Supreme peasant girl to turn over

Chapter 130 Wendou fiasco
As soon as these two words were uttered, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and the noise became louder and louder, and finally condensed into one sentence: "Money back! Money back! Liar! Money back!"

Some excited people even waved brooms they found out from nowhere, and were about to wave them at Yang Fengxian.Yang Fengxian dodged in embarrassment, Pei Xiaoyao grabbed her wrist, pulled her behind him, and then caught the broom that swung again with one hand.

"You liar!" Seeing that the broom couldn't move anymore, the man simply spit it out. 】Yang Fengxian stared at Pei Xiaoyao with wide eyes, feeling desolate in his heart.

She doesn't know what kind of person Pei Xiaoyao is, but he is capable of writing and martial arts, has a good conversation, and has a noble temperament. He must not be an ordinary person. If he really makes this person spit out... She dare not think about it anymore.

For a moment, Yang Fengxian's breathing was stagnant, and Yang Jiali's triumphant smile had just risen, but he saw the spittle flying to the face of the person who spit it out, making him disgusted, so he quickly threw away the broom and wiped it with his sleeve.

"You! How dare you spit on me, you liar?" The man wiped his face clean and yelled loudly, but he never dared to act rashly again. The scene just now was so weird that he didn't dare to think about what happened. .

Yang Fengxian hid behind Pei Xiaoyao, and said loudly: "You are so unreasonable, you obviously vomited yourself, but you are relying on others!"

The man stared and said: "Then it is a fact that he is a liar, right? You, Yang Fengxian, are not a good person, and you Yang San's family are not a good person, and you gang up with outsiders to deceive people in your own village!"

"That's right!" People in the crowd who knew him kept echoing.

"Yo, you are a good thing?" Yang Fengxian mocked.

The man didn't turn his head around for a moment, he spat on the ground and said: "Bah, I'm not a thing!"

Yang Fengxian didn't speak, and laughed out loud. It took a long time for the man to realize it, and said angrily, "You're not a fucking thing!"

As soon as the words fell, Yang Fengxian didn't see what happened, the man was thrown to the ground by a strong wind, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Pei Xiaoyao said condescendingly: "It's really noisy! Who is your child? Auntie, give him his money back! Nephew doesn't teach such unreasonable people!"

"Heh, what do you know, dare to preach and not teach?" Yang Jiali looked at the man lying on the ground, his legs were trembling, but he thought he was righteous, so he fanned himself with a folding fan, as if he could drive away the anger in his heart. It's hot and dry.

"What would I do? You, a child in your 40s, have no right to say anything about me?" Pei Xiaoyao was too lazy to argue with such a person, but Yang Jiali's repeated provocations made him a little impatient.

Yang Jiali glanced at the person lying on the ground again, swallowed and said, "A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, we Wendou! Wendou!"

He thinks that although he is not good at reading, he must be better than this person who can't even pass the exam as a child student, right?But Yang Jiali has been in this small mountain village all his life, and he has long forgotten the saying that there are people outside the sky and there is a sky outside the sky.

"Okay." Pei Xiaoyao glanced at the surrounding crowd, and unexpectedly readily agreed.

I heard from Feng girl that this fourth uncle is her grandma's most beloved youngest son, and he presumably has the same virtues as that unreasonable old lady, so it shouldn't be too much to teach him a little lesson...

There was a hint of teasing in Pei Xiaoyao's eyes, and he leaned against the door leisurely, with a lazy look: "What are you talking about?"

Yang Jiali's eyes were full of conceit: "Then compare the pair. Listen carefully, I will make the upper line and you will match the lower line. If you don't match, you will lose. You should stop running this private school."

"No problem." Pei Xiaoyao asked Yang Fengxian to move a chair for himself and her, and sat there looking at him leisurely.

The Yang family gritted their teeth angrily, and if they dare to yell now, you will cry later!He cleared his throat and said, "The spring breeze is in full bloom."

Pei Xiaoyao said casually: "A good year is full of peace and happiness."

Yang Jiali didn't expect him to be right so quickly, he was a little surprised, but he still said confidently: "Beautiful flowers reflect bamboo."

"The trees form their own forests."

"Clouds rise from calligraphy."

"Xing Douhuan's article."

"Gu Shiqing is high-spirited and deeply hidden."

"The article shines brightly."

"The real thing fades away and the empty thing remains."

"It takes a long time to realize that a young man is wrong."

After a series of couplets, Yang Jiali's forehead gradually became sweaty, his hands began to tremble, and the surroundings gradually quieted down. Looking at Yang Jiali's appearance, and seeing Pei Xiaoyao's easy-going ease, his heart immediately felt judged.

Seeing Yang Jiali's speechless look, Yang Fengxian said sarcastically, "Fourth uncle, niece, I'll give you another couplet: the reeds on the wall are top-heavy, the feet are light and the roots are shallow; the bamboo shoots in the mountains have sharp mouths, thick skin, and hollow belly!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful!" Pei Xiaoyao savored the pair carefully and laughed loudly.

And Yang Jiali's complexion became more and more ugly amidst the laughter, almost the same color as the bottom of the pot.

Seeing that Pei Xiaoyao's disciple, Yang Fengxian, could turn the face of the only boy in the village into black with a single pair, the villagers believed in Pei Xiaoyao's level even more.

As if they weren't the ones calling out for being a liar just now, they all praised Pei Xiaoyao's good literary talent loudly. Lai said with a smile: "Mr. Li, your lord has a lot, my child..."

Pei Xiaoyao turned around directly: "No more, take it home."

Yang Fengxian followed closely behind him and entered the room with two chairs.

Yang Jiali looked at the backs of the two, clenched his fists in resentment, his face was pale, and he passed out in shame.

"My son!" With a cry, an old lady sprang out from the crowd. It was Zhao Yuehong who had just arrived after hearing the news. A person came to help, and suddenly howled hoarsely, as if his son had died.

The people around were startled by her, seeing that it was Zhao Yuehong, a well-known and confused old woman, they all moved away, fearing that the old woman would rely on her, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

Zhao Yuehong arrived at her son's side smoothly, seeing his pale face crying, followed by Hualancao, seeing her husband like this, her expression was also very bad.

But she was still a rank higher than her mother-in-law who only knew how to writhe and worry. She rolled her eyes and saw that the place where Yang Jiali fainted happened to be at the entrance of Tao Li Academy, and she suddenly felt confident.

"Mother, what's going on, Xianggong? Today, I only heard that he said that he would come here to help the villagers seek justice. Don't be fooled by those who don't know the basics. How did you become what you are now?" He said, Hua Lancao picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of her eyes.

(End of this chapter)