I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 150 Praise and Killing
"Ungentlemanly means?"

Aunt Fang was confused for a moment. She thought and thought, but couldn't figure out what ungentlemanly means she could use to deal with a tough guy like Zhou Ran.

"He is so skilled in scheming against your uncle Genshan. This might not be the first time."

Aunt Fang was now completely convinced that it was Zhou Ran's deliberate scheme that led Jiang Genshan, this tiger, to be deceived and fall into his trap.

"I've always thought he was as thick-skinned as a city wall. Ordinary people would feel a little ashamed when they go to someone else's house to eat and drink for free, especially when they are mocked by the host."

"But as for Zhou Ran, I've never seen him feel embarrassed."

"If you still have some dignity left in you, don't even think about getting anything out of a guy like this."

"It's better to hope that the sun will rise from the west tomorrow than to hope that he will have a change of heart and explain the twists and turns here to you."

Aunt Fang's face was full of sorrow and tears were falling down her face.

She wanted to find out the truth, but couldn't think of any good ideas. She was so anxious that she felt uncomfortable and aggrieved.

Jiang Anning hesitated for a moment, touched his nose and said, "The ungentlemanly method I'm talking about is..."

She hesitated and considered her words: "Well, give someone a taste of their own medicine? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?"

Aunt Fang seemed to be thinking about something. "You mean, we should also set up a trap, trick Zhou Ran in, and use the same method to scare and threaten him. If he dares not to tell the truth, then we can also blackmail him?"

Jiang Anning:...

"There's no need to be so troublesome. Let's just find an empty corner and prepare a few sacks. When he isn't paying attention, we can cover his head with the sack and hit him hard with a stick. Of course, we have to be careful not to knock him to death, cough cough cough..."

Under Aunt Fang's shocked gaze, she gritted her teeth and finished explaining this simple and crude method.

"If the person being beaten knows the pain, we won't be afraid that he won't confess."

"Even if Zhou Ran is really stubborn and refuses to tell the truth even after being beaten, we can always use other methods."

Aunt Fang was even more surprised: "Do you have any other ideas?"

Jiang An Ning thought to herself: In her previous life, she made a living under the control of the Zhao family. She suffered countless tortures and humiliations, both openly and covertly. She had no idea how much she had endured.

Just picking out any one of the things that the Zhao family did to her would be enough to make Zhou Ran very angry.

But it's really hard to say this out loud.

So as not to scare people.

I thought she was some cruel person with a sadistic tendency who enjoyed torturing people for fun.

"What else can I do? I only heard about it once in a play. I don't know any more details."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Fang felt relieved.

"So that's how it is. I was thinking that you usually look like a quiet girl, but how come you are so familiar with these things, as if you have done it countless times? It turns out that you heard them from operas."

It can be seen that this play is not a good thing.

It's too easy to teach bad things to people.

Look at what has happened to An Ning?

Fortunately, there are no outsiders here.

Otherwise, if word like this gets out, my reputation will be ruined.

Jiang Anning smiled and stopped talking.

I just don't want to get involved in the affairs between Aunt Fang and Jiang Genshan and his wife, and become someone who is caught between a rock and a hard place.

Now that Aunt Fang's attention had been diverted, there was naturally no need for her to say anything more.

So as to avoid getting into trouble by accident.

At this time, Aunt Fang was indeed focusing most of her attention on investigating the truth.

It was natural for him to avoid the issue of whether or not to deal with Jiang Genshan. He was no longer as troubled and unsure as before and wanted to listen to Jiang Anning's opinion.

She was visibly more relaxed, and was in high spirits chatting with Jiang An Ning about daily life.

However, Jiang Anning's plan to invite the two families to dinner together was ultimately not realized.

After something like this happened, no one wanted to eat roasted lamb anymore.

After chatting and exchanging a few pleasantries, they went back home.

