Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 340 How to deal with it

"You suicidal little whore, how dare you plot against my daughter? Do you really think our family is vegetarian? And you dare to retaliate? Call her here! Call her here!"

As she spoke, she seemed to be extremely angry. The few hairs on her head stood up. She stood up and walked around the room looking for something useful. Finally, she grabbed a feather duster from a ceramic vase and waved it in the air twice. She was still not satisfied and kept cursing, "She is a dog, a pig, and a dog. She deserves to be sold to such a lowly place..."

'Snapped! '

Old Madam Xia couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted her incessant cursing by slapping the table with her hand: "How dare you say such nonsense in front of the child?"

It wasn't that she thought her daughter was wrong to scold them. Since anyone dared to bully their child, any scolding would be enough. If she could, she would have wanted to dig up Wu Sanniang's ancestral grave.

But Nian Nu is not married yet, Zhenying and Yingzi are still young. If I say dirty words in front of them, wouldn’t that be polluting my own children’s ears?

Jiang's mother slammed on the brakes, her face still flushed. She paced back and forth furiously, like a pufferfish with legs. Finally, she patted Jiang Shangxian on the back. "You too, aren't you very good at dealing with your brother at home? Why didn't you tell us when you were being bullied? Your father is dead, but your mother is still alive! Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

The expression was so ferocious that little Jiang cowered and trembled, hesitating whether to open her mouth to make a few words to defend herself. Suddenly, she saw the furious Jiang's mother burst into tears. Trembling all over, she threw away the feather duster and hugged her, crying and wailing: "If anything happens to you, how can I face your father in the underworld? How can I and Erlang survive? You are trying to piss me off to death!"

The huge force caused her chest to hit the edge of the table.

Damn it, the chest muscles she worked so hard to build up are not going to turn into A-grade again!

Jiang Shangxian's throat tightened, her eyes ached, and her chest swelled. Her mind, which had been still thinking about how to quibble, suddenly went blank. Sensing Jiang's mother's sadness, she bit her lower lip, shook off the messy and inappropriate thoughts in her mind, turned around, and stretched out every finger to embrace Jiang's mother's increasingly round waist. "Mother, I was wrong, please don't be angry."

"How could you be so arrogant, kid? How dare you lie to your family?"

Old Madam Xia was also terrified and kept rubbing her chest: "If something really happened, how would your mother live?"

Xia Zhenying was also frightened. In her eyes, murders and deaths were all gossip, other people's family affairs. There was so much gossip at the ramen stall every day, but now that it had come to her own home, it was naturally a different feeling.

She looked at Jiang Shangxian worriedly: "Cousin, why don't you talk to your cousin-in-law and get married sooner? The Cui family has more guards than ours..."

The security of the Jiang family is still too low. If it were normal times, having three guards at home would be like keeping them for free. But now, it is not enough no matter how you look at it.

Jiang Wangri, who had only recently learned martial arts, rushed forward with a cry of "Ah!" and cried together with his mother and sister: "Don't be afraid, sister! If she dares to come, I will stab her to death!"

Cui Bianxu had a simple plan for his brother-in-law's future, which was to learn martial arts. In the Tang Dynasty, most military officers carried swords, so on the first day that Jiang Wangri officially started learning swordsmanship, he gave him a high-quality long sword as encouragement.

This was the first time that Jiang Wangri personally owned such a precious thing. He wanted to polish it three times a day and sleep with his long knife every night. Even when his mother wanted to borrow it to kill chickens, he refused.

Yingzi looked at this and that. She had never heard of the May Lady murder case and had no idea about these things. As for whether someone was dead or not, it was more like a common thing to her.

It’s normal for people to die in poor places!

"My dear wife, madam, and my dear husband, don't be afraid. She's just a prostitute, harder to kill than a pig. What are we afraid of? If she dares to come, we will each give her a knife and guarantee that she won't be able to leave our house."

Don't underestimate Yingzi because she is small in size. She has seen more dead people than dead pigs. Whenever she gets the chance to see pigs being slaughtered in the surrounding area, she would sneak over to watch, help with some light work, and shamelessly get a bowl of pig's blood soup. That was the happiest time of her life.

What's a pig's build? How much weight can a woman have? How can we compare? That pig struggled mightily before dying!

Seeing the three of them crying together, even though she was also unsure, Old Lady Xia could only force herself to calm down. She interrupted the endless crying of Jiang's mother and Jiang Wangri with a gentle rebuke: "Enough, our family is so small. If you keep crying, I'm afraid that tomorrow the Cui family will know that you can't even handle such a small matter!"

"Mom, it's already this late! And you still say it's a trivial matter!" After a pause in crying, Jiang's mother screamed again, her hair was messy and stuck to her face, tears, snot and sweat mixed together, she looked extremely miserable.

Old Madam Xia, who had no idea what to do with her daughter, who was only old and fat, felt a headache coming on. "Now that things have come to this, what's the point of crying? The right thing to do is to think of some way to prevent it!"

"What method?" Jiang's mother snatched Jiang Shangxian's handkerchief and wiped her tears, staring at her mother with red eyes.

Ouch! What a sin! This stupid girl!

Madam Xia patted her chest vigorously, fearing she would die of anger here. "After all, we are in Chang'an City, the emperor's home. There are Wuhou shops in the streets, and the Jinwu Guards will patrol. Even if that little whore wants to cause trouble for us, she can't just bring people in through the main gate, right? Jiulang has already informed everyone. How dare they not come over with such a big commotion?"

This does make sense. Cui Bianxu was worried that the Jiang family consisted of only women and no one to take charge of the family, so he had already informed Wuhoupu and Jinwuwei, asking them to take good care of the family.

Jiang's mother sniffed and said, "That little whore is a lowly creature. What if she sneaks over the wall and comes in at night?"

Didn’t the monk in Xingjing Temple die in his room in the middle of the night?

Jiang Shangxian also had an idea: "Our courtyard wall is quite high. Tomorrow, let Lao Fan go out and buy some broken porcelain and put it on the top of the wall. If someone tries to climb over the wall at night, we can be on guard."

Xia Zhenying also had an idea: "Let's buy some more needles and put them on all at once to make it denser."

"That's a good idea." Old Lady Xia thought both methods were good, but they weren't enough. "Buy some more bells and string them up. Tie them to the roof, walls, and doors. If someone comes, we'll know even when we're asleep."