Chapter 7 He is a debt collector

"The sun has already come out, but my dad is still alone in the field, finishing up the work that my uncle hasn't finished. I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to eat if it was too late, so I wanted to save some for him. My uncle also said that we are all family, and it doesn't matter who does the work in the field. Then why is it that when it comes to eating, my uncle can sit at home and eat and drink to his heart's content even though he hasn't finished his work, but my dad is still working so hard, but when he comes home, he can't have a single bite of food to eat?"

In front of many neighbors, Cen Yanxian cried and explained the whole story.

She wiped her tears and asked from the bottom of her heart:

"Grandma, in your heart, are only your eldest uncle and younger uncle your biological sons, and my father is nothing at all? Am I not your biological granddaughter either? Why don't you feel sorry for me at all? Not only did you beat me up with a broom before dawn and make me work, but now you are saying that you want to starve our second branch to death? In your heart, are our second branch not your family at all?"

Faced with her questions, anyone with a bit of common sense would know to deny it.

But Old Lady Cen is really used to being overbearing and unreasonable.

For her, it’s just whether she likes it or not, not whether she should do it or not.

So, in front of the bustling house surrounded by neighbors, Old Lady Cen did not shy away from it. She stared at Cen Yan fiercely with her eyes as sharp as knives, and uttered harsh words one by one: "I just don't consider your second wife's child as my own. What can you do to me? Your father is a ghost! When he was born, he almost took my life! I didn't strangle him to death at that time, which is the most I can do!"

Such words, like icicles, pierce deeply into people's hearts.

Cen Dahai, who had just returned from the fields and had not yet entered the house, was immediately stabbed with a heart-wrenching pain!

He always knew.

Since he was a child, his mother has always looked at him with hatred.

Those were not the eyes a mother would use to look at her own son. Not only were they devoid of tenderness and love, but rather they were like the eyes of a ghost that had died with its eyes open, staring at the enemy who had killed her.

Mother has said more than once that he is a debt collector, and that she almost died during childbirth and almost couldn't conceive my third brother...

My mother even invited a fortune teller to come to our house to take a look.

The fortune teller said that there was someone in this family who was specifically trying to undo her.

Although the fortune teller did not directly name him, everyone in the family assumed it was him.

But Cen Dahai really didn’t understand.

It was really his fault that he was born with difficulty?

Is it really like what my mother had calculated, that he was born to be her nemesis?

If this is true, then he is willing to be enslaved by his mother, at least to repay the kindness of giving birth to him...

He really had known this all along.

But why, when he heard his mother say this with his own ears, his heart still ached?

"Mrs. Cen, what you said is wrong. No matter what Dahai said, he is working hard for you. Even if you are dissatisfied, how can there be real hatred between mother and son? How can you deliberately be mean to him and starve him?"

"That's right. Look at you. You say such harsh words to a child. What do you think the child will think?"

"Everyone sees how harshly you treat the Second House, but it's not your family's business, so no one cares. But I'm telling you, if you go too far, we'll have to ask the head of the village to come out and give you a good lesson! If someone dies, it won't just be your family that'll be in trouble!"

At this time, the villagers and neighbors could no longer bear it and stood up to speak for Cen Yan and blame Old Lady Cen.

But Old Mrs. Cen is a well-known fierce woman in the village.

As the saying goes, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

If anyone dared to say a word, she would glare at them or even hit them.

"Old Mrs. Liu, you are a hen that can't lay eggs. Do you think it's your turn to talk about my family's affairs? Get out! If you dare to say another word, I will slap you to death!" Old Mrs. Cen grabbed a woman in her forties or fifties, spitting all over the place and cursing in her face.

Old Mrs. Liu was the second wife of Old Man Liu from our neighboring family.

She had been married before, but was divorced by that family because she couldn't have children.

Later, Old Man Liu's wife died and his family needed a woman to serve them, so he married Old Lady Liu.

When Old Mrs. Liu got married again, she was already very old, and she was indeed infertile. She was often ridiculed behind her back as a hen that couldn't lay eggs.

But Mrs. Cen was the first one who dared to say this to her face.

Being hit in the sore spot, Old Lady Liu was also angry: "You bitch, you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth! You dare to talk nonsense, do you believe I will tear your mouth apart?"

"Then I'll tear your people apart first!"

The two old ladies started to fight with each other, cursing at each other.

Sometimes old Mrs. Liu was scratched on the face, and sometimes old Mrs. Cen lost a tuft of hair.

Finally, Old Lady Liu saw a wooden stick still on the ground, picked it up and was about to hit Old Lady Cen...

Old Lady Cen was unable to dodge, her foot twisted, and after a burst of excruciating pain, she fell to the ground crookedly, and it seemed that she was really going to be hit by the stick...

“Boom!”

"Ouch!" A painful groan was heard as the stick fell.

The pain that Old Mrs. Cen had imagined did not come.

She hugged her head and opened her eyes at this time, only to see that her second son Cen Dahai had come back at some point and blocked the attack for her.

With a clang, the wooden stick fell to the ground.

When Old Granny Liu saw that she had hit the wrong person, Cen Dahai, she was stunned and her grip loosened. Then she smiled innocently, "Dahai, I, I didn't mean it! I was just careless, you, you don't have to take it to heart! Oh, I remembered that I still have work to do at home, so I'm leaving first!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran, quickly entered her house and closed the door.

Cen Dahai naturally wouldn't bother with her.

After all, she was fighting with his mother just because she was speaking well of him.

"Mom, get up quickly." Cen Dahai squatted down and wanted to help Old Mrs. Cen up.

“Bang!”

Old Lady Cen slapped him fiercely in the face, knocking his face sideways. "You debt collector! If it weren't for the good daughter you gave birth to, would I have suffered this? I knew that giving birth to you would not bring any good things! I really owed you in my last life, that's why you tortured me like this in this life!"

Who is torturing whom?

The old lady is most afraid of falling. If that stick had really hit her, she would have at least broken a bone.

Cen Dahai took the hit for her, but not only was she not grateful at all, she raised her hand and slapped him without any reason... and even said such resentful words.

Cen Yan, who had been watching the fight between Old Lady Cen and Old Lady Liu, couldn't stand it anymore.

Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Cen Dahai kneeling on the ground with a thud.

"Mom, I know that you suffered when I gave birth to you, but mom, I am filial to you wholeheartedly and have never had any second thoughts. I can pretend that I didn't hear what you said today, but mom, please don't beat or scold my child anymore. You don't want to protect me, your son, but you, as a son, want to protect your own child." Cen Dahai poured out all the words that he had been holding in his heart for who knows how long.

Cen Yan watched from the side with mixed feelings.