Jiang Genshan stood not far from Aunt Fang with a simple and reserved look on his face. He kept a distance from her tactfully and did not offend her. "I will put all the firewood under the wall of the warehouse for you. When the weather is good, take it out to dry it out in the sun. It will be easier to burn when the time comes."

"Hey, thank you uncle!"

Jiang Anning politely escorted the person out the door.

After everyone went home, she stood at the door in a daze for a while.

The yard of the Zhao family next door was unusually quiet.

She didn't know whether the two brothers would agree to help as she wished.
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Capital, Jiang'an Hou Mansion.

"When did a talented embroiderer emerge in Jiang'an County? Even the palace knows about it, and they specially asked her to make wedding clothes for our son..."

Mrs. Jiang'an Hou's wife looked at the auspicious clothes sent from the palace and felt puzzled.

"There's not even a name. They just say she's the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County. How can we find her?"

"If I find the wrong person later, that person will use this as an excuse to scold me..."

The voice of the Marquis of Jiang'an suddenly stopped: "Could it be that the palace is planning this?"

"Yes, yes, it must be!"

"This imperial decree granting marriage has been talked about for so long, but none of us have ever seen her, let alone heard of this princess. Don't tell me this is really a trap set up by the palace to lure you into a trap."

Marquis Jiang An also had a sullen look on his face and looked unhappy.

It was obvious that he was thinking about what happened in the palace that day.

But in front of the whole family, he had to calm down, pretend to be calm, and gently scolded the wife of Marquis Jiang An: "What nonsense are you talking about! Don't you fear that the walls have ears? Trouble comes from your mouth!"

Mrs. Jiang'an Marquis pursed her lips, but the worry in her heart inevitably deepened.

It was really because this arranged marriage came too suddenly and without any warning.

Before, they were still able to bask in joy.

He just wanted to call the person back quickly, so that he wouldn't miss the imperial edict and be criticized for his mistakes and reprimanded.

Today, the Jiang'an Marquis Mansion has gone through many twists and turns and is already in tatters and can no longer withstand any more blows.

Although agreeing to this marriage would inevitably put the younger son in a difficult position.

But the family is in a precarious situation right now, so what does it matter if a few people are wronged?

Everyone in Jiang'an Marquis's Mansion can still clearly distinguish between what is more important and what is less important.

Not to mention, a marriage granted by imperial decree is an honor.

No matter how unwilling they are in their hearts, they must act happy and grateful.

Otherwise, if a hat of disrespect is put on you, the future of the whole family will be ruined.

Even Jiang Wei, the person involved, knows this very well.

From the moment he decided to return to Beijing, he no longer had the capital to be willful.

only……

"Who is the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"

Jiang Wei held the cloth given by the emperor from the palace, which was specially used to make his wedding clothes, and his brows were furrowed so tightly that they seemed to pinch a mosquito to death.

He has been in Jiang'an County for so many years and has paid special attention to the embroidery business.

But I have never heard of the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.

who can that be?

"A few years ago, on the Queen Mother's birthday, an embroidery workshop in Jiang'an County presented a painting of worshiping Buddha."

"It is said that the Buddha worship embroidery was so vivid and lifelike that the Empress Dowager loved it very much and she even gave her a great reward for it."

When Jiang Anhou mentioned the Buddha worship picture, his expression was extremely serious.

At that time, the Jiang family was in a turbulent time. They were struggling to survive in the cracks and had no time to take care of themselves. They did not have more energy to find out the news about a piece of embroidery.

"This Buddha Worshipping Painting was sent by Chao Huang Embroidery Workshop. I heard that Jiangning Weaving House also presented an embroidery piece at that time. It was a painting of Thousand Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix woven by more than a dozen top embroiderers from Jiangning Weaving House over a period of two and a half years."

"But I didn't expect that the Buddha worship painting produced by this small embroidery workshop in Jiangning County would completely overshadow it. The Empress Dowager also liked that Buddha worship painting more..."

