"Little sister, my mother was tired at the time, just slow down." Zhang Ning glanced at the few people who came out carrying the wooden box, and a gleam passed through his eyes.

Yesterday, most of the villagers had begun to suspect that the Zhang family was abusing Su Xiaoxiao.

Last night, she took advantage of the darkness to buy off some villagers.

Today, she must do Su Xiaoxiao's bullying of the elders in front of everyone.

In this way, what Zhang said about abusing Su Xiaoxiao yesterday, the villagers will think that Zhang was afraid of Su Xiaoxiao and was forced to say it.

"Ouch, I'm dying of weight, no wonder Aunt Zhang is so tired that she falls into a coma, and she was forced to write so many books in one night, but it's really a bodhisattva blessing when she's tired."

With a bang, the two young men who carried the box put the box on the ground, looking at Zhang Ning's eyes with distress, and how disgusted they were when they looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

The corners of Zhang Ning's mouth curled slightly, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

She reached out to wipe the crystal at the end of her eyes, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao softly, "Little sister, there are a total of eighty-eight books in this box, and my mother will continue to write tonight." ”

"Such a thick book, writing eighty-eight books in one night, Su Xiaoxiao wants Aunt Zhang's life!" Another man reached for a book, "Guilt? ”

He opened it suspiciously, and read it out loud: "When Su Xiaoxiao was eight years old, I asked her to wash the family's clothes in the frozen river. ”

"When Su Xiaoxiao was ten years old, I asked her to peel lotus pods under the hot sun."

"Su Xiaoxiao accidentally knocked over the soup when she was eleven years old, and I asked her to lick it clean on her stomach."

"Su Xiaoxiao......"

"Don't read it, Su Xiaoxiao bullied her uncle and aunt who raised her, and even forced her to write such a book that distorts the facts, she is simply unworthy of being a person!

Yesterday, many people saw with their own eyes that she beat Aunt Zhang! ”

As soon as he read the page, a young man burst out in anger.

When Zhang Ning heard his words, his eyes were full of calculations.

Su Xiaoxiao, such a big box of books is proof that you persecuted your mother.

"It's really vicious, forcing people to write so many books in one night!"

"Yesterday she also beat Aunt Zhang, and today she forced Aunt Zhang to write this kind of false book, her conscience was simply eaten by a dog!"

The villagers who were bought by Zhang Ning accused Su Xiaoxiao with an angry face.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyes and glanced at the young man who was the first to speak, and a coldness crossed her eyes.

This man is Zhao Yongming, the son of Zhang's lover Zhao Shuping, and he loves Zhang Ning wholeheartedly.

In her previous life, she could easily escape from the Qinglou, and it was the heroine in the book who asked Zhao Yongming to do it through Zhang Ning.

And she was so blind that she really thought that Zhao Yongming was here to save her, and finally ended up being ruined by beggars.

In this life, she wants to use her own way to govern others, and let the reputation of the people who bullied her ruin little by little!

"Eighty-eight books?" Su Xiaoxiao chuckled, picked up a few books on the surface and flipped through them, "Yes, it's quite miserable." ”

What Zhang wrote is her real experience in her previous life.

Zhang Ning's eyes became more and more proud, but his face was not half a point, and his eyes were red and he said: "Little sister, I will help my mother go back to the room to rest for a while, and then continue to write in the evening." ”

Su Xiaoxiao squatted down and reached for the book at the bottom of the box.

Zhang Ning saw that she didn't speak, so she acquiesced and helped Zhang to walk towards the house.

However, before she could walk a meter, Su Xiaoxiao got up with a book and sighed: "It turns out that a few random strokes can be regarded as writing a book, but it is really a waste of these papers." ”

The paper in the book is not cheap, but Zhang Dazhuang really loves Zhang Ning, specially left her a study, and used the money given by her family to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked the master to teach Zhang Ning well.

When the villagers saw the book with a few strokes scribbled in Su Xiaoxiao's hand, they swallowed the accusatory words silently, and looked at Zhang Ning's mother and daughter with strange expressions.

More than a dozen books were bound on paper, and a stroke was drawn on each paper, and a piece of paper was wasted without saying a word.

Zhang Ning's expression changed, and his eyes were proud.

She thought that she only needed to put a few books on the surface to give Su Xiaoxiao another charge of mutilating her family.

Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoxiao became so difficult.

Holding Zhang's ten fingers unconsciously, Zhang's teeth grinned in pain, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Ning'er, you hurt me." ”

When Zhang Ning heard Zhang's words, she let go of her hand and took a deep breath, turned around and wanted to cry, "Little sister, this is my mistake, I accompanied my mother all night last night, and I was too tired to collect the wrong one." ”

Su Xiaoxiao threw down the books in his hand, dug at the bottom of the box with his hands, and took out a few books again.

Open, either blank or scribble.

The onlookers looked even more strange.

Zhao Yongming frowned slightly, and then suddenly pointed at Su Xiaoxiao: "Su Xiaoxiao, you must have changed the book copied by your aunt!" ”