Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Chapter 65: Selfish and stingy

"He stole all the money I hid..."

"This is all the savings I have accumulated bit by bit over the years, doing odd jobs for people everywhere!"

"Beast! He is a beast!"

"As long as this money is used for serious things, I won't be so sad. He actually...he dared to take my savings and squander it wantonly!"

"I really want to stuff all those bones into his stomach!"

Cheng Yingmei threw the wooden box to the ground hard. The moment it hit the ground, the wood pieces scattered in all directions, bringing up a burst of dust.

At the same time, Cheng Yao walked around the room with her hands behind her back.

The house is small, poorly oriented, and always dark and unventilated.

Anyone who has some spare money will definitely not be able to accept such a living environment.

Not to mention that I heard Cheng Yingmei say before that after she got married, it was rare to see any smell of meat.

It is enough to show that this Jiang Yangcong is a person who does not seek to make progress, and is muddleheaded all day long.

Even such a bad man can be entangled with other women outside. It can only be said that the world is too tolerant for them.

"Don't be impatient, calm down."

"Recall again, are there any valuable items in this house that can be easily taken away?"

"You have to leave when the time comes, and you need some money with you. Otherwise, you won't be able to move outside."

Cheng Yingmei actually remembered something after Cheng Yao's reminder.

When she first got married, Jiang Yangcong's mother gave her a pair of silver bracelets and some elegantly crafted beads.

These things were gifts given by the master to Jiang's mother when she was working as a maid in a wealthy family.

Because she knew her son's prodigal nature, Jiang's mother secretly gave it to Cheng Yingmei and did not let Jiang Yangcong know about it.

Less than two years after the stable life, Jiang's mother passed away due to illness.

After Cheng Yingmei made arrangements for her funeral, she hid the thing.

As time went by, I even forgot about it.

Looking back now, it should be under the soil layer in the corner of Jiang Mu's room.

Jiang Yangcong was not a filial son. After Jiang's mother died, the room became a utility room and he rarely stepped into it.

Now it seems that he really hid in the right place, laying a glimmer of hope for himself.

Cheng Yingmei's face was full of excitement, and when she was about to go and find out what was going on, she heard a noise coming from outside.

"The wine in Zuixianju is so delicious! One sip makes my soul float!"

"It's a pity that it's too little. Who can drink just this little!"

"Huh? Why do you feel like someone has been at home? Didn't that damn bitch go out?"

……

Jiang Yangcong's head was a little dizzy, his steps were frivolous, and he walked on the ground of his house with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Cheng Yingmei in the room temporarily put aside the matters at hand and walked out with a cold face.

As soon as he stepped out of the threshold, he bumped into Jiang Yangcong who was returning drunk.

"Ouch, who is it! Isn't this my home?"

Jiang Yangcong shook his head left and right, trying to make his blurry vision clearer.

The angle of sight gradually moved up from the pair of embroidered shoes with mud spots on the ground, and finally stopped at Cheng Yingmei's cold face.

"what--"

"You damn bitch, you scared me!"

"Didn't you go back to your parents' home to celebrate your mother's birthday? Why did you suddenly come back again?"

Cheng Yingmei didn't want to explain the cause and effect to him, so she just pointed at the leftovers on the table far away and asked.

"Jiang Yangcong, please explain to me, where did you get these things?"

"You've been idle all day, where did you get the money to buy these meat dishes?" Jiang Yangcong's mind became slightly clearer after hearing Cheng Yingmei's question.

Feeling guilty, he touched the bridge of his nose with his finger and explained nonchalantly.

"You're from a woman's family, why do you care so much?!"

"If you don't cook for me at home, why don't I prepare some food for myself?"

"I'm embarrassed to say it. I haven't even blamed you for not cooking for me before going out. I advise you to be more honest with me. If you keep beeping too much, I'll beat you!"

After saying that, Jiang Yangcong wanted to go around Cheng Yingmei's blocking figure and go back inside to sleep.

Cheng Yingmei clenched her fists and turned around, shouting.

"Stop! If you don't explain this clearly, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

"I already knew it. I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned. Even now, you still refuse to admit it."

"Jiang Yangcong, you are a thief and stole my hard-earned money!"

"I can't stand you for a long time! I want to make peace with you!"

At this moment, Jiang Yangcong's impatience has reached the extreme. In his eyes, Cheng Yingmei should suck his blood without complaint.

If you dare to resist, there is only one consequence!That's a fight!

There were quarrels in the past, but every time Cheng Yingmei would succumb to his fists and kicks.

This gave Jiang Yangcong the illusion that as long as he clenched his fist, Cheng Yingmei would kneel down and beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, today is not the same as it used to be.

Cheng Yao's arrival was to let him know that his fist was no longer a pass to victory.

"What did you say? Heli?"

Jiang Yangcong dug his ears with his little finger in disbelief, obviously questioning Cheng Yingmei's words.

"Why are you so angry today? Are you talking to me like this?"

"You are just a second-hand commodity that I slept with, a hen that can't lay eggs. If you leave me, who else will want you?"

"It's because I haven't hit you much recently. Are you feeling itchy?"

Jiang Yangcong clenched his fists, making a crunching sound, and walked towards Cheng Yingmei step by step.

To say not to be afraid would be a lie.

The previous scene of domestic violence resurfaced in front of Cheng Yingmei. She instinctively wanted to run away, but her feet seemed to be stuck and she couldn't move.

Jiang Yangcong naturally discovered her fear, so the smile on his face became even bigger.

"Hey, are you scared now? Wasn't it awesome just now?"

"Sharp-tongued, do you have the ability to talk to me louder now?"

"Today I'm going to let you know who is the master of this family! Let's see if you dare to have these inappropriate thoughts in the future!"

Jiang Yangcong arrived in front of Cheng Yingmei in a few steps. The sour smell of sweat and the fermented smell of wine almost made Cheng Yingmei breathless.

What frightened her even more was the look in Jiang Yangcong's eyes now, that lustful look that made people's stomachs uncontrollably boil with acid.

In the past, after Jiang Yangcong beat someone, he would use her to vent his animal desires.

Cheng Yingmei felt 1 disgusted when she wanted to have contact with him.

Now she can only place her hope on Cheng Yao.

The moment the opponent slapped her, Cheng Yingmei closed her eyes and shouted loudly.

"Immortal! Save me!"

Jiang Yangcong laughed ferociously and said.

"Even if the Great Luo Immortal comes today, he can't save you!"

"Come on!"

(End of this chapter)