Jiang Wei's face darkened. "It's strange to say, the Queen Mother obviously doesn't believe in Buddhism, and she rarely worships Buddha. She may even be influenced by the late emperor and sneers at these gods, Buddhas, ghosts and monsters."

"Why did you suddenly become interested in a painting of worshipping Buddha that is obviously not what you like?"

When Jiang Anhou heard him say this, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Yes, the Empress Dowager does not believe in Buddhism, so why would she be so fond of a picture of worshiping Buddha?

I heard that she even wanted to adopt the owner of the embroidery workshop who presented the Buddha painting as her adopted daughter, but she gave up the idea because she heard that she had already married and become a widow.

"The Marquis's Mansion was in a time of trouble at that time, and we didn't have anyone who could enter the palace to see what the Buddha Worshiping Painting looked like..."

The wife of Marquis Jiang'an couldn't help but start to grumble.

“I heard it’s very interesting.”

Jiang Wei's face did not look good. He had heard about this matter when he was in Jiang'an County.

However, when he wanted to find out who the embroiderer of the Buddha Worship Picture was, he was unable to find the method.

Especially the boss of the embroidery workshop, she was simply asking for trouble. Even when he brought up his status as the Marquis of Jiang'an as an excuse, the woman still refused to give him face and was unwilling to reveal anything about the embroiderer of the Buddha Worshiping Picture.

"Could it be that the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County designated by the palace is the one who embroidered this Buddha Worship Painting?"

Mrs. Jiang'an Hou had an idea and made a bold guess.

She then showed relief: "In this case, there is a clue to follow, and it is not a difficult task."

Hearing this, Jiang Anhou also breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a difficult thing to find the direction! The worry is that the wedding date is approaching and we still have no idea, and we are running around like headless flies."

"It's better for Auntie to be the number one embroiderer in the Prayer Palace and have nothing to do with the one who embroidered the Buddha Worship Painting! Otherwise, things might not be optimistic!"

Jiang Wei spoke in a cold voice, ruthlessly cutting off people's hopes.

"Why is it that the embroiderer of the Buddha Worship Painting is not optimistic?"

Madam Jiang Anhou looked puzzled: "Anything sent into the palace must go through the inspection and registration process over and over again."

"The records of the origins and destinations of various things are all kept in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Every once in a while, a large amount of manpower and material resources are spent to re-copy and maintain them so that the nobles can check them at any time..."

Madam Jiang An frowned slightly and said, "Although our mansion is not as powerful as before, if we want to check the palace's internal records, we can still do it with more connections and more money. What's more, it's not a big secret to check the person who presented the birthday gift."

Has my son been away from home for so many years that he is no longer familiar with the capabilities of the Marquis' Mansion?

Jiang Wei shook his head and sighed helplessly: "It is indeed not difficult to find the person who entered the palace to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday."

"But what if those who come to the palace to present birthday gifts don't know which embroiderer embroidered the Buddha painting, or they simply don't want to reveal it?"

Jiang Wei: "To be honest, during the years I lived in seclusion in Jiang'an County, I also went to inquire with the owner of the Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop."

"But the boss of Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop is like a stinking stone in a toilet, smelly and hard!"

"No matter how I probed, or asked directly, or threatened or bribed her, she didn't care at all and was not afraid at all!"

"They don't even give face to our Jiang'an Marquis Mansion!"

After all, their mansion had once produced a noble concubine who lived for many years.

Even if he was angered and demoted by the Emperor because of the Imperial Concubine's affairs, he had to keep a low profile and behave himself for a while.

However, no one has ever dared to really disrespect or neglect the Jiang'an Marquis Mansion.

What's more, the emperor's anger only made those powerful and noble families who were once in the same position as the Jiang'an Marquis' Mansion feel a little fearful and dared not have anything to do with them.

It is still widely rumored among the people how much the Emperor truly loves the Imperial Concubine, and that he is willing to risk the world's condemnation for her and vent his anger on innocent people, and he will not easily get into trouble.

