Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

The uncle looked at Jia Zhang with obvious disgust on his face, and his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at her.

The old godly woman really knew from the beginning.

She deliberately took herself as a fool with Widow Qin.

What is even more hateful than Widow Qin is that she was acting in front of her every day at that time.

Seeing the old man's face changing, Jia Zhang couldn't help feeling frightened.

She knew in her heart that the uncle was not a good person at all behind his back.

She picked up the iron bucket and put it on her chest: "Yi, what do you want to do? Huairu lied to you, but I didn't lie to you?!"

As he spoke, he stepped back step by step.

The elder saw Jiazhang stepping back step by step, and saw that he had already retreated to the bank, and if he retreated, he would fall into the river.

So he yelled: "Old godly woman, stand still!"

Jia Zhang is a person who is completely ignorant of good and evil.

She didn't realize that she had retreated to the river, and if she retreated, she would fall into the water.

She said domineeringly to the uncle: "My surname is Yi, Qin Huairu is jealous of you because she has a bastard son in your hands, and she is afraid that you will abuse her child. But this little bastard is half as good as my Jia family." It doesn't matter if it's wool or not, I don't care if it's life or death. You expect me to stand still and not fight back? That's impossible!"

Seeing Jia Zhang's crazy face, the uncle couldn't help shaking his head.

So, he didn't want to pay any attention to Jia Zhang, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Jiazhang saw that the uncle's entire back was exposed, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then, she raised one foot, slowly raised the iron bucket in her hand, and with all her strength, she smashed the iron bucket to the back of the old man.

The uncle didn't pay attention, and was hit hard on his vest, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"Ouch! Smelly bitch, you sneak up on me!" The uncle yelled at Mrs. Jia Zhang, and in an instant, nameless anger surged up in his heart.

As for Jia Zhang, she didn't realize her dangerous position at all.

When her foot fell, one of her feet hit the moss, followed by a slip, and she fell backwards.

"what--!"

A scream came from Jia Zhang's mouth.

The old man was startled when he heard the voice, and turned his head to look in shock.

I saw Jia Zhang just fell down like this.

The uncle knew that there was no gentle slope on this river bank, and the river below was very deep.

But he didn't hear the sound of Jia Zhang falling into the water.

He ran forward in two steps in three steps, wanting to find out.

When I reached the bank, I looked down into the river, and I saw Mrs. Jia lying on the bank with both hands, hanging in the air.

I saw her holding on to the edge of the river bank, trying to keep herself from falling.

"Help, save me, give me a hand!" Jiazhang couldn't help asking for help when he saw that the uncle had arrived.

The uncle was stunned for a few seconds, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked around.

Except for him and the old godmother Jia Zhang, there was no one at the scene.

He took a step forward, bent down, and slowly stretched out his right hand towards Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang saw that the uncle's hand had reached out to her eyes.

So she let go of one hand and wanted to hold the hand that the uncle extended.

"Quick, give me your hand!" Jia Zhang was anxious, and instinctively called out to the uncle.

"Okay!" The uncle promised, his hand suddenly changed direction in mid-air, and stretched out towards Jia Zhang's other hand that was holding the shore.

Jia Zhang stretched out his hand to grab it, but before he could grab the uncle's hand, five bloodstains were left on the back of his hand.

With only one left hand, she struggled to grab the shore, her knuckles were already white, and she seemed to be unable to hold on.

"Old Yi, hurry up!"

next second.

I saw the old man tearing apart Jia Zhang's fingers that were lying on the bank one by one.

Jia Zhang instantly understood the uncle's intentions, and his pupils dilated instantly, terrified.

It turned out that from the very beginning, Yi Laogou had no intention of helping him.

"what--!"

As soon as he yelled out, Jia Zhang couldn't hold on any longer, and his whole body fell down.

in a blink.

There was only a "plop" sound of falling into the water.

Jia Zhang fell down.

Jia Zhang, who had just fallen into the water, kicked her legs vigorously, thrashing desperately.

"Help, help!"

The uncle stood on the bank, looking expressionlessly at Jia Zhang who was struggling in the river.

"Old godmother, who are you to blame? I just kindly asked you to stand still, and you actually hit me with a bucket? You slipped and slipped yourself, and you can't blame others."

Jia Zhang couldn't swim, and after a few thumps, she gradually felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.

Desperately took a deep breath and kicked out of the water: "Help! Me!"

The old man looked at Jia Zhang in the river with a cold expression, and suddenly turned and left.

"Goodbye, old godly woman, go down and find your own grandson!"

After finishing speaking, the uncle walked towards the courtyard without looking back.

After a moment of effort.

Jia Zhang no longer had the strength to struggle.

The river gradually calmed down.

She finally couldn't make any sound anymore.

Slowly sank to the bottom of the river.

~
Grandpa's house.

The uncle returned to the courtyard slowly and calmly.

Pushing open the door, I saw the big mother coaxing Yi Yuwang to sleep by the bed.

He pushed the door lightly and walked over: "Old woman, is the child asleep?"

The first mother nodded: "Well, you're already asleep. Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?"

When the old man heard the words, his eyes flickered: "I went out for a walk, and there is someone in this courtyard who is going to have a funeral, so I feel irritable."

"Oh, I'm really irritable. Poor boy BangJiao, this kind of thing can happen. Does the next door just cry and shout all day long? The hemp rope is only picky and broken, and bad luck only finds poor people."

The first mother said, stood up, and walked to the washbasin shelf.

When the uncle saw this, his eyes flickered: "Don't mention their family, it's unlucky to talk about it, let's go to bed early."

The aunt nodded, picked up the thermos and poured some boiling water into the washbasin, then scooped up some cold water, reached in to test the temperature, and brought the washbasin in front of the aunt.

"Old Yi, come on, wash your face."

The old man nodded, took the washbasin from the old mother, and dipped his hand into the warm water.

The aunt caught a sharp glimpse of the scar on the uncle's hand, and asked in surprise: "Old Yi, what's the matter with the injury on your hand?"

The uncle was startled, knowing that it was Jia Zhang's scratch just now, so he told himself to calm down.

He quickly took his hand out of the basin, and took a towel to cover the wound.

"I bumped into it in the alley just now, my skin was injured, it doesn't matter."

The aunt did not suspect him, she frowned and asked, "How did you get there? Where did you get there?"

"There was a stray cat at the entrance of the alley just now. I blocked it with my hand. Maybe I was injured at that time. Let's rest early!"

As the uncle spoke, his eyes flickered and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.