Chapter 73 Killing the Chicken

Her eyes flashed, carrying a hint of wariness and a meaningful smile.

"Great idea! Let's go to the county town together in a couple of days, earn more money, and raise more poultry."

Shen Cuifen raised her voice slightly.

She looked up at the sky.

Sunlight was shining through the clouds and onto the stone slabs in the courtyard.

She already had a plan in mind.

Selling eggs, setting up a stall, raising chickens and ducks—as long as you're willing to work hard, life will always get better and better.

Shen Cuifen had already planned out how she would live after the divorce.

We're just one step away from taking that final step.

She didn't act on impulse; she had been planning this in secret for a long time.

The thought of divorce had been lingering in my mind for a long time, but now I've finally made up my mind.

The land belongs to her, the old house belongs to her, and the children belong to her.

She can support the family on her own.

As long as she is no longer subjected to ridicule and sarcasm, and no longer treated like a pushover, she can endure any hardship.

As she spoke, she turned and walked into the yard.

His steps were steady, his back straight, and the timidity of his former self, with his head bowed and shoulders hunched, was gone.

She stepped onto the bluestone slabs, making a crisp sound.

As I passed by the window, I bumped into Li Fangfang peeking out.

Behind that dilapidated wooden window, a face covered in cheap makeup suddenly shrank back, then peeked out halfway again.

Li Fangfang squinted, her gaze sweeping over like a knife, clearly eavesdropping.

Shen Cuifen deliberately raised an eyebrow at her and gave a cold smile.

She stood still for a moment, facing the window.

Bright red blood droplets still clung to the blade, glistening in the sunlight.

She raised her arm, the tip of the knife pointing upwards.

That splash of red was particularly striking in the morning light.

Li Fangfang was horrified; wasn't this a blatant provocation?

She shuddered and almost knocked over the teacup on the windowsill.

The knife was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into her heart.

She never expected Shen Cuifen to be so arrogant.

How dare they kill a chicken right under her nose and blatantly provoke her!

In a moment of impulsiveness, she thought that Shen Cuifen must have succeeded!

They must have received some benefits, otherwise where would they get their confidence?

Either the man gave them the money, or they divided the family property, or...

She dared not think any further.

My heart was in turmoil, and jealousy grew wildly like weeds.

"Oh my God! My precious son Jianguo!"

She screamed, her voice so shrill it was almost distorted, pounding the window frame with one hand and her chest with the other.

The roar was particularly jarring in the village in the early morning.

Li Fangfang pounded her chest and sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

After howling a few times, her body suddenly stiffened, her neck tilted to the side, and there was a "crack".

Then his eyes rolled back, his face turned pale instantly, and he fell straight backward.

Her body fell heavily towards the window, her head almost hitting the window frame.

Fortunately, Lu Daqiang brought a bag of old clothes and blocked the door last night.

The pile of clothes was crookedly stacked in the corner, which happened to be placed under her.

It was this bundle of worn-out cotton clothes and blankets that prevented her from falling directly to the ground, thus avoiding possible bumps and injuries.

Otherwise, given the way she fell and the force she used, she would probably have suffered a serious injury.

To be honest, it was really a stroke of luck.

If that bag of clothes hadn't ended up there by some strange twist of fate, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Li Fangfang herself was completely unaware of all of this.

Because she fainted so quickly and suddenly, her consciousness was completely cut off as soon as it became blurry, and she didn't see Lu Guizhen carrying a thrashing hen and hurrying in from the yard.

She was completely unaware that no bloodshed had occurred outside.

Lu Weidong was also unharmed, but he was scolded a few times by Shen Cuifen and went back to his room early on.

"Mom! What happened to my grandma?"

Lu Guizhen vaguely heard a shrill scream coming from inside the house, and her heart skipped a beat.

He quickly put the chicken down on the ground and rushed to the window.

She stood on tiptoe and peered through the window, only to see Li Fangfang lying motionless on the ground. She was so frightened that her face turned pale and her voice changed.

Hearing the commotion, Shen Cuifen quickly walked over from the courtyard.

She walked to the window, peered out, and saw that the old woman had fallen right on top of the pile of old clothes. Her head hadn't hit anything, and her limbs were intact, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

She was relieved, turned around and walked back, dusted off her hands, and said calmly, "Who knows? She just collapsed suddenly. Maybe she was frightened, or maybe she had a heart attack."

This old lady usually has the loudest voice; she's always yelling and shouting in the yard, and everyone is a little afraid of her.

Surprisingly, this seemingly fierce person was actually quite easily frightened.

It becomes paralyzed at the slightest stimulation.

It's a paper tiger, all bark and no bite.

When Lu Guizhen saw her grandmother lying unconscious on the ground, she couldn't care less about anything else.

She quickly moved closer to the window and peered inside.

Upon seeing this, I was almost startled and jumped up.

Good heavens!

The house looked like it had been robbed, with furniture piled up haphazardly by the door.

The door was sealed shut; not even a cat could squeeze through, let alone a person.

"Grandma! Grandma! Wake up!"

Lu Guizhen shouted loudly through the window, her voice trembling with tears.

Although she wasn't close to Li Fangfang normally, and was even a little afraid of her.

But Li Fangfang was, after all, her own grandmother, and they shared the same blood.

Even if the old woman speaks coldly to her and beats and scolds her at the slightest provocation, she cannot just stand by and watch her lie on the ground unattended.

"Guizhen, she won't die, don't worry about her!"

Lu Daqiang came out of the house, frowning, and shouted impatiently.

But Lu Guizhen couldn't bear to watch any longer.

She's a soft-hearted girl and can't bear to see someone lying on the ground unattended.

She wanted to save people, but the window was too small, even the window frame was narrow.

Even a skinny person like Lu Zhongshun couldn't squeeze in, let alone her.

She had no choice but to turn around and push the door open, intending to go in through the front door to help her grandmother up.

She pushed hard several times, until her palms turned red.

The pile of furniture seemed to be welded shut; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push it away.

She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely, and the stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with sweat.

Just as things were getting anxious, Li Fangfang on the ground finally groaned a few times, letting out a low moan.

Then, she slowly opened her eyes, her pupils initially unfocused before gradually refocusing.

She stared at the smoke-blackened corner of the roof, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her.

It took her a while to catch her breath before her breathing gradually became steady and her consciousness slowly returned.

She sat up abruptly, her hair disheveled and hanging over her shoulders.

"Guizhen! Did your mother kill your father?"

She remembered that before she fainted, her vision was blurry.

But it was still clear that Shen Cuifen was tightly gripping a kitchen knife in her hand.

The blade was still stained with dark red blood.

"Grandma! What nonsense are you talking about! You just woke up and you're already spouting off! My mom went to kill a chicken!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Guizhen's expression immediately changed, and she hurriedly began to explain.