Scholar and old attack

It is true that the words of benefiting the heart are true. Jiang Yuancai is sorry for their mother and son, but his actions are not for the benefit of these tribesmen.

After things fell apart, not only did these clansmen not come out to help, but they even made trouble, which is chilling to say the least.

Jiang Jingyuan stared coldly at the indifferent clansmen in front of him clamoring for him to accept To Tian, ​​his eyes were deep, and he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Xu Shuizhou saw that something was wrong in the Jiang family's yard, so he grabbed a hoe and carried it to protect Jiang Jingyuan's side, in case these aggressive villagers jumped over the wall in a hurry.

"Ah--"

Jiang Jingyuan sneered, it seems that he still overestimated these clansmen.

"Nephew Jing Yuan, please give me a sweet word. Whether you are helping us uncles or not, you can't just forget about our clansmen when you get rich. You can't be that ungrateful person."

Seeing Jiang Jingyuan's silence for a long time, the people in the clan became a little impatient.

As soon as the members of the Jiang clan said this, some villagers nearby became a little reluctant, "What is ungrateful? They say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Jing Yuan has never seen you clansmen help out once or twice since he was a child. Now Jing Yuan has Promising, you all hit the pole one by one to beat the autumn wind, but you can run fast."

"Don't say it so harshly. What Jing Yuan said is that we are members of the Jiang clan. It's not up to outsiders like you to intervene in our clan's affairs." Watching others develop, you can't back down no matter what.

"What do you mean we are outsiders? Although we are not direct descendants of the Jiang family, my son also married a woman from your Jiang family, so he is considered to be Jing Yuan's relatives. How can you deny your own daughter?"

Jiang Jingyuan looked at the farce in the yard, and the sneer on his lips became colder and colder. His dark eyes were as deep as black holes, making people afraid to look at them.

He tidied up his robe in a leisurely manner, paying attention to all the people in the yard, as if these people were not as good as a piece of clothing on him.

"Let's leave, uncles." Jiang Jingyuan tidied up his clothes, without even looking at his clansmen, he just said something indifferently.

The clansmen who were still arguing were obviously stunned for a moment, "Jing Yuan, we are all your uncles, so you just have the heart to see us live in poverty."

"Oh." Jiang Jingyuan's eyes became even colder, "I'm afraid this uncle may have said something wrong. When I, Jiang Jingyuan, was about to die, I didn't see any of you living in poverty."

As soon as Jiang Jingyuan's words fell, the noisy courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Jingyuan moved his body slowly, pressing every step of the way, and said word by word, "When I was on the hospital bed with my last breath, why didn't I see you come to take care of me, uncle."

"When my mother asked people to borrow money for my medical treatment, why didn't you see uncles like you come out to help me? Why didn't I see you so-called uncles come out to help when I lost a relative in my year."

Jiang Jingyuan walked into the clansmen in front of him step by step, staring at them with inexplicable eyes, and his cold tone was like Shura, wanting to drag people to hell.

"Now that my health is recovering, you people who claim to be my uncles have come out like disgusting leeches wanting to suck the blood of both of us, mother and child, before giving up."

Jiang Jingyuan came in front of the clansmen, looked at them with a condescending look, and sneered, "Look at your current appearance, do you have any talents as elders? If you want others to give, you must first give something. I don’t need to tell you all these principles one by one.”

That uncle Jiang Jingyuan bit him hard, they couldn't afford such a relative.

Jiang Jingyuan's words were so reasonable and well-founded that the clansmen present couldn't lift their heads up, and all of them looked ashen.

"Even if we were sorry to Jing Yuan and your family in the past, then you shouldn't give tax exemption to these outsiders."

Even so, there are still some people who refute. In these people's hearts, they don't feel that they have done anything wrong. Even if they are sorry for Jiang Jingyuan's mother and son first, Jiang Jingyuan can't help but treat them well.

Jiang Jingyuan glanced at them coldly, and was no longer willing to talk to them. For this kind of people whose brains have been rotten, no matter how many correct views are instilled, it is useless. There is only one way to deal with this kind of people, to control violence with violence!

"Since the uncles want to come to farm, then come, five taels of silver per mu."

Jiang Jingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the clansman in front of him indifferently.

"hiss!"

The clansmen gasped.

"Five taels of silver, Jing Yuan, I'm afraid you're thinking about money like crazy. The five taels of silver would take years of hard work for the whole family to save."

"Yes, this is five taels of silver, who can get it out of it."

"They are all miserable poor people."

Having said so much, there is no one who is considerate of Jiang Jingyuan. They are all selfish and only think about themselves. Looking at these people who claim to be his uncles and aunts, Jiang Jingyuan suddenly feels a little tired.

Rubbing his swollen temples, Jiang Jingyuan said indifferently, "That's the end of the story, it's up to you, uncles, to listen or not."

After the words fell, Jiang Jingyuan changed the topic again, "Of course, if you uncles feel that what happened today is something Jing Yuan did too much, you can invite the elders of the clan to expel Jing Yuan's family from the clan."

Jiang Jingyuan's words gave the people in the clan a clue, that's right, as long as their mother and son are expelled from the clan and they are homeless, they will have no choice but to beg them.

