Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

When Meng Jianjun stepped across the threshold, even the mud on the sole of his shoe seemed to exude an arrogant air.

The room was dimly lit, and flames licked the bottom of the pot in the stove, where a pot of wild rabbit meat was bubbling away. The aroma of meat mixed with the smell of oil was so strong it could almost knock you over.

Meng Jianjun's Adam's apple bobbed violently. He didn't even look at Meng Yaya sitting on the kang. His beady eyes were fixed on the iron pot, as if he wanted to stare through the bottom of the pot.

"Sister-in-law, you're doing well."

Meng Jianjun gave a forced smile, his feet never stopping as he headed straight for the stove. "My second brother's hand is broken, and he's really lacking in nutrition. Since this meat is cooked, we should at least offer some to the elders and the wounded, right?"

As he spoke, his hand, stained yellow from years of smoke, reached directly for the wooden spoon beside the stove.

This wasn't negotiation; it was outright robbery.

Lin Wanrou was stirring the broth with chopsticks when she saw this and was startled. She instinctively used her body to protect the iron pot.

"This is Ya Ya's!" Lin Wanrou's voice tightened as she stood firmly in front of Meng Jianjun. "Jianjun, you've locked up all the grain in the house. This is what Ya Ya got herself; we can't give it to you!"

"Go to hell!"

Meng Jianjun was a reckless and unruly man, and he had no patience to argue with a woman. He swung his arm and slammed into Lin Wanrou's shoulder with brute force.

Lin Wanrou was already thin and frail, and with the added malnutrition, the push sent her staggering several steps backward, her lower back slamming heavily against the earthen wall, causing her to groan in pain.

"You shameless bastard!" Meng Jianjun spat, reaching for the chunks of meat in the pot. "Today I'm not only going to eat the meat, I'm taking the pot too!"

The dirty hand was about to touch the scalding hot broth.

A very faint whooshing sound suddenly rang out in the air.

"call out!"

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out in the small room.

Meng Jianjun abruptly pulled his hand back, clutching his right wrist and jumping up and down. A purplish-blue bruise was clearly visible in the center of the back of his hand, and his finger bones appeared to be cracked.

A smooth pebble landed on the stove, spun around twice, and finally stopped beside the pot.

"Who? Who hit me?!"

Meng Jianjun's face contorted in pain, the excruciating agony shooting from his fingertips straight to the top of his head. He whirled around, glaring fiercely at the room.

Besides Lin Wanrou, the only other person in the room was Meng Yaya, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

The little girl held a few pebbles that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in her hand, tossing them up one by one like peanuts, and then catching them.

"You think you can touch the meat in the pot?"

Meng Yaya's voice was childish, but her tone was as flat as a stagnant pool.

Meng Jianjun was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage.

"Is it you, you little bastard?"

He simply didn't believe it. How could a three-year-old toddler possibly cause any trouble? He must have accidentally bumped into something.

"You've gone too far! How dare you hit your uncle?" Enraged, Meng Jianjun ignored his aching hand, grabbed a piece of firewood from the doorway, and lunged at Meng Yaya with a ferocious expression. "Today, I'll teach you a lesson for your brother, you disrespectful good-for-nothing!"

Lin Wanrou was terrified. Ignoring her aching back, she lunged forward to block him, crying, "Jianjun, don't touch the child! Here, take the meat! Take it all!"

"Too late!" Meng Jianjun kicked Lin Wanrou aside and raised the firewood in his hand high.

Meng Yaya sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) without moving.

Just as the firewood was about to fall, her small wrist flicked with incredible agility.

The movement was so fast that Meng Jianjun couldn't even see it.

"Bang!"

The thud was solid and deep.

The second pebble struck Meng Jianjun's nasal bridge with perfect accuracy.

This blow was several times more powerful than the one that hit the back of his hand earlier.

Meng Jianjun felt a sudden darkness engulf him, his head buzzing as if he'd been hit by a sledgehammer. Then, two streams of hot liquid gushed from his nostrils.

Aches, numbness, swelling, and pain.

The four feelings mixed together, causing his tears to stream down his face instantly.

"Awooo—!"

The firewood in Meng Jianjun's hand flew out, and he covered his nose with both hands, kneeling on the ground in pain.

Fresh blood trickled down between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

"It's so noisy."

Meng Yaya jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed).