Well, as the Imperial Concubine's family, the status of the Jiang'an Marquis' Mansion is probably much more respectable and powerful than many royal families!
If the owner of Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop was just a small embroidery workshop owner who was trapped in Jiang'an County and had never seen the world, a poor frog in the well, and was unaware of the powerful status of Jiang'an Marquis' Mansion, it would be understandable.

It just so happens that the owner of Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop has seen the world and even been to the palace.

If she was a smart person, even if it was just to save her life and not to please others, she should have tried to find out the power relations in the capital for fear of offending some noble or causing taboos, and losing her life by making a mistake.

You should also know that the biggest taboo in the palace is to mention the imperial concubine.

But even in such a prestigious mansion as the Marquis of Jiang'an, the small embroidery shop owner dared not give face, flatter or fawn on them.

"...In this case, there is only one possibility."

Jiang Wei thought he had grasped the truth and analyzed: "The owner of the embroidery shop is confident that she won't get into trouble even if she doesn't say anything."

But where does such confidence come from?

It must have been given by someone who was more powerful than the Marquis Jiang'an Mansion, or to be more precise, by someone who was more powerful than the Marquis Jiang'an Mansion in the eyes of the embroidery workshop owner.

"Even I, as a marquis, can't get any information out of him. How can I get information out of those useless people in the palace who are just sitting there doing nothing?"

"It is even possible that someone wanted to conceal the identity of this embroiderer and would have arranged all the relationships in advance so that those responsible for record checking would turn a blind eye."

In this case, even if they could use their connections to check the archives of the Imperial Household Department, they would most likely find nothing. Instead, this action might once again cause the emperor's fear and condemnation.

"Who dares to be so bold..."

Mrs. Jiang'an Hou cried out in shock, then suddenly became silent after thinking of something.

Who else could it be but that person?

"What should we do?" She was in tears, her eyes red. "Although we don't know when the wedding will be, we have to prepare everything for the wedding."

"We can't just wait for the imperial edict to come down and then rush into things."

"But we have no idea who the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County is."

Zhao Tan wanted Jiang Wei's wedding dress to be embroidered by the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County, and she gave him a nice name: "My dear, you have lived in Jiang'an County for many years. I believe you must have deep feelings for every tree and blade of grass in Jiang'an County. It is hard to leave your hometown, so I'll make this a nostalgia."

Although these words were just casually said, no matter how informal the emperor's words were, the ministers had to pay full attention and execute them as if they were an imperial decree, otherwise it would be disrespectful.

Jiang Wei inexplicably thought of Jiang Anning.

That girl's embroidery work is very good.

If it was Jiang An Ning who came to sew the wedding clothes for him... Jiang Wei felt inexplicably more excited when he thought of this.

I think she would be happy to be able to sew wedding clothes for her loved one, right?
Unfortunately, this honor is destined to belong only to the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.

Jiang Anning...I'm afraid she's not qualified.

It would be great if Jiang Anning was the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County.

Jiang Wei thought about it, shook his head and laughed, feeling that he was being a little too fanciful.

Jiang Anning was just a country girl who was pretty good at embroidery. She couldn't possibly be the embroiderer of the Buddha Worship Picture.

"Let's take it one step at a time. Fortunately, there is no official oral order or decree, so there is still room for maneuver."

Jiang Wei said something nonchalantly.

Madam Jiang Anhou could not help but look at her husband. Seeing him nod slightly, she sighed and said, "In that case, I'm afraid this is the only way."
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"The best embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"

Wang Shang frowned as he read the news from the capital: "Where did the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County come from..." He paused abruptly, then thought of something and exclaimed: "Jiang Anning?!"

Jiao Niang nodded: "Nine out of ten, sir, could it be that the master is dissatisfied with our efficiency and is warning us?"

After being stationed in Jiang'an County for eight years, not only did she fail to kill the person, but she also watched the person become famous and became the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County.

Although this reputation did come a little unexpectedly, it seemed as if someone was secretly behind it.

But in the end, it was enough to hold them accountable for dereliction of duty.

