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"Hey, have you heard? A young man has come to Old Man Liu's house. He is said to be the nephew of his wife. He is so handsome that you can pinch his face to make water come out." A middle-aged, plump woman was sitting in the car, cracking melon seeds, with saliva and melon seed shells constantly coming out of her mouth.

"Yumei is pretty, so her nephew must be pretty good too." The middle-aged man pulling the cart agreed casually. He added that the man was dark and thin, sweating profusely. The cart he was pulling was full of firewood and the fat middle-aged woman. The man kept wiping his sweat with the towel hanging around his neck. It was obvious that he was pulling the cart with great effort.

"Yo~~~" the woman stretched out her voice, "You call me Yumei all the time, so intimate. Is that bitch prettier or am I? Tell me, tell me!" The woman pulled the man's ear.

"Crash!" the firewood on the cart fell down. The woman was still pulling the man's ear, asking sternly who was prettier, her or Yumei. The man pulled her hand away, parked the cart and went to pick up firewood. "You dare to hit my hand! Ouch! I can't live anymore!" The woman sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and throwing a tantrum.

The thin and dark man glanced at her and was very helpless as he busied himself picking up the pile of firewood on the ground. In order to survive the winter, every household in Liujiazhuang had to stock up on firewood and firewood for the winter. The firewood he had tied up with great difficulty was thrown all over the ground by the fat white woman.

When Liu's mother drove the cart over and saw the mess on the ground, she quickly put down the cart and went forward to help pick up firewood. Xiao Hai also helped to pick up firewood, while Ye Hansheng held their own cart.

"Thank you, Sister Yumei." The man thanked her honestly and nodded to Xiaohai and Ye Hansheng with a smile.

The woman who was sitting on the ground and making a scene suddenly stopped crying.

The woman stepped forward and knocked the firewood out of Liu's mother's hand, shouting, "Do you really need to pick up our firewood?"

"Ahua, what are you doing?" the man was a little impatient.

"Shut up! What? Are you feeling sorry for your sister Yumei?!" the fat white woman named Ahua screamed.

The man was silent out of cowardice, and Xiao Hai put down the firewood in his hand.

"Zhang Yumei, are you seducing my man? Are you two having an affair? Tell me!" Bai Pang said provocatively.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiao Hai pointed at Bai Pang and said loudly!

Mother Liu pulled Xiao Hai behind her.

"Cai Xiaohua, I'm kind enough to collect firewood for your family. Is it appropriate for you to spit at me?" Zhang Yumei said slowly, "I seduced your man? I had an affair with your man? I've never seen someone like you who would cuckold yourself!"

"Zhang Yumei, is your husband dead? You came out to get laid! You slut, it's obvious that you came out to seduce men! You rely on your looks and have no shame!" The fat white man spitted everywhere.

"You shrew!" Xiao Hai clenched his fists and cursed angrily. Mother Liu held Xiao Hai's hand and comforted him.

"Who in my family pulls firewood? I love my man, unlike some bitches!" Mother Liu continued to be aggressive. "I am pretty, but I don't have the fat you have!"

"You bitch!" Bai Pang was so angry that he was fuming. He took out a handful of melon seeds and threw them at Zhang Yumei's face. Ye Hansheng dodged and stood in front of Liu's mother. He waved his sleeves and the flying melon seeds bounced back and hit Bai Pang in the face. Bai Pang screamed "Ah" and red marks appeared on her face.

Ye Hansheng's wide sleeves slowly fell down, revealing his stunning face. Even the coarse linen clothes could not hide his brilliance.

The fat white man tilted his head back with his eyes wide open, swallowed, and tucked his hair behind his ears, making his face look even bigger.

She took a few steps forward and got much closer to Ye Hansheng.

"Oh~ You are Zhang Yumei's nephew?! Zhang Yumei, I've never heard that you have a nephew? Is this really a nephew? Could he be a gigolo that your family keeps?!"

More and more villagers passed by and watched, and everyone was talking to each other.

"Ahua, you are going too far. Liu's nephew has been here for more than half a month and has helped the village a lot. How can you say that?"

"Yeah, yeah, you can't talk like that!"

"Li's wife, please stop talking."

"Shut up, this is none of your business. You're just meddling in other people's business!" Fatty Bai scolded the villagers who were trying to persuade her.

She paced around Ye Hansheng, then came to Zhang Yumei, crossed her arms and said frivolously, "This boy is fair and tender, really not bad. Zhang Yumei, which brothel did you get such a good-looking boy from?"

Ye Hansheng's eyes were cold, and murderous intent gradually rose.

"Crack!" sound!

Zhang Yumei, who is usually gentle, slapped Bai Pang in the face with such force that Bai Pang was stunned.

"You bitch, no matter what you say about me, I won't bother with you. If you dare to say that about my child, I'll smash your mouth!"

"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Zhang Yumei pulled Bai Pang's hair and slapped her continuously. At this time, Bai Pang came to her senses and began to fight back. She pounced on Zhang Yumei.