At the moment, many people are moved.

"My grandson said it well. If you Jiang clan members are not rare, our Chen family village will welcome you. But before that, I have to take back what he gave to Jiang clan people for my son-in-law."

At this time, an elegant middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties walked out of the crowd. He was wearing a meticulous dark blue robe. Instead of looking old-fashioned, it gave people an oppressive aura, making the people on both sides give way automatically.

"Father." Chen Xiuxiu said in a low voice with tears in her eyes.

Jiang Jingyuan also saluted him, "Grandpa."

"En." Chen Yuhong just nodded slightly, looking indifferent, but those eyes full of admiration betrayed him.

"Father, why are you here?" Chen Xiuxiu stepped forward, surprised and delighted.

Chen Yuhong glanced at the weather-beaten Chen Xiuxiu, and said sharply, "If I don't come again, I'm afraid you will all be bullied to death. How did I teach you at home? Ma Shan is ridden by others, and Ren Shan is bullied by others. You really don't know that at all." Didn't get it into my head."

Chen Yuhong's tone sounded like he was blaming Chen Xiuxiu, but his words were defending Chen Xiuxiu everywhere.

"Everyone from the Jiang family, I, Chen, feel honored to have a grandson like Jing Yuan, and I am also glad that my daughter can find a husband like Yuan Mao. I also have to sigh that the water in your Jiang family does nourish people, but ..."

Chen Yuhong's words changed, "But since your Jiang family doesn't want my grandson anymore, and even blamed Yuanmao, our Chen family can take advantage of it. I don't mind my daughter recruiting a son-in-law, and I don't mind letting the Chen family's ancestral hall let her go. Yuanmao's memorial tablet, I think my grandson would not mind changing his surname to Chen."

Chen Yuhong's words made Jiang Jingyuan feel better.

There was not a single word in his words to criticize the Jiang clan, but he satirized the Jiang clan everywhere, so that none of the Jiang clan dared to raise their heads, let alone make a sound.

"Cough, cough, what Chen Xianggong said is wrong." As soon as Chen Yuhong finished speaking, the elder of the Jiang clan was helped out.

Chen Yuhong bowed slightly to the elder of the Jiang clan, "I have met the elder of the Jiang clan."

"Chen Xianggong, we have something to talk about. I watched Jing Yuan grow up. How could we not love him? Cough cough cough..."

The elder of the Jiang clan was indeed old, he could speak in a hurry, and coughed non-stop before finishing a few sentences.

"Old Jiang, you know me, Chen Yuhong, as a human being. I respect you, but I won't let the people behind you forcefully persecute my grandson."

Chen Yuhong's face turned cold, and he waited for the old Jiang clan to catch his breath before speaking.

Someone from the clan brought a bamboo chair for the clan elder from behind. Hearing what Chen Yuhong said, the elder of the Jiang clan glared at the clansman behind him and said timidly, "Chen Xianggong calm down, what happened today was indeed done by our Jiang clan." It’s too much, as the elder of the clan, I have to say sorry to Jing Yuan for treating them.”

Jiang Jingyuan hurriedly moved away, "Clan elder, it has nothing to do with you at this time."

Jiang Jingyuan was angry, but he was not ignorant of the world. Today's matter has nothing to do with the clan elders.

"Hehe, Jing Yuan has grown up. I remember that you were just a little bit small when you were born, but you grew so big in the blink of an eye." The clan elder gestured a length with trembling hands, those deep and cloudy eyes Seeing Jiang Jingyuan's nose sore.

"Since the Jiang family has come forward, I, Chen Yuhong, am not unreasonable. As long as you come up with an explanation and promise not to bully my daughter and grandson again, I can let this matter go, or I, Chen Yuhong, will be smashed to pieces. , I also want you to make your Jiang family look good."

Chen Yuhong's eyes flickered for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, he still planned to let it go, because he couldn't really let his grandson change his mother's surname.

"Chen Xianggong is a sensible person. How about this? Since our Jiang family is sorry for Jing Yuan's family, let these troublemakers write a letter of commitment, and each family will punish one person to go to the ancestral hall to kowtow to Yuanmao to admit their mistakes. How can I be alone? There is also a boat, as an apology, let’s give it to Jing Yuan.”

The old Jiang clan said with a smile, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"Father, that boat..." The elder Jiang's son was a little anxious. That boat was the best boat in the village, so he just gave it away.

"What are you panicking about? You don't need that boat. It's better to give Jing Yuan a head start. I wish him smooth sailing. I, an old man, have nothing to sell." Jiang clan elder sighed softly. In one breath, he looked even older.

The gaze that looked at Jiang Jingyuan was a bit ethereal, as if looking at another person through Jiang Jingyuan.

Jiang Jingyuan knew that he wanted to find a little shadow of Jiang Yuanmao in himself, but unfortunately he was neither Jiang Yuanmao nor "Jiang Jingyuan".

The author has something to say: the abuse is still light, and I will clean it up slowly in the future.

I also opened an advance copy of "Cultivating Immortals is worse than Farming", I don't know if you like it or not.