What's more, if this reputation really gets out, it will be even more difficult for them to take action.

"Sir, should we take action now?"

Wang Shang looked at people with a gloomy face and an ambiguous expression. Jiao Niang felt the pressure, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "We have been here for eight years. Even Jiang Wei has returned to Beijing to get married. Shouldn't we also..."

"What? You want to go back and get married too?" Wang Shang sneered.

How can people like them get married when they are living in danger at any time?

What’s the difference between that and giving your back to the enemy?
What's more, she had already taken the medicine to prevent her from having children.

Jiao Niang's face froze for a moment, and she remained silent as she recalled the many bad things that had happened in the past.

Wang Shang rarely showed his emotions and sighed softly: "Jiao Niang, to be honest, aren't you happy in Jiang'an County?"

Why do we have to go back to that cannibalistic den and cage of desire in the capital?

Jiao Niang looked up at the person with a hint of surprise.

To be honest, except for the first two years, my life in Jiang'an County was quite comfortable and relaxed.

She could sleep with any man she wanted, even if it was just grabbing a cute looking guy on the street. She didn't have to worry about whether he was the illegitimate son of some powerful family, or the mistress of some minister. Her life could be as comfortable as she wanted.

"You must be happy in Jiang'an County."

Wang Shang seemed to see through people's hearts at a glance, and laughed with an ambiguous meaning: "What a pity."

He said something without any context and left without looking back, leaving Jiao Niang standing there, confused.

"What's the pity?"

Wang Shang couldn't say what the pity was.

As he walked on the street, he always felt that the sunlight shining on his body was particularly biting and cold, without any warmth.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened his clothes and went to Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop.

He knew that Mrs. An had been living here recently and had even opened the door to do business comfortably.

"Captain Zhou, how come you have the leisure time to come to my place today? We have always paid the tribute to our embroidery workshop in full and have never been in arrears." Mrs. An started to tease with a smile and invited people to sit down while making tea.

Wang Shang was still using the identity of Zhou Geng. There was a beautiful lady on the pleasure boat who was very comfortable with him, so he didn't need to worry about anything. In addition, with the advice from the county magistrate, he went home more often using the identity of Zhou Geng. The old lady of the Zhou family was so happy that she always smiled from ear to ear and prepared meals for him. This was a very novel feeling for him, so he just felt at ease working as a constable in the yamen.

"Who in our Jiang'an County dares to accept the filial piety from you, Madam An?" Wang Shang said indifferently.

Mrs. An smiled and didn't care. She handed a cup of tea to the man and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Wang Shang tasted the tea leisurely, and was not in a hurry to explain his purpose: "Good tea! As expected, you can't go wrong with Madam An's tea."

Mrs. An snorted and laughed: "It seems like her little mouth is covered with honey, which shows that she is here with bad intentions."

"Look at what you said..." It's really hard to refute.

Wang Shang smiled and stopped talking nonsense: "Who did you tell about this number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"

His eyebrows were sharp for a moment, but soon relaxed again, and he sneered: "You are really good at flattery!"

"What do you mean the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?" Mrs. An frowned slightly, not understanding.

"You don't know?" Wang Shang sneered, obviously not believing it.

Mrs. An frowned: "I really don't know, what is the number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County?"

Wang Shang stared at the man's expression for a long time. Seeing that he didn't look fake, he also frowned and asked, "You really don't know?"

"Should I know?" Mrs. An said frankly, not afraid of the other party's scrutiny at all.

Wang Shang frowned and thought for a long time without speaking.

Not Mrs. An?
Who else could it be?
He suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the man had never trusted him? Besides him, he had arranged other spies in Jiang'an County?

Was it someone else, or was there a traitor among his men?
Seeing that he remained silent, Mrs. An looked worried: "What's going on? What is the best embroiderer in Jiang'an County? Jiang Anning?"

“Don’t you know that?” Wang Shang raised his eyebrows with an ambiguous expression.

