It turned out to be a purple-leaved thorn grass.

She had seen this poisonous weed at the entrance of the village before, and Chen Xiaohua's mother and daughter had been itching for a whole day when she touched it.

Later, when she went back, she found that all the purple-leaved thorn grasses at the entrance of the village had been burned, and it was thought that Chen Xiaohua's mother and daughter had burned them in order to vent their anger, so she couldn't collect the seeds, and she didn't expect that there were here.

This grass is poisonous and itches wherever it touches, but it's a good thing.

Shen Yingyue will not take the initiative to cause trouble, but there will always be some superb wonders who like to come to her to find death, she will not swallow her anger and make any forbearance, her principle has always been that if people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, and if people offend me, I will double it.

Since so many people like to find her unhappy, then she still has to keep some of this purple leaf thorn grass. Maybe we'll run into it later.

The ground beneath this stone has withered, but the poison is still there. Shen Yingyue didn't dare to touch it with her hands, so she took out a handkerchief to carefully collect the seeds, and then used another handkerchief to put some other leaves.

Just as she was wrapping a bag of seeds and a bag of leaves, a loud slap suddenly came from the other side, which was louder than when Liang Zhenxing beat the Qin clan just now.

Shen Yingyue looked over and saw that it was Zheng Lin who was beaten, and the beating was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

"Zhao Lan'er, how did you beat people!" Zheng Lin raised his hand and wanted to fight back, but the girl called "Zhao Lan'er" hid aside, and wanted to reach out to hit Zheng Lin again.

"The hen that can't lay eggs is a shame for the Zheng family, why can't you beat you if you let Fifth Brother Zheng can't raise his head in the village?" Zhao Lan'er crossed her waist and shouted.

"What's your business? You are not our Zheng family. Zheng Lin covered his face and glared angrily at Zhao Lan'er.

She has been married for several years and has not been able to have children, which is her pain. She is actually not a weak woman, but as soon as she talks about this, she becomes weak, and she originally wanted to fight back against Zhao Lan'er, but now she can't do it.

When Zhao Lan'er saw Zheng Lin like this, she became more and more arrogant.

"Ouch, I'm not the Zheng family now, won't I be in the future? Aunt Jiang has already said that if you want Fifth Brother Zheng to accept me as a concubine, then I am a member of the Zheng family and a member of Fifth Brother Zheng, why am I not a member of the Zheng family? If you can't give birth to a child, you will definitely be divorced by Fifth Brother Zheng in the future, and then I will take your place and become the mistress of the Zheng family's fifth room, you are an outsider, and you have nothing to do with the Zheng family, why can't I take care of it? ”

Shen Yingyue saw this picture and quickly understood, this is a quasi-junior who came to bully the original partner.

Ancient women are really sad, always the mother is more expensive than the child, a child who has not been born, or even conceived, who does not know whether it is beautiful or ugly, who is smart or stupid, is more important than a woman who was raised by her parents with hard work, and the status of a woman is even lower than that of a person who knows everything, it is really sad.

Shen Yingyue didn't have time to lament the low status of ancient women, she only knew that her good friend was bullied now.

But this kind of drama of the original match between the junior and the original match was very attractive in that era, and Zheng Lin and Zhao Lan'er quickly surrounded many villagers.

Shen Yingyue rushed through the crowd and squeezed over, grabbed Zheng Lin's arm to help her, only to find that Zheng Lin's was trembling, and she didn't know whether she was angry or aggrieved.