Hitting her left you behind

Jiang Yun Ning was stunned, and even doubted whether there was something wrong with her ears.

"I left in a hurry today and didn't take many valuables with me. These bracelets were left to me by my mother, and the hairpin in my hair is made of pure gold. And in this purse, oh dear, there are only a few dozen taels of silver left. You can take it for now."

In just over ten seconds, Madam Qian had already taken off the valuable hairpin from her head and the earrings from her ears, and stuffed them into Jiang Yun Ning's arms.

"Mrs. Qian? Are you alright?"

To be honest, Jiang Yun Ning was genuinely a little scared.

She could accept it if he cried and begged her not to pursue the matter, or if he yelled at her. She never expected it to be like this.

She sent Mrs. Qian's husband to jail.

Mrs. Qian, happily, gave it to her.

money?

"Girl, don't laugh at me. I've wanted to leave him for a long time, but every time I bring up divorce, he refuses, saying he won't agree unless I leave my dowry behind."

"That old hag, he made his fortune and started his business off my dowry, and now he's eyeing the rest of it?"

If it weren't for the money, she would have left long ago. Why would she spend her days chanting Buddhist scriptures in the backyard?

Everyone thought she was heartbroken and that's why she hid in the Buddhist hall, ignoring the jealous women vying for her attention.

Only she knew that she chanted scriptures and prayed to Buddha because whenever she had free time, she couldn't help but stick sticks into effigies to curse her husband. She even considered poisoning him to death.

That's good. Two years is enough time for her to completely take control of everything in the Qian family.

Seeing the disgust and anger in Madam Qian's eyes, Jiang Yun Ning was certain she wasn't lying. It was just that the amount of silver was too much; she felt embarrassed to accept it.

"Mr. Qian..." she began, then realized something was amiss. Mrs. Qian disliked Mr. Qian so much that she naturally didn't like being addressed by her husband's surname: "What is your original surname?"

Madam Qian smiled and said, "My maiden name is Cheng, and my given name is Cheng Yannan. You can call me Aunt Cheng."

Jiang Yunning nodded: "Aunt Cheng, this is too much."

As he spoke, he took out ten taels of silver from his purse: "This money is enough for me to repaint the burned walls. The rest is for compensation for emotional distress."

Cheng Yannan was taken aback, then frowned: "This is not enough. No, no, take some more."

Jiang Yun Ning waved her hands repeatedly, carefully placing the bracelet in her arms onto the small table covered with a soft cloth, afraid that it might be accidentally bumped and broken.

"Aunt Cheng, my elder brother is still waiting for me, I have to go." After saying that, she got up, lifted the curtain, and got off the carriage.

Seeing that she insisted on not accepting, Cheng Yannan did not continue. He watched as she got into the carriage and swayed away from his sight.

"Grandma Zhang, let's go home and prepare a generous gift. Tomorrow, come with me to thank her at her door!" Cheng Yannan said excitedly, casually putting the bracelet she had just taken off back on.

Jiang Yuning and her brother had just entered the village when they were unaware that their doorstep was already surrounded by people.

Inside the main room, the village head and Jiang Laosan sat together. Jiang Laosan anxiously drank cup after cup of water, occasionally getting up to look around.

"Why aren't you back yet?"

He frowned, and the lines on his already wrinkled face appeared even deeper.

Could it be that the county magistrate was bribed by the wealthy Qian?

He dared to think these words, but dared not ask them.

Outside the courtyard wall, many people gathered around the dark wall and began to express their regret.

"Oh dear, look what happened to this perfectly good house, the walls are burned."

"Exactly, it's a tragedy. The perfectly good wall is burned black."

"Fortunately, it was discovered quickly. It's always good to have a large family."

The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the air, and the crowd quickly made way: "Yun Ning, what's wrong with your wall?"

"And, he must have offended someone, right?" Fu Shaoli's eyes were filled with barely concealed schadenfreude, and Jiang Zhaodi, who was following behind her, nodded in agreement: "Exactly, exactly."

"It takes two to tango," Fu Shaoli rolled her eyes, then spurred on by the onlookers.

"Luckily, it was discovered in time. If it hadn't been discovered, our whole village would have been implicated! If it had burned down, how would we have celebrated the New Year? It's too dangerous to have someone like that in the village!"

Jiang Yunning, supported by Jiang Yuntian, stepped down from the carriage. With a cold expression, she walked up to Fu Shaoli, a smirk playing on her lips, and slapped her across the face: "See if a slap makes a sound?"

Fu Shaoli is disgusting. She's always causing trouble and trying to incite the villagers to be her enemies.

We really have no choice but to take action.

Fu Shaoli was stunned by the beating, covering her face and staring wide-eyed for a long time before she could recover.

"Jiang Yunning! You must have offended someone with your bad temper! Otherwise, why would they only burn down your house?" Jiang Zhaodi saw that it was time to show off her skills again.

Before he could even roll up his sleeves, he received two slaps: "You hit her but forgot about you, didn't you? Why did I only hit you and not the others?"

"Jiang Yunning! How dare you hit me!" Fu Shaoli had already come to her senses and rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight.

Jiang Yuntian stood in front of him, as still as a wooden stake.

"Enough!" The village head, hearing the commotion, came out and looked at Jiang Yun Ning and Jiang Yun Tian, ​​the brother and sister: "How about it?"

Jiang Yun Ning laughed: "He's been arrested. He'll be in jail for two years. He also got fifty lashes."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Fu Shaoli: "Fu Shaoli, you said that if the county magistrate has already made a judgment, it shouldn't be wrong, right?"

Fu Shaoli's eyes flickered: "Of course not."

Jiang Yun Ning nodded thoughtfully: "So, do you still want to kick me out of the village?"

The village head's expression changed, and his gaze towards Fu Shaoli was filled with anger: "Fu family girl, what nonsense are you spouting now?"

"Fu Shaoli just said that it was fortunate that the fire was discovered in time yesterday, otherwise it would have affected the entire village. She said it's too dangerous for people like that to stay in the village."

Those who love a good show started to jeer and, in a few words, recounted the scene from earlier.

"I didn't. I was just doing it for everyone's good," Fu Shaoli hurriedly explained.

The village head took a few deep breaths: "Fu family girl, when your father bought the house in the village, I told him that if you couldn't adapt, you could leave anytime. If you want to leave, I'll go talk to your father tonight."

"Village head! Why are you protecting her?" Fu Shaoli was so angry that she pointed at the village head's nose and asked without any regard for the consequences.

Jiang Zhaodi blinked and stopped rushing forward foolishly.

She could have a minor argument with Jiang Yun Ning; they were of the same generation. But she wouldn't dare to argue with the village head.

The village head's eyes reddened with anger: "Why? Because she can ensure everyone in the village has enough to eat and wear!"

"In the past, many people tightened their belts to make ends meet in winter. If it weren't for Yun Ning teaching us how to grow corn, we wouldn't even have enough to pay our taxes, let alone have surplus grain."

This village had finally achieved a comfortable life thanks to Jiang Yunning's leadership. We can't let the Fu family, like a rotten apple, spoil the whole bunch.