Madam An rolled her eyes at him without disguising, "Why should I think of him if he can make you come here to question my embroiderer? Apart from Jiang An Ning, is there anything else in Jiang'an County that is worthy of your attention, Commander Wang?"

"I say, are you really in love with her?" Mrs. An looked at the person, as if she wanted to explore the deepest desires in his heart.

Wang Shang's face darkened: "Boring!"

Mrs. An seemed to have discovered something new: "Are you serious?"

"Yes, yes. You have been here for eight years. In eight years, you must have had countless opportunities to kill Jiang Anning without arousing suspicion, but you just didn't do it."

Mrs. An smiled and raised her hand to smooth the fallen hair on her temples: "Don't tell me that you are afraid that Jiang Wei, that idiot, will find some clues and trace it back to the person behind you."

"How could the knife that he holds in his hand, which he is most proud of, not have this ability to quietly kill a helpless, fatherless and motherless orphan girl?"

"Master Wang, it's fine if you can deceive others, but don't deceive yourself!"

Wang Shang had a sullen expression and said nothing.

"You are so impatient to come to me. Do you think that the order passed down from above can still be reversed?"

Madam An smiled indifferently: "The number one embroiderer in Jiang'an County... Oh, is it me who is praising Jiang Anning to death, or is it someone else who is praising her to death? Does it matter?"

Nature is unimportant.

The important thing is that it won’t take long for Jiang Anning’s reputation to spread to the capital, to other provinces, and perhaps even beyond that.

In this case, he could no longer just sit there doing nothing and had to kill her immediately...

Otherwise, it will be a missed opportunity.

If he failed to kill Jiang Anning successfully, it would be his dereliction of duty.

That person can naturally send other people to help him complete the task.

There is no point in keeping a disobedient knife.

Wang Shang's heart sank suddenly.

He drank several cups of tea in succession, and as if he had made a decision, he stood up and said goodbye: "Sorry for bothering you today. I will treat you to dinner another day."

"Easy to say."

Madam An didn't bother to be polite and told Zi Su beside her, "Send Captain Zhou off properly for me."

Zi Su knelt down and responded, then respectfully escorted Wang Shang out of the embroidery workshop.

But after returning, he couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Madam, do you think Wang Shang will take action against Jiang An Ning?"

"Who knows."

Madam An said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter whether he will do it or not, it won't affect us at all."

"Madam is right." Zi Su tactfully stopped asking.

Madam An tilted her head and looked at her: "As for the story of Jiang'an County's number one embroiderer, where did it come from? We still need to investigate carefully, otherwise we will become fools and not even notice when a knife is pushed right in front of our eyes."

Zi Su immediately responded with a serious expression.

Mrs. An said "hmm" and sent the person away.

After the others left, she looked up at the sky and murmured softly, "The weather is going to change again."

Mrs. An smiled coldly, with an indescribable mockery in her eyes.
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Jiang Anning had no idea that all parties were on high alert.

She was so bored at home that she went to the woods at the east end of the village as soon as the sun rose and took advantage of the coolness.

At this season, there are no more edible wild fruits or vegetables, so few people come to the woods.

She didn't know if she was lucky, but just as she walked a little deeper into the woods, she came across a nest of bird eggs, lying low on the grass leaves.

Jiang Anning didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I don't know if this bird is stupid or foolish, it actually built its nest here."

She looked at the five bird eggs spread out in her palm that barely filled up her entire hand, and was somewhat curious about what kind of bird it was.

“It’s quite exquisite.”

Jiang Anning put all the bird eggs, the bird's nest and the grass leaves hanging on the nest into the backpack and continued walking forward without any burden.

After walking around for a while, he caught some fish and shrimps by the stream, but nothing else.

Jiang Anning felt bored after walking around, so she turned around and walked back.

As she passed the strychnos nux vomica tree, she couldn't help but stop.

Things had been happening one after another before, leaving her with little chance to study this thing.

