Lying Win: My villains are all reborn

Chapter 72 Not Qualified (Second update, please support me~

As soon as Wen Nian and Mangzi left, the villagers who came to help put out the fire also said goodbye and left.

Sisters Deng Wenru and Deng Jiayan were left sitting or standing desolately in the cold wind.

Faced with such an ignorant child, Deng Wenru shook his head helplessly: "Since you can't listen to what I said, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Now that the fire is out, you can clean up after yourselves and do whatever you need to do."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and said, "I still have a lot of things to do at home, so I won't bother you here."

"this……"

The three sisters looked at the yard that had become empty in an instant, feeling a little dumbfounded for a moment.

"It's all your fault."

At this time, Deng Jiaqian reached out and pushed Deng Jiayan, pushing her back several steps and almost falling to the ground.

But the young man was still angry and scolded: "Everyone came to help with this matter today, and finally my aunt came with me. Why did you say that?"

"That's right, my aunt usually gives us delicious food if she has anything to eat at her house, but now she doesn't let us enter his house anymore."

Six-year-old Deng Jiakai also looked at his sister angrily, "If it weren't for what you just said, my aunt might have taken us back to her house for dinner."

In front of the Deng family, he glared at his sister in front of him: "I also want to take this opportunity to show pity in front of my aunt and ask her to help us cook."

"If you just tell her to leave immediately, how can you have a chance to eat at her house again?"

"You know how to blame me, why don't you think about yourself."

Deng Jiayan screamed, kicked her brother and brother who were still sitting on the stone, turned around and went back to the house and closed the door.

He also added: "Don't ask me to cook in the future."

"Humph, it sounds like I care about your cooking."

The brothers spat in the yard of their house, "Every day they cook sweet potatoes and cook porridge. They are tired of eating it already."

Deng Wenru hid on the street corner and witnessed the whole process that happened between the three sisters, and couldn't help but shake his head.

I'm afraid this family won't be able to support them anymore.

Forget it, as the village leader, he can only put the safety of the whole village on his shoulders, but he can't interfere with the private affairs of the villagers.

…

"Sister, sister, please slow down."

Here, Ma Conghua ran a few steps to catch up with Wen Nian and said with the same hatred, "That niece of yours is too ignorant."

"You went to help put out the fire, and she scolded you."

"Whatever children can understand, I'm afraid they can all learn from adults."

Deng Wenwen answered from the side, "Girl, there is no need to worry about a child."

"What do you know?"

Ma Conghua nudged her husband with her elbow, "I didn't hear Brother Wenru say that the child is almost ten years old, so he is not young anymore."

"And the look in her eyes just now, didn't you see it?"

Deng Wenshu: "..."

Of course he saw it too.

He really didn't expect that such a young child would show such a terrifying look.

Wen Nian looked at the couple and smiled and said, "Brother, sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't argue with the child."

"Tongyanwuji, I really didn't take those words to heart."

Besides, the child was right, she had nothing to do with their family.

The youngest of the three sisters is only one year younger than her son.

How pitiful can they be?

Is she as pitiful as her Sheng'er at such a young age?

A few months ago, at the age of seven, the child had to take care of his seriously injured mother and his younger siblings.

Who can understand the fear and uneasiness that the child felt at that time?

The three children only need to take care of themselves and eat and drink.

If you can't do this, it would be a joke.

She was not qualified to use her own son's carefully saved life to take care of other people's children.

Even though these children were once her favorite nieces and nephews.

(End of chapter)