Ye Hansheng threw two stones without anyone noticing.

"Plop", "Plop", Bai Pang suddenly knelt down, his face twitching with pain. Zhang Yumei continued to pull her hair and slap her mouth. Bai Pang moved his hands and was hit by stones. He moved his feet and was hit by stones. The pain from the stones was more painful than when Liu Mu slapped her.

Bai Pang burst into tears and rolled on the ground. Her husband, Old Man Li, was quietly picking up firewood on the side and had no intention of paying any attention to her. The villagers came over to separate them. Most of them came to pull Bai Pang away, and only a small number of people came to symbolically pull Zhang Yumei away.

The scene became like this: Bai Pang was pulled by everyone and couldn't move freely. Zhang Yumei attacked Bai Pang with both hands and beat him until his face was bruised and swollen.

"You coward, your own wife has been beaten like this, and you still don't beat this bitch to death!" The fat white man cursed Old Man Li incoherently and sharply, as if his mouth was stuffed with a sock.

"Old Li, hurry up and take your wife home. Don't let her show up here."

"Yes, Lao Li, please take her back quickly."

The villagers all tried to persuade him.

At this time, Old Man Li had finished picking up the firewood, tied it up to the cart, and went forward to pull up Bai Pang. Bai Pang refused to get up no matter what. He pulled Old Man Li's arm and bit it, cursing loudly. Old Man Li had no choice but to pull his arm free, pull it into the cart and leave.

The fat white man rolled and crawled to his feet, screaming, "Stop right there, you coward!" Old man Li didn't even turn his head.

As Bai Pang ran, he turned back and cursed: "Zhang Yumei, you slut, I'm not done with you!"

At this time, Ye Hansheng threw out another stone.

"Ah!" Bai Pang felt pain in his foot and stumbled into the ditch.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yumei glared at her fiercely.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yumei straightened her hair, took Xiao Hai in one hand and Ye Hansheng in the other and walked towards their car.

"Mom, you are so awesome! You are as awesome as my sister!" Xiao Hai gave a thumbs up.

"Of course! If anyone dares to bully you, I will beat him to a pulp!"

Holding Liu's mother's hand, Ye Hansheng seemed to be back in his childhood, holding his mother's hand, warm and powerful. Liu's mother's words "my child" made him feel the long-lost warmth.

"Ah Sheng, who bullied you again? Let's go, Auntie, beat him up!"

"Ah Sheng, why are you so dirty again?"

"Ah Sheng, eat less oranges. If you eat too much, your stomach will hurt."

More than a decade ago, Ye Hansheng also had a mother who loved him...

"Dad, sister, mom was really strong today. She beat that evil woman so hard that her face was bruised and blue." Xiao Hai told Liu Qingyin and Liu's father what happened today in vivid detail.

"Mom, are you hurt?" Liu Qingyin asked anxiously.

"It's okay, your mother is very strong and she is not hurt!" said Liu's mother proudly.

Father Liu smiled innocently and said, "Don't go fetch firewood next time. I'll do it when I come back."

"Your back injury hasn't healed yet. Wait until you're better before going." Liu's face was warm.

At night, inside the house, Ye Hansheng.

"Zhuiying, how is Liu Qingyin doing today?"

"Miss Liu did a good business today. She sold all her rouge and saved more than five taels of silver. Afterwards, Miss Liu took Father Liu to the clinic to see his back injury."

"Bufeng, tell me, how long is the tongue of that gossipy woman today?" Ye Hansheng took a sip of tea.

"Go and pull it out and measure it." Bufeng showed no emotion, as if he was talking about a commonplace matter.

"Wait, she's too noisy!" Ye Hansheng raised his eyelids and rubbed his ears.

"After today, you will never hear her voice again." Bufeng disappeared in an instant.

The next day, on her way back from work, Liu Qingyin heard villagers say that Bai Pang had eaten poisonous mushrooms by mistake and had hysteria. She had torn her tongue off in the middle of the night, and her mouth was full of blood. Fortunately, she was treated in time and survived. The mushrooms were too poisonous, and her vocal cords were also destroyed.

"Cousin A Sheng, cousin A Sheng!" Xiao Hai shouted.

"Yesterday, Cai Xiaohua ate some poisonous mushrooms and became possessed. She cut off her own tongue!" Xiao Hai panted with a look of horror on his face.

Ye Hansheng turned a page of the book and said softly, "It's so tragic. Xiaohai must distinguish mushrooms when eating them in the future."

After saying this, Ye Hansheng wiped the sweat off Xiao Hai's head and comforted him.

Xiao Hai was comforted, and then said that he would catch a pheasant for Ye Hansheng to eat. After that, he jumped away, and Bufeng walked out from the shadows.

"Sir, this shrew's tongue is three inches and eight inches long." Bufeng knelt on one knee and reported.

"Well, it's indeed longer than the average person's tongue." Ye Hansheng looked at the book calmly.