Just when he was about to take a group of children to leave to isolate Jiang Zhiyi, his eyes were attracted by the big white goose in Jiang Zhiyi's arms.

His eyes lit up, he strode over, grabbed the big white goose by the neck and dragged him over.

"What is this?"

Jiang Zhiyi was stumbled by his sudden movements, his eyes staring at the big white goose that he was rudely grasping in his hand, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"This is a toy given to me by my mother, give it back to me!"

His good-looking eyes were full of anger, and his little face was swollen and red.

But that child Wang is tall and strong, half a head taller than Jiang Zhiyi, and Jiang Zhiyi really looks like a little bean next to him.

As soon as the child Wang saw that Jiang Zhiyi was angered, he instantly became interested, grabbed the neck of the big white goose and threw its body up.

As soon as his hand was released, the goose fell into the hands of another child in a parabolic trajectory.

This time, the group of children blew up the pot, directly ignoring Jiang Zhiyi's voice, and the big white goose was still noisy.

Jiang Zhiyi's whole mind was on the big white goose, and he couldn't do it anxiously.

But no matter how much he shouted, those children just wouldn't give him the big white goose that Su Yuanyuan made for him.

He had no choice, and suddenly remembered what Qi Fang had said to him, "Bean sprouts, you have to learn to protect yourself when I'm away." ”

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes suddenly changed to firmness, and he clenched his fist and punched the child king's nose.

His strength was great, and with just one punch, he knocked the child king back again and again.

The child king covered his nose and moaned, and when he took his hand away, the blood in his palm was particularly noticeable.

He looked at the nosebleed on his palm in horror, and wiped it with the back of his hand in disbelief, but wiped it more and more.

Jiang Zhiyi was still clenching his fists in front of him, staring at him with his eyes, and then stretched out his hand to him, "Give me the toy." ”

This time, the child king did not have the domineering attitude just now, he grinned, raised his head and opened his mouth wide, "Mother! Mother! Someone hit me! ”

His tears fell as if he didn't want money, and his snot was thrown out by him mixed with blood, and the crying was really indescribable.

His cry was so deafening that it made people irritated to hear it, and out of a mud house not far away came a woman in a coarse cotton dress.

"Cry what cry! I'm not dead yet! ”

The woman's voice was hoarse, more neutral, and she walked with her big feet clattering.

When she saw the blood on the face of the child king, the wooden basin in her hand was thrown to the ground with a clatter.

"Leash! Who hit this! ”

She hugged the bolted head, looked around resentfully, and cursed in her mouth, "The one who beat my son with a thousand knives?!" Stand up for me and peel your skin! ”

The woman was furious, and her eyes looked at the children who usually played with the bolts, trying to find the culprit in their strange expressions.

A little boy trembled and pointed to Jiang Zhiyi, who was standing not far away, "It was he who hit the bolt." ”

The woman looked in the direction the little boy was pointing, and her eyes were so fierce that they almost cramped and peeled the skin.

Jiang Zhiyi was not afraid at all even if he was looked at by her like that, his small body was still straight, and he said in a clear voice, "He snatched my things first." ”

But the woman didn't listen to anything at all, and only thought about her precious son being beaten.

Her rough palm pressed on Jiang Zhiyi's forehead and pushed it, Jiang Zhiyi had no way to go back to his kung fu, and was pushed to the ground by her in a daze.

His elbow tried to support his body, but there was a tingling sensation in his left arm, followed by a piercing pain.

When Jiang Zhiyi came, he was wearing a moon-white round-necked robe made for him by Su Yuanyuan, and his chest was embroidered with blooming peony flowers with silver thread.

The lady who came to work saw this scene and hurriedly threw down her hoe to find Su Yuanyuan.

Su Yuanyuan was planning things in the vegetable garden in the east, when he saw a lady running in in a panic.

"Madame, no! The little boy was beaten! ”

As soon as he heard this, Su Yuanyuan's brain buzzed, and he threw down his pen and ran out.

Jiang Wenzheng followed closely, and even Qing Yiwen, who was training with Pei Jian outside, ran over.

Su Yuanyuan ran fast, she was worried about Jiang Zhiyi wholeheartedly, and the fire of anger in her heart was also burning.

When he came to the place where the incident occurred, Su Yuanyuan saw Jiang Zhiyi sitting embarrassed on the ground from a distance. His clothes were dirty, the head of the balls that were tied up were scattered, and a fat lady in front of him was scolding and saying something, looking like she was going to eat people.

Su Yuanyuan's round eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and she strode over and kicked the woman away.

The woman was kicked in the buttocks, and she threw her precious son to the side.

"Ouch! That shameless one kicked my ass! ”

She rubbed her ass, the fat on her face squeezed together.

The bolt in her arms was also thrown to the ground by her, her face was covered with loess, and only a pair of eyes blinked.

Su Yuanyuan squatted on the ground and looked at Jiang Zhiyi distressedly.

As soon as Jiang Zhiyi saw Su Yuanyuan coming, he opened his arms to hug Su Yuanyuan's neck.

But as soon as he moved his arm, there was a sharp pain in his forehead, and his beautiful little face wrinkled suddenly.

Su Yuanyuan panicked all of a sudden, and hurriedly took away the hand that was touching Jiang Zhiyi in a little panic.

Jiang Wenzheng and Qingyi, who followed behind, also wanted to bend down and pick up Jiang Zhiyi.

But as soon as the two of them stretched out their hands, they were stopped by Su Yuanyuan's loud shouting.

"Don't touch him!"

Her voice was so loud that she almost roared.

Jiang Wenzheng and Qing Yiyi froze in the air for a moment, and then withdrew their hands.

Jiang Zhiyi's tears squeezed out of his eyes, he gasped in pain, and his throat became hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Mother, it hurts."

Su Yuanyuan didn't know where he was hurt, so he didn't dare to touch him at all.

As soon as he saw him crying, Su Yuanyuan's heart was pulled up, because his anxious eyebrows were tightly twisted together.

When the woman who fell to the ground saw that it was Jiang Zhiyi's family coming, she didn't see it clearly, so she got up directly from the ground to tear Su Yuanyuan's hair.

"Hey, you little slut dare to kick me!"

It's just that as soon as she sat up from the ground, Jiang Wenzheng, who was standing on the side, waved the wooden crutch in his hand and hit her directly on the temple.

The wood collided with the head, and the people around him heard the muffled sound clearly, which showed how much effort Jiang Wenzheng had put in.

The bolt on the ground was stunned, and pushed the woman who was lying on the ground like a dead pig.

Qingyi instructed the two farmers who came with him, "Tie them up." ”

The two peasant households who followed behind him hurriedly went to find hemp rope to tie up the woman on the ground, and even the bolts on the ground were tied with their hands.

(End of chapter)