This woman's maiden name is Yan, and her name is Yan Zhiyun. She married into the Su family and gave birth to a son and a daughter to the Su family. Before their son was born, these two were quite thoughtful to Zhao Di. But after the birth of her son, Zhao Di became the existence of a hated dog in this family.

Two days ago, Yan Zhiyun bought a lot of fat meat at the market and wanted to go home to refine oil. The Su family's net worth can be regarded as solid, and even if the two of them don't farm under the protection of their ancestors, it is enough to have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime. Therefore, the oil they have been eating is made from the fat of pork, which few people in the village can afford.

Yan Zhiyun is lazy to eat, doesn't care about things at home, and never goes to the kitchen. Therefore, as usual, after buying the fat back, he handed it over to Zhao Di directly, and he ran to the bedroom to sleep.

Zhao Di put the fat meat into the pot, and after boiling, she smelled the rich aroma of oil and meat, she hesitated for a long time, but she still gritted her teeth and secretly hid a few pieces of oil residue.

Yan Shiyun smelled the fragrance, Shi Shiran walked in, looked at the oil in the pot and nodded with satisfaction, picked up a piece of fragrant oil residue and ate it casually, and asked casually while eating: "Dead girl, you didn't steal it, did you?"

Zhao Di was already weak-hearted, but she was caught off guard by her at this moment, and she suddenly panicked and got up: "No...... There is no ......"

"Huh?" Yan Zhiyun just asked casually, but she didn't expect to really ask, and immediately grabbed Zhao Di's hair, and the huge force almost lifted her whole person: "Dead girl, did you steal it?"

The sudden pain made Zhao Di almost stunned, looking at her face, Yan Zhiyun was so angry that she smoky, and smashed Zhao Di's head on the stove fiercely!

Zhao Di was used to this, and she didn't know how many beatings she had endured in the past days. She bit her lip so hard that she didn't let herself make a sound, at most she let out a few muffled snorts, venting her pain a little.

Yan Zhiyun tortured her daughter for a while, and she was already out of breath, but when she saw Zhao Di gritting her teeth and holding on, she suddenly became even more angry, and she didn't feel relieved at all, she looked left and right, and suddenly saw the hot oil pot.

She was like a beast that only knew how to vent, pinched open Zhao Di's mouth with one hand, picked up a spoon with the other hand, scooped up a large spoonful of hot oil, and poured it directly into Zhao Di's mouth!

This oil has just been boiled out for a short time, and its temperature can be imagined.

"Sting!"

Zhao Di's mouth was burned with a puff of white smoke by this hot oil!

Zhao Di couldn't bear the heart-rending pain anymore, and finally let out a terrible cry. The hot oil and water mixed with blood slid down the corners of Zhao Di's mouth, leaving scorched black marks.

"Hahaha......"

This Yan Zhiyun saw her daughter like this, so she laughed madly: "The old lady still thinks you can't cry!

Zhao Di was tightly covered by her big hands on her burned mouth, although the pain was more penetrating to the bone, but she couldn't make a sound. Almost suffocating Zhao Di, Yan Zhiyun let go of his hand and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction: "Next time I steal it, the old lady will sew your mouth up!"

After she left, Zhao Di covered her festering little mouth, slowly grinded the two pieces of oil residue hidden in the porridge, and carefully took a bite into Fang Shili's mouth.

Since Fang Shili came to the firewood house, she hadn't eaten a day, and even stole some food to feed Fang Shili. But every time she was seen by Yan Zhiyun or her father Su Luo, she was inevitably beaten. It's just that this time he was beaten particularly badly.

Fang Shili's heart ached, and he made an oath in his heart: Zhao Di, don't worry, in the future, the eldest brother will take you with him wherever he goes, unless I die, no one in the world can bully you even the slightest!

A few more days passed, although Zhaodi also suffered a lot of beatings and scoldings in the past few days, but probably for the sake of her mouth ulceration, the family of three was full of mercy, and no one killed her again.

Yes, a little lighter is the "mercy" of these three people.

On this day, the injury on Zhao Di's mouth has healed a little, and she has already asked Grandpa Zhao, who knows a little about herbal medicine in the village, to apply a cool herb to dispel fire poison, and the mouth is no longer festering, and thick water is no longer flowing.

Zhao Di carried the bucket with difficulty and slowly moved it home. These two buckets were quite large, and she could not lift them with her strength, so she only filled half a bucket of water in each bucket, and the half-mile walk from the village well to her home was extremely difficult.

Some villagers can't stand it anymore, this poor little girl has to carry water and chop wood every day, and I don't know how Su Luo and his family can bear to let such a young girl do such heavy work every day, and her hands have already worn out calluses at a young age.

