After transmigrating into a vicious peasant girl, she lay down and won

Zhong Ming ran all over the yard, and was beaten several times: "Mother, I'm getting old, and I'm getting old too, what does it look like to be chasing me all over the yard like this?"

Mrs. Zhong said angrily: "You also know that you are old, but are you doing human affairs?"

Zhong Ming asked aggrievedly: "Is it wrong for me to take you to the capital for retirement?"

Mrs. Zhong became angrier as she listened: "Are you sincerely taking me to retire for the elderly? You are trying to piss me off. You don't know why I came back in the first place?!"

Zhong Ming frowned tightly: "Mother, we are all juniors, you have a lot of adults, don't care about us like us, and it's been so long, you should calm down."

Mrs. Zhong scolded: "I tell you, I will never be able to get rid of my anger for the rest of my life, so get out of here quickly, otherwise I will die one day because of being angry with you, an unfilial son."

Really speechless to this old lady, Zhong Ming said impatiently: "Mother, how long are you going to fight?"

Mrs. Zhong was so angry that her hair stood on end: "I tell you, I will not go to the capital, and you and your step-wife and stepson will never appear in front of me again."

Zhong Ming asked angrily, "Mother, are you all for Zhong Zhouyi?"

Mrs. Zhong slammed the ground with her cane a few times, and said forcefully, "You don't care who I am for!"

Zhong Ming said with a bit of reproach: "Mother, do you know what the neighbors in the capital say about us? They say that we have angered my mother away, that we are unfilial, and that we are disobedient."

Mrs. Zhong was unmoved: "They are right, you are like this."

Zhong Ming said dissatisfied: "Mother, do you have to watch others poke your son's back to be happy?"

Mrs. Zhong waved her hand: "Come on, come on, you don't have to come here to sell miserably in front of me. I'm an old lady, and I can't bear your hardships." Mrs. Zhong called a servant, "Kick him out for me."

Zhong Ming said angrily, "Mother, I'm your own son."

Mrs. Zhong scolded: "Drive away!"

The servant stepped forward: "My lord, don't embarrass us. Listen to the old lady and go back to the capital."

Zhong Ming stared at the boy: "This is my home, how dare you drive me away!"

The boy looked at Mrs. Zhong as if asking for help.

"I'm not dead yet, what is your home, you get out!" Mrs. Zhong came over to chase Zhong Ming with her crutches in person.

"Mother, mother..." Zhong Ming had no choice but to run out.

"Close the door!" Mrs. Zhong ordered someone to close the door, and no one was allowed to let Zhong Ming in.

Zhong Ming stood at the door very depressed.

The villagers didn't know Zhong Ming very well, and when they saw him loitering at the gate of Zhong's house, gossip came immediately.

"Who is this person?"

"Could it be that Zhong's family went to poor relatives and were kicked out by the old lady?"

"Haha, it's possible. If you want me to say, people have to rely on themselves. The Zhong family's wealth is also earned by others, not from the sky. Why are you so jealous?"

"..."

The voices of everyone's discussions seemed to be purposely addressed to him, and each sentence was louder and harsher than the last, and Zhong Ming was so angry that he heard it.

He turned and knocked on the door: "Mother, open the door and let me in."

"This man is too unscrupulous. In order to cling to Zhong's family, his mother even yelled out!"

"That's right, go back quickly and tell the children not to come here, it would be bad if they are led astray."

"This kind of person is so contemptible. For the sake of money, the ancestors don't even want it."

Zhong Ming: "..."