Willow stood at the intersection of the way down the mountain, and the whole Willow Village was in her sight. Willow Village was backed by the Green Mountain, and there was a river in front of the village. The river was surrounded by fertile fields. At this time, the rice in the fields was almost ripe, and you could see a golden patch. There was a bridge on the river, which led directly outside the village.

Most of the houses in the village were thatched, and only a few were tiled, which were unevenly located at the foot of the mountain.

It was noon at this time, and smoke was rising from the roofs of every household, including her house. Standing here, you could still hear the matriarch's beating and scolding and the children's crying.

Willow went down the mountain quickly, making herself feel like she was rolling and crawling and panting. She ran to the back door, and the matriarch was still cursing people: "You short-lived ghost, you are the reincarnation of a starving ghost, and you dare to steal what I left for your aunt. You are lucky that I didn't beat you to death today..."

Willow took a deep breath. This matriarch was so inhumane. She recognized that the crying voices were the twin brothers and sisters of the original owner.

She slipped into a hidden place, entered the space, put away the thousand-year-old ginseng, and then searched in the ginseng field. She found a ginseng that was at least a hundred years old, wrapped it with grass, and then slipped out of the space.

She wanted to give them a thousand-year-old ginseng, but now it seemed that it really wasn't worth it; even a hundred-year-old ginseng wasn't worth it. Unfortunately, there was nothing younger in her space.

Willow pushed the door open and shouted loudly: "Grandma, grandma, come, come and see what this is?"

Matriarch Smith, who was scolding with great interest, saw a disheveled maid holding a pile of grass and crying. Take a closer look, it's okay if you don't look, but when you see it, you will be furious. It turned out to be the dead girl from the third room. Just when she was about to settle accounts with her, this dead girl came to the door herself.

She picked up a broom and rushed towards Willow.

Willow saw that the matriarch was really going to beat her to death. She quickly put the grass in her hand on the ground, dug out the ginseng from it, held it high, and shouted: "Grandma, grandma, don't hit me. If you break the treasure, it will be worthless. Grandpa, grandpa, come out quickly, you are going to break the treasure."

Her shouting made Matriarch Smith stop and point at Willow: "You little brat, you dare to fool me with this broken thing. I will beat you to death today. I haven't settled the score with you for beating your aunt yet."

As she said that, Matriarch Smith raised the broom and hit Willow. At this time, a loud roar of "Stop, put down the broom" shocked Matriarch Smith.

When Willow saw the person coming, she quickly howled: "Grandpa, grandpa, look at this thing, it's what I bought with my life."

Such a big commotion had already made people from all the rooms come out. Now it was not time to harvest. Except for the people who were studying in town, people from all the rooms came out after hearing the noise.

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Everyone stared at the thing in Willow's hand curiously, only her second uncle was sharp-eyed and exclaimed: "Ginseng, yes, it's ginseng," and then he stared at the ginseng greedily, wanting to put it in his pocket.

Mrs. Phoenix was also standing at the door with little Charlie in her arms, but when she saw her child and the ginseng, she didn't even raise her eyelids.

Old Mr. Smith took a few quick steps, pulled Matriarch Smith away, and carefully looked at the ginseng left and right: "Well, it's good, it's indeed a top-grade hundred-year-old ginseng, Fourth Girl, get up quickly."

"Grandpa, I don't dare to get up. Yesterday, I hurt Auntie. I didn't mean it. I was really angry. Auntie always bullied and scolded our third room. Grandpa, you are still here. Our third room's people did not do well. That's what grandpa and grandma should teach them. Please forgive me, I will never dare to do it again." After saying that, she really kowtowed to the old man. That look was really miserable. Willow knew that it would not be good if she didn't take some strong action today.

Of course, Bella had to be given a hint. Old Mr. Smith was a smart man. He probably didn't want the villagers to say that he was an uneducated and unfair person. He still had sons and grandsons who were going to take the exam for the scholar. How could he ruin his reputation?

Reputation here can really be used as food.

Sure enough, Old Mr. Smith's face darkened. He looked at his daughter's room and saw that his daughter didn't get up to make a fuss. He probably heard what Willow said. Then he said, "Get up, don't do it again in the future. Grandpa forgives you, and grandma won't beat you again."

Old Mr. Smith took the ginseng and turned back to the house. He glared at Matriarch Smith and said, "Don't beat people for no reason. That's also the blood of my family. Take good care of it."

Old Mr. Smith was such a smart man. His daughter was rare, but not as rare as ginseng. This ginseng was worth a lot of money. It's time to give this old woman a lesson. She always likes to vent her anger on the people in the third room. The people in the third room are a little weak and incompetent, but they are all good at work.

Matriarch Smith threw away the broom. Today, she was comforted by her old man, but she also lost face in front of her children and grandchildren. How can she manage these wolf cubs in the future? She glared at Willow fiercely, "Little brat, I let you go today, but next time I won't beat you to death. I'll just sell you and save my food to feed pigs."

Seeing that there was no excitement to watch, the people in each room went back to the house and did what they had to do.

Willow rubbed her forehead and walked in front of the two little guys, "Charlie, Lily, get up quickly, grandma won't beat us anymore," she raised her voice to ensure that Old Mr. Smith and Matriarch Smith heard it.

The twins in front of her are seven years old this year, but they look about five years old. The real little carrot head, with a pale face, unkempt hair, ragged clothes, just like an African refugee.

The two children looked at their grandparents' room timidly and said, "Big sister, is it true? Grandma won't beat us anymore?"

Willow felt sour in her heart. What kind of family is this? What kind of people are they? They are still children. How could they do that? How could they bear it! The two children were kneeling here and being beaten, but no one came out to protect them.

Willow looked around coldly and turned to the west wing. Mrs. Phoenix stood at the door of the house with little Charlie in her arms. She had no expression at all and looked at the three siblings woodenly.

Willow pulled Charlie and Lily up. They had been kneeling for too long. The children were small and weak, and the two children staggered. Willow quickly supported one with one hand and let the two children bend over and stand slowly.

When the two children were a little better, Willow entered the house. She passed by Mrs. Phoenix and looked up at her coldly and said, "Is your heart made of ten thousand years of ice?"

After that, Willow entered a small room. She found some clean clothes on the kang of the three siblings. Looking at this earthen kang like a doghouse, how could they survive in winter? No wonder Bella was acting like a fool. It's better to die than to live here.

When she came out of the house and passed by Mrs. Phoenix, she was still standing there motionless. The only difference was that her eyes were darker. No, they were gray, like a dead person who had lost her vitality.