The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 8: Speaking outrageously and causing public outrage

Cui did not expect Lang Jiuchuan to question her. She stood there in a daze for a moment, her face full of disbelief.

Which young person present is as bold as her, daring to question the elders in front of outsiders?

Lang Zhengping's face turned black as the bottom of a pot. He urged his son and daughter-in-law, "Take her down quickly." He quickly walked up to Mr. Zhao and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to make you laugh. This child has been in poor health since she was a child. She was raised on the farm and has just returned now. She doesn't know the rules very well."

Elder Zhao did not speak, but his grandson Zhao Yuancheng looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a cold face and said, "Uncle Lang, this is not a matter of knowing the rules or not, but she cursed my grandfather with rude words."

"Brother Zhao, please calm down. This is our Lang family's fault. After our grandfather's funeral is over, we will bring this girl to your house to apologize." The sons and nephews of the Lang family came forward one after another, clasping their fists to apologize.

Lang Cailing and her sisters scolded Lang Jiuchuan: "Even if you don't know the rules, you should know what to say and what not to say. Why don't you kneel down and apologize?"

"That's just nonsense."

"This isn't the countryside, where you can't talk like those ignorant women, who can say anything with just a chat."

"What a troublemaker! There's no peace and quiet once he comes back."

The accusations and scolding came down on Lang Jiuchuan like pieces of water-soaked silk.

Lang Jiuchuan's eyes gradually turned red. Just as he was about to speak, Elder Zhao raised his hand and coughed heavily: "Okay, they are just children who don't understand. There is no need to worry about it."

The hall was quiet.

Elder Zhao looked at Lang Jiuchuan and said, "As you said, I am two years older than your grandfather. It is not an exaggeration to say that half of my legs are in the coffin..."

"Grandfather!" Zhao Yuancheng frowned. His grandfather was too easy to talk to.

Mr. Zhao patted his hands and said, "She's just a little girl, why are you being so harsh on her?"

Zhao Yuancheng opened his mouth and thought that it was hard not to be harsh on her because she was so mean. She had angered everyone. Lang Jiuchuan smiled and said, "Are you really trying to save me? In fact, you are obviously angry too, because I have a really bad mouth. You are pretending to be generous, but you think that I am so outspoken at such a young age, and one day I will suffer the consequences of my words, so there is no need for others to scold me. I will just wait and see."

Mr. Zhao was stunned.

He really thought so in his heart. The little girl was speaking rudely. If she continued like this, she would eventually pay the price for her outrageous words.

Seeing Lang Jiuchuan becoming more and more presumptuous, Cui scolded him in a deep voice: "Stop being so presumptuous."

Lang Jiuchuan ignored her and stood in front of Mr. Zhao. "I understand respecting the old and loving the young, but what I said is not without purpose. People have three fires. You have extinguished two of them on your shoulders. The one on your head will be extinguished in less than three days. Old man, the most important fire on your head is the fire of the spirit. A gentleman is open and honest. Only by maintaining high morals and a positive spirit can this fire be kept strong. But it is obvious that you have taken a wrong step recently, and you also realize that you are wrong, otherwise you would not be so anxious because of it."

This old man, all three of his flames are almost out, isn't he close to death?

Mr. Zhao's face changed slightly. When he looked into her eyes, he felt like there was a whirlpool in them that wanted to suck him in and crush him.

"you……"

"You saved someone who shouldn't be saved. If you refuse to leave, your descendants will have to die in your place." Lang Jiuchuan glanced at him, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "This is called, one life for another."

Old Zhao followed her gaze and his eyes fell on his grandson. His pupils shrank and the veins on his hand holding the crutch became clenched.

Snapped.

The loud and crisp slap woke everyone up.

"Asshole!!"

(End of this chapter)