Chapter 60: Reborn in the Nineties: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 60 — Beat Him

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Chai Dajun is Chai Mi's Third Uncle Chai You De's eldest son; he is already seventeen this year, his birthday falls late — the tenth day of the first lunar month — and he has grown tall and sturdy, to the point he could even be called a rather handsome fellow.

As for character, though……

Chai Mi knows him only too well; after all, born into a family like Chai You De and Che Lianyun's, it is very hard for any child to turn out with precious character.

In her previous life, Chai Dajun, because of his bad conduct, even though his family's material conditions were not bad, still did not manage until he was twenty-seven or twenty-eight to run off to another place and swindle a not-too-bright woman into becoming his wife; the result was three children, two with worrying IQs, one with no IQ at all……

Chai Mi also knows there is nothing more to say to Chai Dajun; he has already grown up, that is just his nature, a dog cannot change its habit of eating shit……

There are also a few people working nearby, watching from a distance, with an attitude of minding their own business and staying out of it.

Chai Mi walked toward Chai Dajun.

When she reached his side, without a word, she grabbed the sickle and brought it down on Chai Dajun's leg.

After all, chopping the head easily causes trouble.

Chopping the leg, at any rate, won't kill anyone.

Chai Dajun was bending his head pulling Chai Mi's family's crops, and never noticed Chai Mi's arrival; Chai Mi's sickle came down and landed squarely on Chai Dajun's right lower leg.

Blood spurted out with a splash.

Chai Dajun turned his head for a glance, then belatedly looked at his own leg, and finally let out a howl: "My leg…… my leg……"

Then Chai Dajun clutched his leg and howled miserably in pain.

Chai Mi said disdainfully: "Chai Dajun, how big a wound is it? Isn't it just a gash, a bit of blood, and you're sitting on the ground howling, what are you putting on an act for? You want to learn from your mother Xiao Doubao, bullying my family thinking we have no one, is that it?"

Chai Mi waved the sickle in her hand: "I'd like to see if you're tired of living. Young as you are, you don't learn anything good. What did these crops do to you? You really are fucking despicable, even ruining crops! These are rice seedlings; ordinary people work a bit of land, grow a bit of grain, it's so hard, and you fucking go furrow by furrow ruining it! If I hack you to death today, the whole village would have to say one sentence: 'Well hacked.'"

Chai Dajun grimaced in pain and cursed: "Chai Mi, you fucking struck a vicious blow. Just watch, I won't rest until I've killed you."

"Tch." Chai Mi laughed: "You? You're worthy?"

Chai Mi swung the sickle and chopped.

Chai Dajun had actually only been gashed once; although he bled a lot, it was not a fatal wound. Seeing Chai Mi chop again, he was so scared he scrambled up and ran for his life.

The two of them ran from the field all the way into the village.

Blood was scattered all over the ground.

Chai Dajun saw that if he kept running he would be crippled; he suddenly wheeled around, fell to his knees with a thud, and knelt on the ground: "Eldest Sister, Eldest Sister, stop chasing. I was wrong, okay?"

Chai Mi was also sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Does admitting fault help? If admitting fault helped, the world would have been peaceful long ago." Chai Mi said: "You've finished ruining the crops; you admit fault now, it's too late."

Chai Mi was just about to continue, but her hand was grabbed by someone; she looked back and it was actually Second Uncle Chai Youfu.

"Aiya, Chai Mi, what are you doing? Waving knives and spears around, what if someone gets killed?" Chai Youfu said with apparent concern.

"If I hack him to death, I'll pay with my life; let him bully my family thinking we have no one, stealing my family's crops." Chai Mi ignored everything, broke free comfortably, and brought the sickle down again.

Chai Dajun was already scared out of his wits; his body tilted, and Chai Mi's sickle landed on his thigh.

Chai Dajun's leg was gashed open again.