The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

196 Asking for trouble sooner or later

Zhao Zhitong and his brothers and sisters were playing a game of throwing sandbags, with constant laughter.

Just after the sandbag was thrown crookedly again, a little boy suddenly rushed out from the side and picked up the sandbag they threw out.

The little boy was about the same age as Zhao Zhitong, with a slightly fat body, and looking at his clothes and grooming, he looked like a child who grew up spoiled by the family.

That's right, that expression of beating is really unpleasant to look at.

At this moment, Zhao Zhitong was the player who was thrown in the middle. Seeing this, he trotted over, stretched out his little hand and said, "Thank you for helping me pick it up."

The little boy was studying curiously with a beanbag at the moment. After hearing Zhao Zhitong's words, he immediately put the hand holding the beanbag behind his back, with a frown, obviously unwilling to give it.

Zhao Zhitong said: "This is our sandbag, you have to return it to me, but if you want to play, we can bring you to play with us."

The little boy glanced at Zhao Zhitong, curled his lips, and said, "Who wants to play with you! You said it was your sandbag, do you have evidence? This is something I picked up, and it fell on the ground , that is something that has no owner, if it is picked up by me, it is mine!"

Seeing that the other party was so arrogant and unreasonable, Zhao Zhitong got a little angry, and said angrily: "We are playing sandbag throwing, of course we will throw it out, we threw it out, of course it is ours, return it to me!"

The little boy pouted, and said arrogantly: "If you don't return it, you won't return it. What I picked up is mine!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his head, and spit directly on the little hand that Zhao Zhitong stretched out.

Zhao Zhitong froze for a moment, feeling a wave of malice spreading from his hands all over his body: "..."

Then, in the next second, he yelled loudly: "Wow, it's so disgusting, my hands are not clean..."

Hearing Zhao Zhitong's cry, Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yu's expressions immediately changed, and they ran over, blocking Zhao Zhitong like a child guard, pushing the little boy away and saying, "Hey, what are you doing?" Well! How dare you bully my sister!"

Sun Daji and the others also ran over: "What's the matter? Little cousin, did Chen Xiaofeng bully you?"

Zhao Zhitong nodded, pointed at Chen Xiaofeng, and complained loudly: "He didn't give us the sandbags, and even spit on my hands, it's so disgusting..."

How big is Sun Daqing? Hearing that his little cousin was being bullied, he immediately stood in front of the little boy aggressively, and shouted in a rough voice: "Hey! Return the sandbag to us quickly! Then tell my little boy My cousin apologizes, or I will beat you!"

The little boy was really frightened by such menacing arrogance.

But it was just a shock, and they were still unwilling to return their sandbags.

In the end, being forced by Sun Daji and the others in a hurry, he got angry and yelled: "If you don't let me play, then no one will want to play!"

Roaring, he threw the sandbag directly into the muddy puddle beside the road. After throwing it, he stepped on it a few times viciously with his feet!

In an instant, the little sandbag was completely submerged in the dirty puddle, covered with mud, and turned gray.

Only then did he retract his feet in satisfaction, and looked at Sun Daji and the others proudly: "Here's it for you, go get it~ hahaha."

After laughing, he made a grimace at Sun Daji with a proud face: "Go get it, why don't you go."

This angered everyone, and Zhao Zhitong yelled, "You pay me for the sandbag!"

That sandbag was last night, Sun Mei sewed it for her with old fabrics, and Sister Yaya embroidered a cute little flower on it.

It was just to play with my brothers and sisters today, but now I was stepped on in a puddle, it became dirty and wet, and I couldn't play at all.

Zhao Zhitong was so angry that his eye circles were red with anger, and he slapped Chen Xiaofeng's face with his right hand, which was stained with saliva.

Chen Xiaofeng lost his footing, and sat down on the ground with a plop.

Zhao Zhitong: "Tui! You bad boy!"

Sun Daji and the others were also furious, and they all glared at him viciously.

The little boy sat on the ground, stunned for a long time, then raised his head, closed his eyes, and with a wow, he began to cry loudly.

The cry was so piercing and penetrating that Zhao Zhitong subconsciously covered his ears.

Then, in the next second, a young woman rushed out from the next door, she looked about the same age as Sun Mei.

After she rushed over, she hugged the next boy in her arms, and cried out "my son" in her mouth.

Immediately, he checked and found that his son was fine, so he pointed the knife point at Zhao Zhitong and the others, glared at him, and said fiercely, "What are you doing? Bullying people!"

"Mother~" The little boy immediately hugged the woman and complained: "Mother, it's them, they want to beat me, woo woo woo, don't play with sandbags for me."

Zhao Zhitong immediately said angrily: "Stop spitting blood, we didn't beat you, you threw our sandbags into the puddle to make it dirty first, and you spit on me, and you fell because you didn't stand still. "

Sun Daji and others instantly agreed.

"That's right, he fell down by himself, and threw our sandbags into the puddle! Don't let the villain sue first."

"Look, our sandbags are covered with water and mud, and we can't play anymore. You pay us for the sandbags!"

...

At this time, Sun Mei and her second aunt Liu heard the commotion outside the yard, walked out of the yard, and saw a woman holding a crying child, confronting Zhao Zhitong and the others.

The woman Sun Mei recognized was the third daughter of Mrs. Guan next door——Sun Ying, the one who robbed her of her marriage back then.

She also took a look at her mother-in-law, and loved to compare with Sun Mei everywhere. Therefore, neither of the two of them liked the other, and after meeting, it was the tip of the needle.

Sun Mei glanced at her unkindly, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Hearing it was Sun Mei's voice, Zhao Zhitong closed his eyes immediately, and followed Chen Xiaofeng's example, crying and complaining: "Mother, he threw my sandbag into the puddle, stepped on it, and vomited. I'm drooling, look, it's so disgusting, I don't even want my hands..."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and showed it to Sun Mei.

Sun Mei glanced at Zhao Zhitong's hand, then at the dirty sandbags in the puddle, her eyes fell on Sun Ying, and her tone was not very good: "Sun Ying, you should take care of your children, you Indulging him like this is hurting him."

The second aunt, Liu, pulled Sun Daji and the others over, nodded and agreed: "Yes, Sun Ying, as the saying goes, spoiling your son is like killing a son. If you spoil your son like this, something will happen sooner or later."

When Sun Ying saw Sun Mei, she was already in a very bad mood. Now when she heard what the two said about her son, she immediately became angry and shouted: "What are you talking about? My child needs you!" Teach me how to teach?"

"Really, it's just a broken sandbag. Throw it into the water and throw it away. If you take it out to dry, it will be dried. Look at how stingy you are."