Farm Tough Girl
Chapter 337 - 337 338 No Trouble at All_1

Chapter 337: Chapter 338 No Trouble at All_1 Chapter 337: Chapter 338 No Trouble at All_1 Mrs. Liang’s eyes bulged with fury. “Ha! Who is claiming sisterhood here? A sister? You little wretched girl, do you truly have a death wish?!”

Muniang completely ignored Mrs. Liang and addressed the Village Head, “Mr. Village Head, although it’s not our place to meddle in others’ affairs, this child is also a person of Tupo Village. If word got out that a mother in Tupo Village beat her daughter to death, wouldn’t it also dishonor our village?”

The Village Head glanced at Qingmei, who was huddled behind Muniang, shivering. Her clothes were torn and disheveled, her hair a mess, and there was a bloody gash on her head, looking alarmingly severe. Muniang had covered it with a handkerchief, temporarily stopping the bleeding, but the little girl’s face had already turned deathly pale.

“Mrs. Liang, no one is faulting you for disciplining your child, but that was far too harsh. What would you do if you really beat her to death?”

Mrs. Liang was taken aback, “Even if she did die, she’s my daughter. Would that be a crime?”

Everyone was shocked at Mrs. Liang’s response, stupefied. After all, she was a flesh of her own flesh. Who treats their own daughter in such a manner?

The Village Head bellowed angrily, “Nonsense! Your daughter is a human life, too. What have you done to the reputation of Tupo Village, to your own conscience? Aren’t you afraid of being haunted by ghosts in your nightmares?”

Mrs. Liang was truly frightened by these words. The ancients were extremely superstitious; talk of going to hell after death or being taken away by ghosts in the night tended to be quite effective. Fear suddenly rose in Mrs. Liang’s heart, but she still retorted with her neck stiff, “Why are you saying such horrifying things, huh? Isn’t Qingmei alive and well?”

Muniang snorted coldly, “Only thanks to everyone stopping you. Otherwise, if you had actually beaten her to death, with all the resentment Qingmei held, as a ghost, she would surely haunt you without end!”

Mrs. Liang’s face turned pale, “Don’t spout nonsense!” In reality, she had already conceded in her mind; reflecting upon how she had never treated Qingmei well since she was a child, and that her current actions were purely out of anger. If she had really killed her by accident, perhaps Qingmei would indeed cling to her relentlessly. At that thought, Mrs. Liang couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear.

The Village Head snorted, “Enough already; you need to send this child to see Doctor Chen without delay.”

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liang’s face fell. What did it mean to take her to see Doctor Chen? Seeking medical help cost money! To her, this wretched girl was worthless as an old shoe; she hated her so much she wished her death, so why would she waste a penny on her?

“How serious can this injury be, needing to see a doctor? She’s no Miss Jin; why treat her with such delicacy? A bit of rest should be sufficient,” Mrs. Liang said.

The Village Head’s face turned dark immediately. “This ‘minor injury’ you speak of? For such a young child, not to mention the bruises all over her body, that head wound is no small matter. Do you really want to kill her and end up haunted by ghosts?”

Doctor Chen hadn’t arrived yet; after all, he was elderly and not as mobile, and his home was also a great distance away.

Mrs. Liang was furious, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. What sort of mess was this? In the end, she was the one to suffer. But the idea of paying was intolerable to her. Suddenly she had an idea and said, “Mr. Village Head, you see, I’d like to take her to the doctor, but the child has been bewitched by Qiao Muniang’s sweet talking. She doesn’t even want her own mother now, and doesn’t respond when I call her, clinging only to Qiao Muniang. I would say, let Qiao Muniang take her for the medical care—after all, they’re closer now.”

The Village Head barely managed to suppress the urge to curse out loud. Gritting his teeth, he said, “You’re simply—”

“Never mind, Mr. Village Head. I’ll take the child to see the doctor. There’s no need to trouble Mrs. Wang,” Muniang said, not trusting Qingmei in the care of Mrs. Liang anyway. Although she knew exactly what Mrs. Liang was plotting, she willingly bit the bullet.

However, Muniang emphasized the words “trouble Mrs. Wang” with particular force. Everyone could sense the irony and began to whisper among themselves, while also casting disdainful glances at Mrs. Liang.

Mrs. Liang’s face was somewhat flushed with anger, but she still stubbornly said, “Hey, she said it herself, I didn’t force her. It’s you who wanted to take Qingmei to see the doctor, I agreed because I trusted you. If this girl doesn’t get cured, I’ll come to you to settle accounts.”

At this moment, Mrs. Liang wished nothing more than for Muniang to cure Qingmei to death, so that she could then extort a sum of money from Qiao Muniang. How profitable that would be.

Muniang gave her a cold glance and did not bother with her, directly greeting the Village Head, “Mr. Village Head, we’ll be leaving now. Thank you for your help with today’s matter.”

Mr. Village Head had a kindly face, and looking at Qingmei, he also felt a wave of pity, “There’s no trouble at all. If you can offer such help to Qingmei without finding it bothersome, then please quickly take her away. Don’t delay.”

Muniang acknowledged and helped Qingmei up from the ground to leave, without once glancing back at Mrs. Liang from beginning to end.

The villagers disdainfully looked at Mrs. Liang, muttering to themselves, “I say, some people really have no shame. Beating their own daughter half to death and then being too stingy to spend money even for a doctor’s visit, pushing the responsibility onto someone else. To think we have such a person in our village!”

Mrs. Liang’s face turned red as she shouted, “What are you whispering about? Don’t think I can’t hear you!”

“And who is calling you out by name that you’re blathering over here?” someone retorted.

“I—” Mrs. Liang was indeed at a loss for words and could not speak.

“Putting on an act, huh? Everyone knows what’s going on very clearly. I tell you, people’s hearts truly differ,” the villagers’ idle talk and gossip simply would not stop.

Mrs. Liang, thick-skinned, cursed a few times and then slinked away, defeated.

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“Ouch, it hurts,” Qingmei’s tears were squeezed out.

Doctor Chen applied medicine while sighing, “Mrs. Liang really is inhuman, to lay such heavy hands on her own daughter, it’s like she was trying to beat her to death.”

Muniang gently stroked Qingmei’s head, “Be brave, it’ll be better after enduring for a little while.”

After Doctor Chen had finished applying the medicine and bandaged Qingmei’s head wound, the task was finally complete.

Muniang personally saw Doctor Chen off and upon returning, she found Qingmei sitting on the bed with a worried look, her eyes unfocused.

“What’s wrong? Does it still hurt?” Muniang did not dare to speak loudly, as the child had already been frightened enough.

Qingmei softly shook her head, her eyes full of melancholy, “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s just that now my mother knows I can’t marry into a wealthy family as a concubine, she surely won’t keep me for free anymore. She might just sell me directly to a brothel.”