She was so short that when she walked up to Meng Jianjun, who was kneeling, her line of sight was just level with his.

Meng Jianjun was in so much pain that he couldn't open his eyes, but he vaguely saw a pair of small feet wearing tattered cloth shoes stopping in front of him.

fear.

A primal, unknown fear suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

This isn't a child! This is clearly a mountain spirit!

"Do you want more meat?" Meng Yaya held the last pebble in her hand and gestured it against Meng Jianjun's barren forehead. "If this one hits your temple, you won't need to eat. You might as well treat the whole village to a feast."

Inviting the whole village to a feast is for a funeral.

Meng Jianjun shuddered.

He felt the chill; it was real killing intent. This brat really dared to do it!

"No...no more..."

Meng Jianjun forced out a distorted voice from his throat, ignoring the excruciating pain from his broken nose, and retreated backward using both hands and feet.

"roll."

Meng Yaya uttered a single word.

That one word sounded like a pardon. Meng Jianjun scrambled towards the door, not even bothering to pick up the cloth shoe that had fallen to the ground.

I was in such a panic when I went out that I tripped on the threshold and rolled into the yard like a ball, falling flat on my face.

But he didn't dare utter a sound. He got up and ran towards the main room, as if a demon was coming after him.

The courtyard was quiet.

Meng Yaya turned around, walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the piece of firewood, and threw it into the stove.

"Mom, add more fuel to the fire, the meat won't taste good if it gets cold."

Lin Wanrou leaned against the wall, still reeling from the shock of what had just happened. She watched her daughter skillfully add firewood to the stove, then glanced at the glaring bloodstain on the floor.

"Ya Ya..." Lin Wanrou's voice trembled, "You...you hurt your uncle?"

"It won't break." Meng Yaya patted the dust off her hands. "Evil deeds live on for a thousand years; they won't die."

She walked over to Lin Wanrou and lifted the hem of Lin Wanrou's clothes to look at her lower back.

The area has turned completely red.

A cold glint flashed in Meng Yaya's eyes. Those two blows just now were still too light.

"Mom, time to eat."

Meng Yaya took a small bottle of safflower oil from her spatial storage (pretending to take it from her pocket) and stuffed it into Lin Wanrou's hand. "Apply the medicine after you've eaten. We still have to travel tomorrow."

Lin Wanrou held the still-warm bottle of medicinal oil, tears falling into the dust.

She's not stupid; her daughter has changed so much.

But what does it matter?

This is her daughter; she's risking her life to protect her daughter.

The mother and daughter ate in unusual silence, yet with extraordinary relish. They devoured the entire plump rabbit, soup and all, leaving nothing behind.

With the oil and moisture in her body, Lin Wanrou's originally sallow complexion gained a rosy glow.

Late at night.

Meng Yaya lay on the hard earthen bed, listening to the whistling wind outside the window.

There has been no movement from the main house of the Meng family. It is estimated that Meng Jianjun is too scared to make a sound, or he is plotting something bad.

This family is like rats in a sewer; you drive one away, and a whole bunch more will appear.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Meng Yaya was awakened by the noise in the yard.

That unique, sharp, and penetrating voice of a rural woman could pierce through two earthen walls.

"Oh my god! Everyone, please be the judge! I can't live like this anymore!"

"A jinx has appeared in our family! It's going to bring misfortune to the whole family!"

"My poor brother-in-law, he's only been dead a few years, and his wife is already having affairs and raising illegitimate children!"

Lin Wanrou was folding the quilt when she heard this. Her body stiffened abruptly, and her face turned ashen.

That was Zhang Cuihua's voice. No, not just Zhang Cuihua's, there was an even shriller, more sarcastic voice.

It was Aunt Liu Zhaodi from the next village who rushed back.

This woman loves to gossip and spread rumors; she can talk a living person to death with just a few words.

Meng Yaya opened her eyes, her gaze clear and bright, without the slightest trace of the grogginess of just waking up.

Information warfare?

Did they want to use their reputation to drive Lin Wanrou to her death?

Meng Yaya sat up and slowly put on the patched-up jacket.

"Mom, open the door."

Meng Yaya straightened her collar and a cold smile, completely out of character for her age, appeared on her lips.

"Let's go listen to what new tricks they can come up with this time."

Since they're so shameless, let's tear that face off completely and stomp on it!