Old Chen's house, West House.

Yang Ruolan frowned as she looked at the food and meat dumped in the urine bucket.

I am really, really hungry, but I have to endure it no matter how hungry I am.

I want to see what the Qian family does tonight!

Yang Ruolan lay on the bed fully clothed, put down the curtain, and hid a pair of scissors under the pillow.

The night gradually became quiet.

There was a lamp on the table in front of the bed, and the light in the room was so dim.

Yang Ruolan was lying on the bed, not feeling sleepy at all.

She remembered that some time ago, when she was lying on the bed at this time, she fell asleep.

I didn't eat the food sent by Qian tonight, so I really didn't feel sleepy at all.

It seems that there is something wrong with the food.

She raised her ears and quietly caught the movement at the door.

Everything was so quiet. From the yard next door, there was the sound of foot-washing water being poured.

Then the door was bolted and everyone was ready to go to bed.

Yang Ruolan waited quietly, waiting...

The night was quiet, there was no sound.

I don't know how much time passed, but she gradually became a little sleepy.

I yawned, turned over, and told myself that I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't help but close my eyelids.

Drowsily, she felt the bed move.

Then, someone pulled her quilt.

Soon, a rough, big hand touched her waist, caressed it, and stuffed it directly into her pajamas...

Yang Ruolan shuddered and opened her eyes.

The candlelight cast a hunched black shadow on the tent inside the bed.

Yang Ruolan was shocked, pulled out the scissors from under the pillow, and turned over.

A pair of scissors pierced the body of the black figure behind him.

It must have hit her shoulder, and the blood spurted out and splashed onto her face, which was warm and warm.

The man screamed, rolled out of the tent, clutching his shoulders, and fell to the ground.

"Yes, my aunt will kill you!"

Yang Ruolan was so furious that she jumped down from the bed, holding a pair of scissors in her hand. The scissors were dripping with blood.

"It's you?"

She saw clearly that the person who fell to the ground was none other than Wangfu from the village.

This Wangfu is several years older than her father, Yang Hualin.

He has a mother-in-law and children, and the children are all married.

Usually when I have nothing to do, I squat in the corner and watch the women passing by.

He is notorious in the village for being an alcoholic and beating his wife when he drinks too much. Yang Ruolan hates such old men the most.

"You beast, I'll kill you!"

Thinking of the abnormal marks on her body, Yang Ruolan understood everything.

She waved the scissors like crazy and poked Wangfu.

Wangfu was so frightened that he peed his pants and struggled to run out, begging for mercy.

"It's none of my business. Your stepmother took money from me and asked me to sleep with you."

"I want you to find her!"

After saying these words, Wangfu ran out of the west room in a hurry.

Yang Ruolan chased out of the west room and found that Qian and a man from Yujiacun were also in the hall.

Seeing this situation, Qian and others were surprised.

"Run, run!"

While driving Wangfu and the old cousin from Yujiacun to the door, Qian said to Yang Ruolan: "You can make a fuss. If the whole village knows about it, you will be embarrassed!"

Yang Ruolan drove the three Qians out of the courtyard, bolted the courtyard door, ran back to the house, and bolted the door.

Then, she threw away the scissors, knelt on the ground, hugged her shoulders and cried.

"Girl Lan, what's going on in your yard? What happened?"

The neighbor's wife across the wall poked her head and shouted in this direction.

Yang Ruolan quickly covered her mouth and blew out the lamp on the table.

"Go to sleep in the middle of the night and don't disturb our neighbors!"

Outside, the neighbor's wife muttered a few words and then went back to the house to sleep.

It's pitch black in the house here.

The pale moonlight came in through the window and shone on Yang Ruolan's side.

She fell to the ground, leaning against the cold wall behind her, crying and cursing in the dark, as desperate as a homeless little beast.

…

At dawn, Yang Ruolan made a bold decision.

There was no hope for Risong that day, and she had to find her own way out.

She wants to leave Changping Village and go to the town or the county seat.

In the past, when she lived in the town and county, several young men from wealthy families liked her.

No matter what she tried, she had to get close to them.

As long as one of them is still obsessed with her beauty, she will be his concubine.

It's better than staying in this ghost place and being molested by those old men in Wangfu!

Yang Ruolan rushed back to her house and rummaged through the cabinets to find the dozen or so taels of silver that Yang Hualin had given her when she got married.

However, after turning the cabinet upside down and digging three feet into the ground, the money could not be found.

"Impossible, I remember hiding it under this cabinet all the time!"

Yang Ruolan grabbed her hair, which was as messy as a bird's nest, and continued to rummage around the house.

"What are you looking for?"

A sharp female voice came in.

Yang Ruolan turned around and saw Qian with her arms folded across her chest, leaning against the door of the west room, looking here with a half-smile.

"Did you, old bitch, steal my money?"

She rushed to Qian.

Qian glanced sideways at Yang Ruolan and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you scolding, little bitch?" Qian asked back.

Yang Ruolan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her face turned pale with anger.

"Give me my money back!"

She stretched out her hand towards Qian.

Qian sneered and shook his head: "What are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"No way?" Yang Ruolan gritted her teeth and stretched out a pair of long nails to scratch Qian's face.

Qian was not careful and was grabbed by Yang Ruolan, and his face immediately started bleeding.

"Oh, you little slut, if you dare to hit me, you are seeking death!"

Qian reached out his hand and grabbed Yang Ruolan's hair.

Pulling and pulling, Yang Ruolan felt as if her scalp was about to split, and her feet were stumbling even more.

Then he was pushed to the ground by Qian.

Mr. Qian spat on Yang Ruolan.

"I can't stand a pretentious piece of shit like you."

"The young lady's body and maid's life are selfish and mean. She is a piece of shit who doesn't even recognize her own father and brother!"
To be continued...