A young man walked up and was about to snatch the bucket in Zhao Di's hand: "Zhao Di, I'll help you!"

He knew that Zhao Di would not let him help, because there were already many villagers who wanted to help her before, but they were all rejected by this stubborn girl. But seeing that Zhao Di still had herbs on her mouth, and her small body was swaying, she couldn't help but feel pantothenic acid in her heart, and felt pity, and wanted to grab it first to help her carry a paragraph.

Zhao Di saw that the bucket on her shoulder was snatched away by this young man, and she was so anxious that she only stomped her feet, but the pain in her mouth made her speechless, so she had to do it in a hurry.

At this moment, Yan Zhiyun and Su Luo's family of three walked over from not far away. Their son Su Chao had already gotten out of school, and they took him home with him.

Su Luo saw Zhao Di standing aside, and the young man helped her carry water, and suddenly a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't care about the man, and kicked Zhao Di to the ground with one kick!

"Su Luo, you, what are you doing!"

The young man was shocked and angry, and pointed at Su Luo and reprimanded.

Su Luo snorted coldly: "Who let her be unclear with you outside, and lost the face of my Su family in vain, who will I not teach her a lesson?"

The young man pointed at Su Luo, his fingers trembled, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak. He didn't expect that his kindness would cause this poor little girl to suffer a catastrophe! He simply stopped looking at Su Luo, and took two steps forward to check how Zhao Di was doing.

"Hmph, if you touch her again, I'll beat her to death! Ruined my Su family's style, even if I beat her to death, no one would dare to say a word!"

Su Luo sneered.

The young man's face was pale, and he stood there and hesitated for a moment, but still sighed, never looked at this side again, and turned to leave.

Su Luo looked at Zhao Di who fell to the ground, didn't speak, his eyes were angry, he stepped forward and dragged Zhao Di by the back collar, almost all the way back to the Su family's small courtyard.

Along the way, the villagers pointed at them behind them.

"This Su family is really evil, a good girl was practiced like this by them. ”

"Who said it wasn't, I watched this little girl grow up, I really don't have to say what she looks like! It's a pity that I was born in this damn Su family......

"What is it like if I wait until I talk about it? I just blame her for her bad life, and let these two beasts of the Su family be fathers and mothers......"

Su Luo and Yan Zhiyun listened to the whispered discussion behind them, and their faces were even more ugly, and their teeth itched with hatred.

When he arrived at home, Su Luo still put Zhao Di on the ground, and said hatefully: "Who let you swagger outside, are you deliberately trying to ruin Lao Tzu's reputation?"

Zhao Di's bones seemed to fall apart, but she didn't dare to cry out in pain, but just shook her head again and again.

Seeing her like this, Su Luo was even more angry: "Who are you pretending to show like this? Are you making those people think that Lao Tzu is abusing you?"

Yan Zhiyun stood aside and scolded: "You always eat secretly these days, what's the matter, the old lady can't give you enough food? Now you are letting others gossip about us outside, what's the matter, you can't control your mouth?"

After all, there was an extra adult like Fang Shili, and no matter how much Zhao Di saved his rations, it was not enough, so he had to find ways to secretly intercept some. But this Yan Zhiyun is too precautionary, Zhao Di is always caught by her, and then she is beaten without saying anything.

Yan Zhiyun thought for a moment, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she thought about it: "Look at the old lady sewing up this dead girl's mouth, see how she still steals food, and how she speaks ill of us outside!"

"Yes, yes, mother, I'll go get a needle and thread!"

The little fat man Su Chao danced happily, ran into the house quickly, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, found needlework and thread, and handed it to Yan Zhiyun.

Yan Zhiyun picked up the needle and thread, looked at Su Luo first, and saw that he had no intention of objecting, so he smiled and walked towards Zhao Di step by step.

When Zhao Di saw this scene, she was immediately frightened, moved back frantically, looked at the flickering edge on the tip of the needle, and couldn't care about the pain in her mouth, and prayed and begged sadly: "Father, mother, Zhao Di doesn't dare, Zhao Di will never be again! Please spare Zhao Di......

Yan Zhiyun was unmoved, smiling, and slowly approached in Zhao Di's slowly desperate eyes.

For a moment, there was a terrible wail in the courtyard, and then it slowly descended, leaving only a muffled grunt, mixed with endless pain.

Halfway, the painful snort came to an abrupt end.

Yan Qianyun suddenly raised her head in horror and looked at Su Luo: "Boss, this dead girl...... It's like it's dead!"