Nowadays, there are few fruits on the trees, and only a few fresh ones can be found on the ground.

Jiang Anning thought about it, took out a handkerchief, carefully wrapped up a few relatively intact and fresh strychnine fruits, and went home with them in his hands.

When I got home, smoke from cooking fires began to rise from the houses in the village.

She placed the bird's nest and the eggs on the firewood pile in the yard and had no time to take care of it for the time being.

He then placed the strychnine fruits wrapped in a handkerchief on the kang in the main room, then took the backpack and went to the well to wash the small fish and shrimps.

dong dong~

While he was busy, there was a knock on the door. Jiang Anning stood up, wiped his hands, and asked loudly, "Who is it?"

"I!"

Aunt Fang responded, "Your Aunt Fang."

Jiang Anning walked over quickly and opened the door: "Aunt Fang, why are you here? Have you eaten? Come in..."

She smiled and made way for the person to come in.

Aunt Fang waved her hand and said, "I won't go in. I just came to bring you some food. I baked a few pancakes this morning, and I thought you haven't cooked for a while, so I came to bring you some."

"Thank you, Auntie. I was just thinking about eating this."

Jiang An Ning accepted it with a smile: "I just found some small fish and shrimps and will fry them into fish paste later. I will also send some to Auntie."

Aunt Fang said, "Oh, they are in a good relationship."

She agreed readily without any refusal.

She seemed to be in a good mood, without any trace of the red eyes from yesterday.

Jiang Anning simply borrowed the stove from Aunt Fang's house and made breakfast.

Indeed, it is a bit troublesome to clean up a kitchen that has not been used for a long time.

Aunt Fang happily helped others on the side.

Seeing that they could serve a bowl of golden fried fish paste in just a few steps, he couldn't help but sigh: "I used to think Sui Ran was good at cooking, but now I see that your cooking skills are even better than Sui Ran's. You are really talented, An Ning."

Jiang Anning smiled modestly: "No, my aunt is praising me."

The two of them had a happy meal together.

"Why don't I see Brother Dazhuang and Brother Erzhuang?" Jiang Anning tactfully did not mention Jiang Genshan.

Aunt Fang grumbled, "Send them to town with their father to find work. It's the off-season now, and it's not right for them to stay at home."

No one knew whether he was sending people out to do the work, or keeping an eye on Jiang Genshan, or both.

Jiang Anning had no intention of asking further questions, so she flattered him by saying, "That's true."

After that, neither of them mentioned anything about the village. They just chatted about irrelevant things and finished their breakfast happily.

Aunt Fang picked up the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash them. Jiang An Ning couldn't help much, so she went to the vegetable garden in the backyard and helped to tidy up the vegetable patch and pull out the weeds.

"Hey, put it down quickly, I can't let you do such rough work, oh!"

When Aunt Fang came out of the kitchen, she didn't find anyone. Then she was shocked to find that someone had run to the backyard to tidy up the vegetable garden.

She pulled up Jiang Anning's clean little hand with heartache and nervousness, blew away the dirt on it, and checked it carefully again and again to make sure there were no scratches or cuts before she stopped.

But he couldn't help but complain: "Can your hands do such rough work?"

"Although I can't do any fine embroidery, I also know that the hands of the embroiderer are the most precious. Even if they are bumped a little, the threads will be scratched and the embroidery will be damaged. You are so careless that you come here to do these things without caring at all."

"What's there to clean up in that shabby vegetable garden?"

"If you really hurt your hand, I wonder where you'll go to cry."

Aunt Fang scolded him and felt distressed. She pulled the man back to the house, poured some warm water and helped him wash his hands.

Jiang Anning was stunned and couldn't recover.

This was the first time she heard someone tell her that an embroiderer's hands were precious and must not be damaged, and that she should not be allowed to do rough work.

In her previous life, she had told the Zhao family that she couldn't do farm work because it would cut her hands and cause calluses.

Otherwise, the embroidery will be damaged and cannot be sold at a high price.

