Yang Ruoqing's words were like a ladle of hot oil poured on the burning flames. Granny Xiaoqin jumped up from the ground.
Every strand of hair stood on top of his head, breath was blowing from his nostrils, and fire was blowing from his eyes.
"You're talking nonsense, you're farting, you're bullying us honest people just because my family Daping is gone. You are so evil, and you show off just because you have a few filthy riches. You bully us who are weak, and bully my family Wangfu who is honest 1"
"Get out of here and go back to your own home!"
Grandma Xiaoqin grabbed the bowl of brown sugar cake that Yang Ruoqing brought over and threw it towards Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing stepped aside and the bowl hit the wall, breaking into several pieces. The remaining pieces of steamed cake in the bowl also fell to the ground, and they were all dirty.
This move frightened Er Yaya.
The child cried in fear and vomited out all the cake in his mouth.
Xiaoqin quickly hugged the child and patted the child's back to make her spit it out.
While crying, she begged her mother-in-law: "Mother-in-law, this has nothing to do with Qing'er. Qing'er has been helping our family, and now I am sending cakes to your granddaughter. Don't do this..."
"Shut up!" Granny Xiaoqin shouted at Xiaoqin.
Xiaoqin was so frightened that she stared at her mother-in-law blankly.
Grandma Xiaoqin turned around again and saw Yang Ruoqing still standing in the room. The old woman picked up the feather duster chicken on the table and rushed towards Yang Ruoqing.
"Why don't you get out? If you shamelessly come to my house, I'll beat you out!"
Grandma Xiaoqin waved the feather duster in her hand and slapped Yang Ruoqing.
Seeing the old woman's hideous and terrifying look, Yang Ruoqing suddenly felt unappetized.
Looking at the feather duster in her hand, she narrowed her eyes. She had no habit of hitting the old woman.
But she will never let the old woman beat her. She is not Xiaoqin, and she will not spoil this old woman.
"Mother-in-law, don't, don't do this..."
Xiaoqin suddenly rushed over from behind and hugged the old woman's arm.
"Mom, if you want to be beaten or punished, come to me. I don't care about Qing'er. She has been helping our family. You can't ignore the good and the bad and take out your dissatisfaction with your wife on Qing'er!"
Xiaoqin cried and begged, but the old woman was indifferent and slapped Xiaoqin with her backhand.
Xiaoqin was beaten to the ground. The old woman picked up the feather duster in her hand and hit Xiaoqin hard several times. Then she turned around and wanted to hit Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing was really annoyed this time. She snatched the feather duster from the old woman's hand, broke it into two pieces and threw it at the old woman's feet.
"You crazy woman, my aunt only gives you some face and respect because of your age and being Xiaoqin's mother-in-law. Don't be so shameless, you old man!"
Yang Ruoqing shouted angrily at the old woman.
"Your Wangfu is a scumbag old bastard. It's only you, the blind idiot, who treats him like a baby."
"Wangfu is involved in everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. He has brought great harm to our village in the past few years. He didn't repent even after your only son Daping died."
"If Xiaoqin hadn't been pulling the strings, your family would have fallen apart a long time ago."
"If Xiaoqin had a harder heart and remarried, would you still have a family? You stupid old woman should reflect on your thoughts. Your wife is good, but you bully her to death like this. You don't know what's good or bad!"
While Yang Ruoqing was scolding Granny Xiaoqin, she helped Xiaoqin up and carried her outside the house.
The noise from Xiaoqin's house was heard by all the neighbors, and the first one to arrive was Dayun's house, which was separated by a wall.
It happened that Huang Mao was also at her parents' house, and both mother and daughter came over.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing dragging Xiaoqin outside the yard, Xiaoqin's hair was disheveled and she was covering her face and crying. Yang Ruoqing stood aside, her face red with anger.
"Qing'er, what's going on? Why is it so noisy?" Dayun walked over and asked in surprise.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Grandma Xiaoqin is going crazy and making a big fuss!"
Dayun was surprised and took a few steps forward to the door of the house. As expected, he saw Granny Xiaoqin sitting in the house, slapping her hands on the ground, crying and cursing with runny nose and tears.
In the yard, Huang Mao saw two red marks on the violinist's back, "This is..."
"Her mother-in-law slapped her with a feather duster. It was like this on her hands and in many places on her body. She was so cruel that she didn't even blink..."
…
In the house, Xiaoqin's mother-in-law was still scolding Xiaoqin with her eyes closed, saying she was dead in a hundred ways and bad in a thousand ways. In short, this family was caused by Xiaoqin, the god of plague.
Kefu, Ke's father-in-law, still can't give birth to a son.
The scolding attracted more and more onlookers, and Xiaoqin's mother-in-law didn't know how to restrain herself. The scolding made Xiaoqin even more unable to hold her head up.
"Xiaoqin, go to my mother's house for a meeting. I can't stay in your yard anymore," Huang Mao said.
Xiaoqin shook her head and sobbed: "Er Yaya is still crying in the room. The child is scared. I have to go in to comfort her."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's go, I'll take you in."
Yang Ruoqing escorted Xiaoqin into the house to be with her children, while Dayun recruited several women who came to watch the fun and helped Xiaoqin's mother-in-law to her own room to let her cry and scold her.
In the room over here, Xiaoqin was holding Er Yaya, coaxing her softly. Er Yaya was really frightened, her little body was still trembling as she curled up in Xiaoqin's arms.
"All the children have chickenpox. Qing'er's child has chickenpox, and the two grandmas are taking care of it. My child has chickenpox, and grandma is making such a fuss. What evil have I done..."
"I have done so many things for this family, but in the end I am no longer human inside and out. I really can't live this life..."
The onlookers were divided into two groups, one group was trying to persuade Granny Xiaoqin in that room, and the other group was trying to persuade Xiaoqin in this room.
After finally calming down the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, they gradually dispersed.
Yang Ruoqing was the last one to leave. She said to Xiaoqin: "I have to leave for Sunjiagou tomorrow morning. My mother-in-law is the first seven, so I can't stay with you in the village. You here... I'm really worried."
Xiaoqin said: "Your grandma's first birthday is a big event. As my granddaughter, you should go."
"You don't have to worry about me here. If my mother-in-law hits me again, I will naturally run out and hide. If she scolds me, I will just ignore her."
Xiaoqin turned her head and looked at Eryaya who was gradually falling asleep from crying in her arms, and said: "I have thought about it. When Eryaya's chickenpox is cured, I will move to the school to live in this courtyard. I’ll leave it to her, and we’ll split up the family in the future, and I’ll provide for her.”
…
Fengzhi was about to prepare for burial, and Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo both bought incense paper and firecrackers to pay their respects.
Fengzhi's five brothers and five sisters-in-law came with their children to deliver wreaths. Each of the five sisters-in-law cried more sadly than the other.
Everyone in the village who was watching the excitement said that it was good for Fengzhi's mother-in-law to have more brothers and sisters-in-law. With these five brothers, even if Zhou Sheng remarried in the future, her stepmother would not dare to embarrass Bingbing.
But what will happen next? Only God knows.
This side of Sunjiagou.
Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing and their entourage rushed over to attend the first seven days of Mrs. Sun's life. After not seeing each other for seven days, their mother and aunt became haggard for many times, especially Mrs. Sun, who was dark and thin, as if she had aged by more than ten years.
