Feng Heming

Chapter 11 Big Fist
No matter how smart Jiang Yuanxi was, she was still a little lady, even beating people was considered deviant by her aunt, when she suddenly heard the sentence "Why don't you kill them", her whole body tensed up.

Gai was surprised by the indifferent tone of the old man in black, as if he was crushing ants.

When you trample an ant to death, will you take it to heart?
I'm afraid if you step on it to death, you won't notice that your feet have been stained with blood, right?

But what if the ants turned into living people?

Killing a person is like killing an ant, indifferently, how cruel must this person be?

Jiang Yuanxi swallowed his throat with difficulty, and his voice was extremely difficult, "It's just a verbal dispute, why is it here?"

"Kill one as an example to others."

The faint voice of the old man in black sounded, taking it for granted.

Jiang Yuanxi was silent.

After a while, she continued, "Killing people is a crime. People who kill people will always kill them."

"As long as your fist is big enough, no one can judge you, you are the rule maker."

Every word of the old man in black's words was like a heavy drum, hitting her heart again and again.

Deafening.

Jiang Yuanxi lowered his head, looked at his white and tender palm, and murmured: "Fist?"

Under her gaze, her palm slowly clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of her hand were exposed, "Fist!"

"The makers of the rules!"

These almost murmured words gently echoed in this space, but Jiang Yuanxi had already disappeared.

The old man in black looked at the place where Jiang Yuanxi was sitting just now, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Those who want to achieve great things must erect an iron wall in their hearts. Only those who cannot shake can take the first step."

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

Jiang Yuanxi clenched his fists like this, and opened his eyes until dawn.

When A Fang waited for her to get up and wash up, he was frightened by the blood in her eyes.

He found the maid on duty at night and sternly reprimanded her.

Looking at Wu Niang's appearance, it was obvious that she didn't sleep well all night, and the maid on duty didn't notice it, she was negligent!

"Afang, it's none of her business, it's because I can't sleep at night."

Although Jiang Yuanxi's eyes were bloodshot, he was in good spirits.

She hadn't slept all night, but her thoughts had come to her senses.

She already knew what she was going to do.

As a personal maid, A Fang thought that she could not sleep well because of her visit to Cui's mansion yesterday, and while feeling distressed, she ordered the maid to cook a bowl of bird's nest porridge with rock sugar, and said in a low voice:

"Wu Niang, why don't you go to the clan school today and ask for a day off? If you are like this, you will not be energetic in class."

Ethnology?

Jiang Yuanxi touched her nose, and she said, why have I forgotten some things in the past few days, so I haven't been to ethnology since I came back!

"Well, you can help me take another day off."

After drinking a bowl of bird's nest porridge, Jiang Yuanxi went to find his mother.

"Auntie, Auntie"

Jiang Yuanxi walked into Shi'an Garden, and the maids outside the door saw her coming, and blessed her one after another.

Seeing her daughter coming, Zheng Youniang raised her eyebrows slightly, "You don't go to ethnology today, why come here at this time?"

Then she saw the blood in her daughter's eyes, her face sank, she looked at A Fang behind her, and scolded, "How do you serve Wu Niang?"

Jiang Yuanxi waved his hand, "Aniang, it's none of their business, it's because I can't sleep at night."

Zheng Youniang stroked her face, "Is there something on your mind?"

Jiang Yuanxi sat beside Zheng Youniang affectionately, resting his head on her shoulder, with a smile on his face, he said flatteringly: "Mother, I want a shop to practice my hands."

Zheng Youniang clapped her hands and looked at her suspiciously, "Want a shop to practice your hands? But don't you always treat money like dung and say that A Duwu is too vulgar?"

This daughter of hers has always been the darling of the Jiang family. She is the best in terms of food, clothing, and drinking. From time to time, her father-in-law subsidizes it privately. Even as a mother, she doesn't know how much she has in her small coffers. .

To be honest, if she wasn't her own daughter, Zheng Youniang wouldn't like such a little lady.

Everyone in the family knows that she is known as a child prodigy. She is proud and arrogant, and she is proudly raised by the family. Wu Niang only had Cui Yaniang to give her a handkerchief—if other people didn't suit her, she would always keep her identity, with a cold face, and refuse people thousands of miles away.

As the youngest lady of the Jiang family, all her brothers and sisters love and dote on her, and she has her father-in-law as her backer, so she only needs to order anything she wants, so there is no need for gold and silver.

No one in the house knew that Fifth Lady always regarded money as dung, and she came to tell her suddenly that she wanted a shop to practice her hands. Zheng Youniang was even more surprised than seeing her daughter help her niece Yueniang out yesterday.

Jiang Yuanxi straightened his body, straightened his back, put his hands on his knees, and looked at Zheng Youniang seriously, "Aniang, this is why I stayed up all night last night."

Zheng Youniang also sat upright, listening to her daughter's words.

"Aniang, I just found out during my trip to the Cui Mansion yesterday that I have reached the age of learning. Yaniang told me that she has already helped her Auntie take care of most of the dowry, and will be in charge of the middle school for the future marriage. Prepare to feed.

I'm one year younger than Yaniang, and I think I'm going to learn how to take care of the dowry just like Yaniang. "

Cui Yaniang met her yesterday, of course she didn't say this, but she did know that Cui Yaniang had already learned how to take care of feeders from Mrs. Cui at this time, and she was sure that she would not object to this reason.

Zheng Youniang really thought about it, her daughter is already 12 years old, and she has indeed reached the age of learning how to run a family, and what she wants is what she should ask for. As for why she suddenly had the idea of ​​running a shop, she attributed it to Cui Yaniang. It was Cui Yaniang's persuasion that made her let go of that bit of grievance.

Now that her daughter has started to understand, Zheng Youniang was afraid that she might be acting on a whim, so she immediately ordered her personal maid, Azhu, to bring her account books.

After picking and choosing for a while, Zheng Youniang handed Jiang Yuanxi an account book, "This is a ready-to-wear shop under Aniang's name, you can use it to practice first, if you don't understand anything, you can ask Aniang."

Jiang Yuanxi took a look at the account book, put it away, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Ma'am."

When Jiang Yuanxi walked out of Shi'an Garden, he was still a little excited.

After a sleepless night last night, she finally figured it out. Since she didn't want to be slaughtered, she should make her fist so big that no one dared to resist.

Only by becoming the rule-maker can the family avoid certain death.

As the saying goes, soldiers and horses go first before using food and grass.Before that, premeditated major events cannot be separated from the support of money.

She asked A Niang that getting a shop was the first step, and she wanted to try to see if she could open up a way of making money for the family.

Father in the world, happy and safe O(∩_∩)O haha~
(End of this chapter)