C9

Feng Huilan looked at Feng Tingting gently, her smile making her scalp tingle.

"Tingting, Daddy said that your painting skills have improved. Can you draw one for elder sister?"

Feng Tingting swallowed her saliva and did not say a word, but Feng Huilan's gaze that was like an X ray scanned her from head to toe, if she did not agree, the consequences would be severe.

She curled her neck and did not dare to speak, and looked at Zhou Chunmei aggrievedly.

"Girl Lan, stop messing around, hurry up and prepare, Father will come back later to eat."

With that, Feng Tingting returned back to the kitchen to cook.

Feng Huilan hooked her fingers: "Little sister, since you're so smart, do you know what to do?"

Feng Tingting did not say anything and obediently walked towards the side room, but her eyes were clear.

She was learning how to fight without fighting. As long as she was not willing, Feng Huilan would never get close to her.

But just with Feng Tingting being a person, she could not go overboard or else she would be sent to the Goddess.

Although the Goddess was a good person, it was always said that she had a bad reputation. She still wanted to rise to the top and marry Gao Fujun, so she couldn't joke about her reputation.

It looked like his skin was going to suffer again today.

However, what Feng Tingting didn't expect was that she didn't hit him, but instead, extended her hand towards him.

"Three coins."

Feng Tingting was a little confused, she had not even reacted to this change.

"What are you pretending for? A few days ago, you told me to pay three coins to buy a painting of You Lang, but you didn't bring it back. For a moment, I forgot that you were confused, so isn't it time for the painting to go back to its original owner!"

Wasn't it just three coins? Who the f * ck cares? It would be another five taels of silver if I thought about it!

Feng Tingting returned the money back with disdain, but Feng Huilan didn't take it back with him.

She frowned, she did not understand what Feng Huilan meant. Three coins was not a small sum, she could buy six big steamed buns.

Feng Huilan smiled sweetly at her, then forcefully tore off her cotton-padded jacket and ran into the door.

The door was just ajar from the start, but with Feng Huilan's charge, she was forcefully flung outwards by more than a meter.

"Mother, sister has gone mad, she has gone mad!"

Feng Tingting's heart thumped, she did not expect Feng Huilan to actually use this move.

But Feng Tingting's reaction speed was even faster, upon seeing the tip of Zhou Chunmei's shoes, her body became weak and fell, while the other side died and knocked onto the low stool, immediately breaking its skin, leaving behind a line of blood.

Feng Huilan complained, recounting Feng Tingting's insanity. Zhou Chunmei's atmosphere, it was filled with pain, but when they entered the house, they saw her little girl whose face was covered in blood, and screamed again and again.

"Hurry and call Dr. Feng over!" Zhou Chunmei roared towards Feng Huilan as she ran back to the main house with Feng Tingting in her arms.

Feng Huilan also saw the blood on Feng Tingting's forehead, she was stunned for a moment, and was only able to react after Zhou Chunmei shouted at him, and anxiously went to find a barefoot doctor.

Not long after, Doctor Feng arrived. He carefully looked at the wound, it was not deep, it was only a superficial wound. After a simple treatment, he gave some instructions and left.

But Feng Tingting did not wake up, which made Zhou Chunmei extremely worried and made him forget that Feng Huilan had gone crazy.

Feng Guangzong had always been a person who cared about face, and he had taken sides with his daughter recently. He picked up the feather duster and started beating her up, he had long forgotten the words of a saint that a gentleman wouldn't use.

On this day, neither of them managed to take advantage of the other as both of them lay injured on the bed.

The most tiring person was undoubtedly Zhou Chunmei. After taking care of their little girl and taking care of their eldest daughter, the two of them finally woke up the next day after toiling for a whole day.

Feng Tingting was initially dizzy, but after being bandaged by Doctor Feng, she kept feigning faintness. Hearing Feng Huilan's painful screams, she was so happy that she almost jumped up to see her embarrassed look, but she endured it in the end.

On the second day, Feng Tingting woke up from her sleep and rushed to the side room, just in time to see Zhou Chunmei changing the medicine for her.

Her back was covered with scars, but it was much lighter than when Feng Huilan attacked her.

Zhou Chunmei looked at Feng Tingting in surprise: "What do you think? If my body isn't feeling good, then I'll go back and lie down. I have a mother to do this work."

Feng Tingting moved her mouth, facing Feng Huilan's furious eyes, she raised her eyebrows, turned and left.

After lying down for another two days, Feng Tingting's injuries could be considered scab, but Feng Huilan's injuries were rather severe and she was still resting. All of the work was naturally done by her.

Feng Tingting did not stop to rest. She did not even have time to go to the Freight House to deliver the painting.

Feng Huilan was actually already able to get off the bed, but her injuries had not yet healed. Everyday she would sit in the courtyard to bask in the sun, and conveniently instruct Feng Tingting.

"I'm thirsty. Go and boil the water."

The moment Feng Tingting returned from washing clothes, she couldn't wait to order her around.

"Don't you have hands?" After being tired for a day, Feng Tingting was naturally unwilling to move, and could not continue to pretend.

"Hmph, if you're like this, then I'm going to tell father that you're going to steal his things and sell them!"

Feng Tingting clenched her teeth. The reason why she kept her voice so low was because Feng Huilan unintentionally found out that she had stolen all the abandoned paintings and brought them to the Freight House. Otherwise, how could she be willing to be ordered around by Feng Huilan!

"Okay, Tingting will boil some water for you."

With that, Feng Tingting put the wooden basin down heavily in the kitchen, waiting for someone to service the Buddha, she then quickly went to dry her clothes.

Just as she finished drying her clothes, Feng Huilan said again, "Aiya, my back is so itchy.

Feng Tingting was so angry that even though she wanted to rest, she had to swallow her anger instead.

"Alright!" Feng Tingting gnashed her teeth, and gently massaged her back that was raised from an unknown place.

She said she was doing it on purpose. If it was light, she would blame him for it.

In short, nothing she did would be fine.

Just like that, a few days passed under Feng Huilan's various torments, and she was happy that Feng Huilan's wounds had recovered, and that the redness and swelling had retreated, but Feng Huilan managed to use her godly acting skill to avoid the onslaught.

Although he didn't order her around, the daily task of splitting firewood and carrying water weighed heavily on her shoulders. If it wasn't for the cushion she had brought from modern times, her shoulders would have been crippled.

This morning, Feng Tingting was forced to scoop up some water and run back and forth ten times to fill the water vat. Feng Tingting was so tired that she couldn't take it anymore, finally, she could go back to her room and sleep.