account."

Hongmei exclaimed, turned around and ran to the counter, picked up the tea bowl, picked up the account book, shook the tea on it, and blew it with her mouth, flustered.

Seeing this, Dabai stomped his feet anxiously, "This is an account book, if it is broken, it will be troublesome!"

Yang Huamei was frightened by the accident, and when she came back to her senses, she hurried up and lifted her sleeves to wipe off the water stains.

Hongmei turned sideways to avoid Yang Huamei from touching the account book.

Dabai even grabbed Yang Huamei's arm roughly: "Don't make trouble with this, follow me!"

"Understand, be gentle, my mother's arm hurts."

Ignoring Yang Huamei's screams, Dabai kneaded his face every day with his hands and put all his strength into his hands, firmly clamping Yang Huamei like iron tongs and speeding up his pace towards the backyard.

Yang Huamei staggered and was dragged to the backyard, and then walked around the corner of the kitchen to the back door before her arms were released.

Aunt Dabai was also frightened, and arrived right after the mother and son.

"Dabai, what are you doing? Your mother didn't do it on purpose, why are you so rude?" The aunt supported Yang Huamei, and asked Dabai very dissatisfied.

Dabai's face was flushed with anger, he pointed at Yang Huamei's nose, and cursed like an adult scolding a child: "You said you don't stay in the village, why do you have to run to me every day? If you don't do half a job, you'll be fine." I made trouble, flustered and bluffed, I lost all my face!"

Both Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai were dumbfounded, they stared at Dabai dumbfounded.

Yang Huamei blushed even more, standing there unconsciously twisting her hips.

She has had a secret since she was a child. When she is nervous, she twists her hips, or she twists the corners of her clothes hard. At this moment, Auntie Dabai is holding her arm. She can't free her hand, so she can only twist her hips to relieve it. own embarrassment and shame.

Sister Shuanzi stepped forward and slapped Dabai's hand pointing at Yang Huamei's hand, causing his hand to drop down.

"Understood you bastard, she is your own mother, why are you talking to your own mother!"

His big white eyes were bloodshot and he stared at his aunt: "And you, why are you meddling? Is it okay to lie down and sleep at home and gossip with the village women when you have free time? You have to run to me. Come here to embarrass yourself? Do I owe you?"

Sister Shuanzi was also dumbfounded, staring blankly at Dabai, at this natal nephew whom she loved since childhood!
"Why are you like this, kid? It's fine if you contradict me, why do you even scold your aunt? We are your elders, you are not old or young!"

Yang Huamei came back to her senses, trembling with anger.

"I'm not old or young? It's you who are old and disrespectful!" Dabai's face was grim. Although he was wearing a cook's clothes and a cook's hat, he looked like a pig butcher, full of hostility, which made Yang Huamei and Shuanzi The eldest sister was a little afraid to look directly at her.

"Don't think I don't know the purpose of your coming here." Dabai sneered again.

He looked up at the two-storey attic in the front yard, his eyes and brows twitched fiercely, but the corners of his mouth curled up with contempt, "You see that I opened a restaurant and made some money, so I came here to enjoy the autumn wind. Eating and drinking is a bottomless pit..."

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Dabai's face so violently that his neck was crooked.

"You, dare, hit, me?"

He spat out the blood foam in his mouth, his pupils shrank and stared at Yang Huamei who hadn't had time to withdraw his hand in front of him.

Yang Huamei's back felt cold, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

"Dabai, your words are too chilling." She said bravely.

"The pig's head meat you gave to your master is what others eat and don't want. You send us like beggars, right?" Yang Huamei asked again.

"What? Is there such a thing?"

Sister Shuanzi heard it from the side, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock.

"Dabai, are you really sending your father away the leftovers that the guests don't eat?" Sister Shuanzi approached Dabai, raised her head and stared in disbelief and asked again.

When the matter was revealed, Dabai didn't panic at all.

Instead, he smiled mockingly.

Raising his hand, he twirled the remaining wheat flour between his fingers, and blew it out on the face of the aunt in front of him, and said lightly: "So what? Most of them are meat dishes. You shouldn't let you peasants get a little bit of oily smell." Do you appreciate me?"

"You bastard!" Sister Shuanzi raised her hand to strike again, but Dabai grabbed her wrist.

He leaned over and stared at Sister Shuanzi's face and growled ferociously: "I call you aunt to save face, you old man don't give face to shame!"

Sister Shuanzi was pushed away, and she fell to the ground.

She burst into tears and slapped her hands on the ground: "My God, my nephew hit my aunt..."

Yang Huamei tried to help Sister Shuanzi up, but Sister Shuanzi was already lying on the ground.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to pounce on Dabai, patted his shoulder, and beat his arm, crying and cursing while beating: "You unfilial son, you bastard, my aunt beats you too, don't you remember how your aunt loved you when you were young?" Well..."

Dabai stood there without moving, picking his ears when he got bored.

"Okay, okay, stop howling, isn't it the autumn wind, I'll give each of you a roast duck, get out!"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, and then began to beat more crazily and violently, "You bastard bastard, you think we are beggars..."

Dabai sneered: "You come here twice every three days to play the autumn wind, what is the difference with beggars? I throw a piece of pork head meat to feed the dog, and the dog has to wag its tail a few times to give it to you. Get fucked!"

Yang Huamei looked up at him, her eyes darkened, she opened her mouth several times but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

And a rush of hot blood rushed from the soles of her feet to her forehead, making her feet weak, her body staggering and unable to stand still.

……

Half an hour later, in the elegant room in the backyard of the Tianxiang Building in the town, with the help of Sister Shuanzi, Ju'er finally fed a bowl of honey and red date water into Yang Huamei's mouth.

Let Yang Huamei lie on the soft bed for a while, and finally opened his eyes.

"Mei'er, you've woken up, you almost scared me to death earlier!" Sister Shuanzi stood aside anxiously wiping her tears.

Yang Huamei's eyelids twitched. What happened in the backyard of Baimeizhai earlier rushed into her mind like a flood. Her brows were wrinkled together in pain, her body was twisted on the soft side, and there was something between crying and choking in her throat. The voice between them is heart-wrenching.

"Guy, don't get excited, listen to me, you have to calm down, don't think about those bad things, look at me, look at me."

Ju'er stretched out her hand to support Yang Huamei's shoulder, and straightened her head to prevent her from twisting around.

(End of this chapter)