But what did the Zhao family say?
They used sarcastic tone to mock her for being born to a lowly fate, coming from a poor family, and thinking that she acted like a young lady just because she could embroider a few stitches.

Zhao Hai even slapped her in the face and threatened to chop off her hands to see if she would still be pretentious.

As a last resort, she had to go down to work in the fields, and watched her white and tender hands become increasingly rough.

The Zhao family members were still mocking and sneering: "What do you mean you can't do the work? Isn't this a good job? You are just being pretentious and need to be punished..."

"Some people are born to be mean. They won't learn their lesson until they are slapped in the face."

After hearing this, Jiang Anning felt wronged, but she had no way to refute it and didn't know how to refute it.

She thought about it, and even now, she still didn't know how to deal with it.

Aunt Fang washed the girl's hands, and then took out the hand oil that she usually didn't want to use and carefully applied a layer of oil on the girl's hands: "A girl's hands are like a second face, they must be well maintained, especially for an embroiderer like you..."

As she spoke, a tear suddenly fell on her hand. Seeing that it was Jiang Anning who was silently shedding tears, she cried out in panic: "Don't cry? What's wrong? This is..."

Aunt Fang thought that she had said something too harsh, and hurriedly said, "Aunt didn't mean to scold you. Ouch, blame me, blame me. I said something too harsh. Don't cry, don't cry. It's my fault. I apologize to you. Stop crying. We just finished our meal."

Jiang Anning didn't want to cry, she just suddenly felt very wronged.

Even though Auntie Lian Fang was just a neighbor, they all felt sorry for her hands that needed to be embroidered. But the Zhao family...

She used to think that they would be the people closest to her, but they seemed to be unaware of it and humiliated and tortured her to the utmost, as if the more miserable she was, the more she could please them.

She didn't seem like a living person, and the Zhao family never considered her a member of the family.

"Oh, my little ancestor, my little aunt..."

Aunt Fang was still trying to comfort her carefully. Jiang Anning could no longer cry and even she felt that she was being pretentious.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Fang. I, I don't mean to blame you. It's not that you said something too harsh."

Jiang Anning apologized to others very embarrassedly.

Aunt Fang, who finally heard someone talking, breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, don't cry, don't cry, sometimes I don't think before I speak and always offend people..."

"It's not my aunt's fault."

Jiang An Ning emphasized this sentence with emphasis, and she pursed her lips, fearing that people would continue to misunderstand her, so she told people half-truthfully how the Zhao family treated and humiliated her in her previous life.

Of course, I am referring to this life.

After hearing this, Aunt Fang was immediately furious: "What kind of people are these? They have hands and feet, but they don't know how to work, yet they have the nerve to order you around!"

"You haven't even married yet, and they already dare to treat you like this. If you really marry them, they will probably go even further and torture you to death!"

Jiang Anning thought to herself: In her previous life, wasn’t she tortured to death by the Zhao family?

"Fortunately, you discovered it early and came to your senses. You reported the man to the government and cancelled the engagement. Otherwise, if you really married into such a family, you might even lose your life."

Aunt Fang scolded the Zhao family harshly.

After that, whenever she heard someone mention that Jiang An Ning broke off the engagement with the Zhao family, saying that she was too cruel and sent the man to jail without giving in, which was really heartless and ungrateful and not a good match, she would rush up and curse them, and then tell them about the despicable things the Zhao family had done, until the other party also started to curse the Zhao family as good-for-nothings.

Of course, these are all for later.

At this time, Aunt Fang was only concerned about feeling sorry for Jiang An Ning, and she felt extremely distressed.

She felt sorry for her because she lost her parents at a young age and had to grow up alone with difficulty. She was finally promised to be married, but she didn't expect that the other party had evil intentions and was a good-for-nothing. She almost got trapped in a fire pit and lost her life.

Although the engagement has been cancelled smoothly, people are still prejudiced and always like to blame the poor people for their faults and sins.