"Reflection fence, reflection fence?" Widow Wang waved her hand in front of Jiang Yingliang, trying to bring back her distant soul, "You took it wrong, this is blue." ”

Then the widow apologized to the guest in front of her, and changed it to the water red she wanted.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Yingli came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and a trace of pain flashed by.

Seeing her in such a trance, the widow sighed lightly, and couldn't help but persuade: "You might as well listen to us and go and rest." Jiang Cheng came back from school, and he would feel distressed to see you like this. ”

Speaking of Jiang Cheng, Jiang Yingliang's face was finally a little more angry, and he pursed his lips slightly, thinking that he was also a drag here, but he would make trouble for them.

Just as she was about to agree, Wu Qiuniang knocked on the door at this time.

"Bah, I knew you were a broom star! Hellish star! Wu Qiuniang crossed her hands on her waist and scolded Jiang Yingliang at the door of the store.

The boredom that couldn't be concealed suddenly appeared on his face, Jiang Yingliang's eyebrows were gloomy, his eyes were on fire, if he looked closely, he could see that there was a large sea of burning fire inside.

Wu Qiuniang saw that Jiang Yingli was silent in a low voice, so she thought that she was weak-hearted, and suddenly became more confident: "Since I married you and entered the door, our family has been jumping up, and you still forced my son to cut off relations with me." Now, you're going to kill him! ”

Jiang Yingli was disgusted by Wu Qiuniang's repeated sprinkling and didn't want to pay attention to her, but the dead word made her suddenly recall the scene in the previous nightmare and touched her scales.

At that moment, his voice was raised a lot, and he angrily reprimanded: "You are dead!" Qiu Muyun will never die! ”

"It's no better if it's not dead, and now it's all missing, so many people can't be found. It's not because of you, it's because of you! My son has always been fine before, and when I marry you and go home, I will have many disasters, seriously injured and missing, you quickly return my son to me! ”

In Wu Qiuniang's mouth, all the faults are piled up on Jiang Yingliang, as long as Jiang Yingliang is uncomfortable, and she can get some benefits, she naturally can't ask for it.

So his mouth seemed to be unguarded, and his words became more and more ugly, and he began to cry and mourn, as if Qiu Muyun was dead and was collected by her.

Wu Qiuniang really stepped on Jiang Yingliang's bottom line this time, and even poked Jiang Yingliang's wound, her eyes were red all of a sudden, and she was extremely angry, her mind suddenly shut down, and there was no reason at all, everything could only be done according to the instinct of the body.

"You old immortal, who are you cursing to die? He won't be your son, let alone a mother like you who looks forward to his death every day! Jiang Yingliang shouted angrily, the blazing hatred in her eyes kept flashing, and she wanted to tear Wu Qiuniang's mouth to pieces.

In fact, Jiang Yingli did the same, her thoughts couldn't keep up, and her eyes were now full of trying to shut up Wu Qiuniang.

"Smack." Without any surprise, Jiang Yingli raised his hand high and slapped at Wu Qiuniang's wrinkled old face, and his momentum was like a tiger, and he opened his bow left and right.

"Murder!" Wu Qiuniang didn't expect Jiang Yingliang to be so angry this time, and she stepped forward to do it with herself without saying a word, naturally she was not a good stubble, and after shouting loudly, she scuffled with Jiang Yingliang.

"Quick, pull them away!" Widow Wang and Zhang Wen were very anxious, for fear that Jiang Yingli would suffer a loss, and they wanted to step forward, but they couldn't find the right time, for fear of hurting her by mistake.

The surrounding area is full of people watching the excitement, and they will only applaud vigorously, how can anyone step forward to pull them away and disturb this good show?

And Xiao Jiang is young in the end, and he has no heart and no power.

"What are you guys doing!" There was a commotion on the street, Yang Dong happened to be patrolling, and immediately rushed over, and at this time, Wu Qiuniang just grabbed Jiang Yingliang's hair fiercely, and wanted to make a move, but suddenly was coldly snorted, and the movements in his hands stopped.

Wu Qiuniang's farm work is more than Jiang Yingliang's, and her figure is also a little stronger, and Jiang Yingliang is completely rational at this time, so she is at a disadvantage.

Seeing that Wu Qiuniang was pressing on herself, she wanted to make a move on herself, but she didn't have the strength to stop it.

"You, make trouble in the street, follow me back to the yamen!" Yang Dong recognized that the people in the scuffle were Wu Qiuniang and Jiang Yingliang, and he roughly knew the situation.

After all, Wu Qiuniang came to make trouble too many times. And the current scene, no matter how you look at it, Jiang Yingli is the victim.

"Poor master, it was this slut who hit me first!" Wu Qiuniang was about to injustice herself, but without saying a word, Yang Dong let people push her and let her get away from Jiang Yingliang.

"Don't talk nonsense, you have come to make trouble a lot of times, and this time you even dared to do it." Yang Dong didn't listen to her at all, directly convicted her, and took her away very neatly.

Jiang Yingli wiped the sweat off his forehead, walked into the store expressionlessly, and said very mechanically and coldly: "Yang Zhutou is a good person, we can't let him go in vain." ”

Xiao Jiang immediately understood what she meant, nodded immediately, asked for the silver from the account office and went to the direction of the yamen.

"Reflection." Zhang Wen couldn't help but sigh again, and watched Jiang Yingli pick up the needle and thread with a blank face, thinking that she wanted to finish the unfinished embroidery before.

It's just that his eyes are empty, his thoughts are far away, and after a while, his fingers have been pierced by silver needles with several small holes, and blood droplets slowly ooze out.

However, Jiang Yingli continued to move like a puppet that had lost his soul, as if he didn't feel pain at all.

Widow Wang finally couldn't stand it anymore, snatched the needle and thread from Jiang Yingliang's hand, and shouted: "We don't lack red thread, you still have to keep that little bit of blood, if you flow again, we will have to give you red dates." ”

Widow Wang deliberately said it lightly, wanting Jiang Yingliang's mind to relax, at least let her come back to her senses, not like a walking corpse.

It's just that Jiang Yingli showed a smile that was even uglier than crying. If it weren't for the kindness of Widow Wang, she wouldn't even want to respond.

"Yingli, Jiang Cheng hasn't eaten the sweet and sour pork ribs you made for a long time, why don't you cook them tonight? It's been a long time since we've eaten your cooking. ”

Zhang Wen knew that if she didn't find something to do for Jiang Yingliang, she was afraid that she would go crazy. It's better to be busy with some things than for her to think about it alone.

When Jiang Yingli heard this, he didn't continue to entangle those needles and threads, and recalled Jiang Cheng's nervous little face in his mind, which was full of worry about her.

Suddenly I felt very guilty, and I wanted to make up for it, so I really went to the back kitchen to prepare tonight's dinner as Zhang Wen said.

Not only that, it is not easy for Zhang Wen and Widow Wang to be considerate of Jiang Yingliang, and they almost take care of all the big and small things in the embroidery workshop, so as not to let these troubles affect Jiang Yingliang.