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Jiang Muxuan patted his younger brother's shoulder comfortingly, "Don't be sad. Now that she's back, we can try our best to treat her well and make up for the lost time."

Of course, if things really turn out as they think, he will dig out everyone who should pay the price for this, one by one, and not let a single one go!

Jiang Muxuan's dark eyes appeared particularly unfathomable and mysterious in the dimly lit room.

...

In the town.

There was a knock on the door at the corner of the alley, and the woman inside opened it.

If Jiang Yuyan were here, she would realize that the woman who opened the door was the same beautiful woman who had opened the door for her earlier.

"Hey, who's this? Isn't this Jiang Guangqiang, the reformed guy? What brings you here?"

Jiang Laosan chuckled, pretending not to hear the woman's sarcastic remarks, and smiled obsequiously at her.

"Sister-in-law, please don't laugh at me. How could I dare let you call me brother? It's like this, is Brother Hao here? I have a big business deal I'd like to discuss with him."

The woman looked at him suspiciously, pursed her lips, and told him to wait in the yard before going inside.

Jiang Laosan sneered inwardly. She was just a woman who had been ridden by thousands, yet she dared to look at him with such contempt.

Hmph, once Brother Hao has had his fill of her and doesn't want her anymore, her good days will be over. She'll be waiting for him to torment her and take revenge for her past contempt for him.

Bitch!

A moment later, a man less than 1.6 meters tall with a face covered in pockmarks appeared. As soon as he appeared, Jiang Laosan was like a mouse seeing a cat, not daring to make any small moves.

The pockmarked man: "Qiangzi, you wanted to see me? I heard you have a big business deal to discuss?"

Jiang Laosan dared not hide anything and told him everything about the money from the division of the Jiang family property and Jiang Yuyan's situation.

"Oh no," he said, rubbing his hands sheepishly. "Brother Hao, according to the rules, I'll only take three layers. How about that? Is this a good deal?"

"Are you sure that woman you're talking about is that stunning? You know, if you dare to lie to me, I'll make you fertilizer for the fields."

Jiang Laosan felt a chill run down his spine, but forced a smile, "I absolutely guarantee it, really, when have I ever lied to you, Brother Hao?"

The pockmarked man stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

"Alright, things don't seem too tense lately. Looks like the scapegoat method is working well, fooling those cops. After this job, I can finally relax."

Imagining it, the pockmarked face's attitude towards Jiang Laosan softened considerably.

At noon, Jiang Yuyan finished making the ointment before her mother returned, but she didn't have any clean adhesive strips to use.

Just as she was pondering this, Jiang's mother came back to cook.

Jiang Yuyan temporarily put aside the ointment matter and went to assist her mother.

Although she has the original owner's memories and has been able to do chores since childhood, Jiang Yuyan in the 25th century is lazy and inactive. Apart from brewing Chinese medicine and decocting herbs, she fries everything she cooks, making her a veritable human kitchen killer.

I could only lend a hand and help out Mother Jiang.

"Oh dear, don't come into the kitchen. Go and call your third brother over. I need to talk to him."

Jiang Yuyan felt helpless, knowing that her mother didn't want her to be overworked, and she always felt that she shouldn't do these rough jobs.

If they knew that the original owner had worked in the Lin family since childhood, would they be so angry that they would want to run up and kill the Lin family members?

Jiang Muren followed his younger sister over. "Mother, you wanted to see me?"

"Quick, go chop some firewood. We don't have enough firewood at home. We need to find some time to go up the mountain and gather some more."

"Oh well."

Jiang Muren nodded in agreement, took out a thick piece of firewood, placed it on the stake, took a deep breath, gripped the axe tightly, and chopped down with all his might—

With a thud, the axe struck the wooden stake, but the firewood remained undamaged.

"Pfft!"

Jiang Yuyan covered her mouth, her eyebrows curving upwards, unable to suppress her laughter; her third brother was just too funny.

Jiang Muren's face flushed red. "Ahem, that one doesn't count. This time, one time is fine."

When Jiang's father returned and saw the situation, he immediately grabbed the axe and started chopping away. In no time, he had chopped up a small pile of firewood.

Jiang's mother shook her head, "Third son, you're supposed to be a man! Even your little girl is laughing at you, how can you not practice more?"

I don't know who this third son takes after. Not only is he physically weak, but he's also not very bright. He's the kind of idiot who would definitely get scammed and end up helping the scammers count their money.

Jiang Muren chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, and even appearing quite self-righteous.

"Mom, this just proves I'm not suited for manual labor. From now on, find me an easy office job, and I'll take it easy!"

Jiang Mu shoveled the pot over, "Dream on!"

Jiang Muren dodged ahead of her, hiding behind his younger sister, and even provoked their mother.

Jiang Yuyan quickly stopped her mother, who was furious and wanted to grab a stick, "Mother, the pot is smoking."

Jiang Muren suppressed a laugh and gave her a thumbs up.

Wow, how can food cook if it's not smoking in the pot? My sister is even bolder than him, hahaha!

at night,

Jiang Yuyan saw the dark ointment on the table and realized that she hadn't delivered the ointment to her older brother yet.

After thinking for a moment, she took the ointment and went out to knock on Jiang Muxuan's door.

"Who?"

"Big brother, it's me."

The person inside paused for a moment, then said, "Come in!"

Jiang Yuyan put down the ointment and met Jiang Muxuan's questioning gaze. She chuckled.

"Brother, your leg must be hurting a lot right now, right? We don't have any painkillers, how about you try my homemade ointment?"

Looking at that dark, unsightly thing, Jiang Muxuan wanted to refuse, but he opened his mouth and said, "Then, shall we give it a try?"

Jiang Yuyan chuckled and took the ointment over. Before he could change his mind, she quickly scooped up a dollop and smeared it on Jiang Muxuan's leg, then carefully applied it to him.

The sticky, gooey feeling made Jiang Muxuan feel a little uncomfortable. He wanted to say something, but seeing the person in front of him carefully applying the ointment, he couldn't say a word.

After applying the ointment, Jiang Yuyan used clean clothes instead of gauze to wrap his legs tightly, making sure there were no gaps before straightening up.

"Brother, how are you feeling now? If you feel hot, that means the medicine is taking effect, it's nothing to worry about."

Jiang Muxuan nodded, "I don't feel hot right now. It's late, you should go back and rest."

Just as Jiang Yuyan was about to leave, she heard her older brother's deep voice behind her, "Also, thank you for the ointment."

With an involuntary smile, Jiang Yuyan skipped back to her room.

At one o'clock in the morning, everyone in the "Smell of Shit" team fell into a deep sleep.

Under the moonlight, a group of five or six men ran towards Jiang Yuyan's house.

They listened intently to the wall, but there was no sound inside. With a gesture, five men quickly jumped over the wall and into the courtyard, leaving one man to keep watch.

Jiang Yuyan had not yet fallen into a deep sleep. According to her timeline in the 25th century, this was the time when she was happily eating and drinking.

Suddenly, she heard a series of loud bangs outside. Although the sounds were faint, they still made her realize something was wrong.

He immediately got up, wanting to grab a suitable weapon, but there was nothing in the room except for a table and chairs.

With no other option, Jiang Yuyan grabbed a chair and stared intently at the door.