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Chapter 41 It's not easy to be a good person, but it's easy to be a bad person

Chapter 41 It's not easy to be a good person, but it's easy to be a bad person
Jiang Chan packed some new clothes. Although she didn't like Liu Yuemei, the child was always innocent.

She considered this when she bought clothes last time, so she brought Xiao Xi's share with her.

But I was worried that Liu Yuemei would misunderstand her by sending clothes to Xiao Xi. If she thought she was a donkey with good intentions and caused trouble instead, it would be bad.

Feeling Jiang Chan's worry, Yang Heping laughed, "Isn't it just a piece of clothing? Who would pick the wrong thing if you can get it for nothing? See if you've been worrying about this for the past few days? "

Thinking of Jiang Chan's absent-mindedness recently, Yang Heping finally had an answer.

I thought it was because of Jiang Chan, but I didn't expect it to be because of a piece of clothing.

"You're still laughing! Now you're injured and stay in the side room every day. You don't need to contact your sister-in-law. Of course you don't have to worry, but I have to contact your sister-in-law."

Thinking of the scene of being in contact with Liu Yuemei every day, Jiang Chan's head began to ache.

I don't know if it's because of the pancakes, but the relationship between everyone has obviously improved recently, and even the third sister-in-law is no longer annoying.

Having said that, it is inevitable to feel uncomfortable.

There will always be an illusion of living under the same roof as the enemy, maybe she is thinking too much.

"My sister-in-law is sometimes a little bit of that, but I can think about it differently. They don't have much culture, let alone knowledge, and they seldom have one-third of an acre of land every day. It's really hard to tell right from wrong when calculating some things."

Yang Heping sighed softly, but his appearance made people feel a little distressed.

"Your injury is almost healed, and you can walk normally after a while. Even if you can't walk, it will be me and Xiao Rui who will take care of you. It's their turn?"

Jiang Chan muttered and poured a cup of mountain spring water for Yang Heping, as long as he drank the mountain spring water every day, he would recover completely after a while.

After being told by Jiang Chan, Yang Heping's worries dissipated a lot, and he brought up the previous matter again, "What about the clothes? What are you going to do?"

Jiang Chan considered it carefully for a moment, and decided to wait a few days before talking.

Now that everyone is preparing to give away on the day of the Chinese New Year, it is okay, and there is no need to worry about other things.

"It's all ready. I bought this dress for her specially. Xiao Xi is relatively thin, so the size of the clothes she wears is relatively small, and Xiao Rui can't wear that size. If you don't give it out, why don't you just keep it in your hands?"

Thinking of her shriveled body, Jiang Chan felt distressed. The eldest family worked every day, but the child was not fat.

In the yard, Yang Xiaorui was quite leisurely playing with pebbles.

"Why haven't I seen the clothes you're wearing before? Could it be new clothes?"

Yang Xiaoxi came over and talked, looking at the clothes Yang Xiaorui was wearing, her hands by her sides were slightly gathered.

Why can Yang Xiaorui wear new clothes, but she doesn't, the clothes on her body are all worn out like this.

Yang Xiaorui stood up, glanced at the clothes on her body and smiled, "This is the new clothes my mother bought for me, I really like it."

When it was mentioned that Jiang Chan bought the clothes, Yang Xiaorui's eyes crooked like crescents.

"Take off your clothes and show me." Yang Xiaoxi said, pulling Yang Xiaorui's clothes forcibly, and directly took off the cotton-padded jacket on the other party's body.

Yang Xiaoxi put the padded jacket on herself, and threw the ragged padded jacket to Yang Xiaorui.

"I'll change it with you. What kind of new clothes does a child of this age wear? These new clothes are mine."

Looking at the torn padded jacket in his arms, Yang Xiaorui sniffled, trying to reason with Yang Xiaoxi, but Yang Xiaoxi went back to the house.

Staying alone in the yard, holding the ragged cotton jacket in his arms, Yang Xiaorui trotted to the side room.

Jiang Chan was chatting with Yang Heping and saw Yang Xiaorui, so she ran in wearing a thin coat, feeling a little puzzled.

"Xiao Rui, it's so cold, why did you take off the padded jacket? Put on the padded jacket quickly!"

Jiang Chan looked around and saw nothing but the ragged padded jacket in Yang Xiaorui's arms.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, he took out a new dress and put it on for Yang Xiaorui.

Touching Yang Xiaorui's cold little hand, Jiang Chan's breathing began to become short, and even two veins burst out on her forehead.

"I want to ask where did your new clothes go? Why did you come back with a ragged jacket? Who gave you this ragged jacket."

Even though she had already guessed the answer, Jiang Chan still asked without giving up.

She still didn't want to believe that a child like Yang Xiaoxi would grab things casually like a robber.

Yang Xiaorui pursed her mouth, sniffled and cried directly.

"I was playing with rocks in the yard, but my cousin ran over suddenly, snatched my new clothes, and threw the ragged cotton jacket at me, saying that I should wear ragged clothes."

The more Yang Xiaorui talked, the more aggrieved she became, and she threw herself into Jiang Chan's arms, sobbing.

Hearing the bursts of sobbing, Jiang Chan's heart began to ache.

Recently, she and Yang Xiaorui got along very well, and she already regarded Yang Xiaorui as her own daughter.

Now that her daughter is being bullied, how can she just ignore it as a mother.

"Look, I just said, it's not easy to be a good person, but it's very easy to be a bad person."

While soothing Yang Xiaorui's emotions, Jiang Chan looked at Yang Heping and said, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Why is her daughter being bullied by others?She had warned Yang Xiaoxi last time, but she didn't expect that the other party didn't have a long memory.

I'm not very old, I stole meat last time, and this time I started stealing other people's clothes. What about next time, murder and set fire?

Yang Heping looked at the torn padded jacket beside him, but did not make a sound for a long time.

In the past, the eldest brother wore the latest clothes, the second child wore better clothes, and the third child wore the most worn-out clothes.

It seems that these ideas have long been ingrained, and the oldest one who encounters new clothes should wear them.

"I know what you think, what can I do? You can't get the clothes back."

Thinking of Liu Yuemei's temperament, Yang Heping began to worry.

If Jiang Chan really quarreled with Liu Yuemei, she might not be able to fight.

Jiang Chan smiled and exercised her muscles, but she had her own arrangements.

The clothes she bought should not be given to the wrong person.

"Don't cry, mother will ask you for an explanation. If you continue to cry like this, you will only be bullied even worse next time."

Wiping away the tears on Yang Xiaorui's face, Jiang Chan took the child directly to the side room and kicked the door open.

The door was kicked open suddenly, Liu Yuemei was startled, and even Yang Xiaoxi, who was next to her, shrank into the kang subconsciously.

"Stealing other people's clothes and pretending nothing happened now is too good at pretending. If you don't become an actor, you will be blind for nothing."

Jiang Chan looked at Yang Xiaoxi who was huddled in the kang and said, her eyes narrowed slightly.

She can understand that Yang Xiaoxi is young and ignorant, but what about Liu Yuemei, she is also young!
Can't you find out that you are wearing inappropriate clothes?Don't know what clothes your daughter is wearing?
(End of this chapter)

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