Jiang Xiaoman stayed up late reading and became the eponymous village bully who dominated the brigade captain's family in the 1970s. The original owner had just given He Lianshan, a beautiful young educated man with bad ingredients, some medicine, tied him to the earthen bed and forced him to worship him. Looking at the future richest man with red eyes and scars all over his body, Jiang Xiaoman turned the feather duster in his hand and knocked on his forehead with a bang.
"The twisted melon isn't sweet, so what? I see you're hungry too, why don't you have some canned pork first?"
He Lianshan turned his head and breathed heavily: "Jiang Xiaoman, what kind of torture do you want to play? Don't disgust me with these things."
Jiang Xiaoman complained endlessly. In order not to be resented and retaliated, she opened the supermarket space and secretly stuffed white flour rice and anti-inflammatory drugs into his mouth in different ways. The women in the brigade were eating melon seeds and laughing at the jokes. They all said that this bully girl from the Jiang family was so stupid that she actually treated a devolved cow, ghost, and snake god as her ancestor.
Unexpectedly, later, on that thunderstorm night, the man who had always been aloof and aloof protected her from the falling wooden beams. He held her face with his rough palms and said in a dumb voice: "Jiang Xiaoman, since you have provoked me, don't push me away in the future."
