Chapter 100 Your mother is in a bad mood

The sheep returned to their pen, and the fourth brother came back from outside, only to hear the eldest brother and his wife arguing again.

Smelling the aroma of chicken in the air, he entered the yard, closed the gate, and couldn't wait to go to the kitchen.

"Mom, we're having meat tonight, and Chen Feng is so hungry she's cursing. She's yelling for the eldest to kill a chicken, and he's just squatting by the door, looking so pitiful."

As he spoke, the fourth brother couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Hahaha, he deserves it. He mistook a tigress for a treasure, and now he's getting his comeuppance."

Song Chunxue glanced at him casually, without getting angry.

"You're just gloating. Who knows what kind of wife you'll end up with? Stop saying things like that."

The fourth son immediately stopped smiling and became serious. "Mother is right. Will you share some meat with the eldest son later?"

"I won't give them meat!" Song Chunxue said firmly. "I'd rather give them meat than get a kind word in return. I'm just wasting my time."

The fourth child looked at the third child and said, "Yes, Mother did the right thing. It's just one chicken; it's not like we can't finish it."

The chicken was served, and everyone ate with great relish. Xiujuan sat in He Chuan's lap, happily munching on the chicken neck and swinging her legs.

But then Chen Feng's shouts and curses came from outside the courtyard.

Song Chunxue said calmly, "You guys eat your food, don't worry about it. I'll go outside and take a look after I'm done eating."

Not long after, the door of the thatched kiln was pounded loudly, and it must have been Jiang Yeming who came out of the house.

A large plate of meat was quickly divided up by everyone.

"Hongying, go down to the kitchen. You guys eat first. I'll go check on things." Song Chunxue wiped her hands, her heart pounding with excitement.

In the past, when she encountered such things, she would only feel upset and angry to the point of not being able to eat.

Now she is not only unaffected by them, but also has her own plans, and she is in a much better mood.

She even somewhat hoped that Chen Feng would lose his temper and hand over his weakness to her.

"Mother, I'll go with you." Sanwa was a little worried, so he got up and followed behind.

"Alright, I'll need your help later." The piglet is all grown up now, and she can't move into her pen by herself.

At Jiang Hongying's urging, the others ate while listening to what was happening.

Upon opening the courtyard gate, Jiang Yeming sat alone on the cellar platform, lost in thought.

"What are you doing sitting there? Get down!"

Song Chunxue's voice was deep, "It's just a fight, are you really going to take it so seriously?"

When people in the village have a moment of despair, they either hang themselves or jump into a cellar. Last time, Li Tang's wife died in the same way, and seeing this scene made her very angry.

Jiang Yeming quickly stood up and explained in a low voice, "I wasn't thinking anything of doing anything, I just came out for some fresh air."

Song Chunxue arrived at the entrance of the thatched kiln, lifted the curtain, and looked directly at Chen Feng, who was holding a child on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Chen Feng, not to be outdone, stared at her with a swollen, pig-like face and a stiff neck.

Song Chunxue lowered the curtain expressionlessly. "You two argued because I killed a chicken and didn't share it with you?"

She stood at the door, turned to ask Jiang Yeming, and deliberately said it for Chen Feng to hear.

"Yes, she asked me to kill a chicken, but I couldn't manage it and kept messing around, so she broke things again." Jiang Yeming couldn't help but complain, "Last time she broke all the bowls, and I've been using a ladle to eat lately, so she asked me to go buy bowls..."

Did I ask those questions?

Song Chunxue interrupted him calmly, "It all started because I killed the chicken, and it happened in front of our relatives. It's getting more and more heated. Eldest son, your mother is really upset. I'm going to be kept awake by the two of you tonight."

Jiang Yeming lowered his head and remained silent.

"You remember what I said last time, right? I said that was the last time. It's so late, I can't just send you to the new house to stay, since you're still in your postpartum period and the house is still damp."

Song Chunxue said slowly and deliberately, "I've thought about it carefully. We only have two pigs at home, which I bought with my own money and raised myself for five or six months. Now that you're being so ungrateful, I'm taking them back. You don't have any objections, do you?"

She was waiting for Chen Feng's reaction.

Sure enough, the next moment Chen Feng roared, "Why should I take back what I separated? I fed it with great care for three months, and you just take it back like that, you old hag..."

"Shut up if you don't want to end up sleeping in a ditch or a brick kiln tonight!"

Jiang Yeming lifted the curtain and roared, "You've been feeding her for three months, and everything we've given her belongs to my mother. If you don't want to starve, apologize to her right now."

Apologize?

Song Chunxue crossed her arms and looked at her boss with surprise.

"No need for apologies. It's insincere and just makes people feel uncomfortable," Song Chunxue lifted the curtain to look at Chen Feng. "I'm an old woman. What about you?"

"You ugly and disgusting old hag, I don't know what my eldest son saw in you. He's been completely infatuated with you since we got married. Which young woman in this village isn't prettier than you?"

"Go ahead and curse me all you want, I'll wait until the boss opens his eyes."

Although she knew it was impossible, the eldest brother had always been completely controlled by Chen Feng in his previous life.

"You old widow, you shameless woman, you slut who flirts with everyone..."

Sanwa was so angry that he was about to rush into the thatched kiln to beat people up, but Jiang Yeming stopped him.

"Old sow" is a term used to describe an old sow that has just given birth to piglets; she is unattractive and her meat is not tasty. Chen Feng was so angry that she spoke without restraint.

Song Chunxue looked coldly at Jiang Yeming, "Your wife insulted me, so you can decide what to do. Do you want to get out of this house tonight, or return my things to me? You choose one."

Sanwa shoved Jiang Yeming away, "Get out of my way! She insulted my mother! If I don't teach her a lesson today, I'm not Jiang!"

As he spoke, Sanwa picked up the broom from the ground and walked towards the head of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Sanwa, what are you doing? If you have the guts, hit me! What kind of skill is it to bully a woman who just gave birth... Ah!"

Sanwa grabbed her arm, about to slap her mouth with a broom, when the child on the kang suddenly cried.

He snapped back to reality, remembering the books of sages he had recently read.

He pointed at Chen Feng and said, "I'll let you off the hook for now since you're still in postpartum confinement, but if you spew such filth again, I won't let you off easily!"

"I'll remember this grudge for the rest of my life. Next time, I'll tear your mouth off!"

Jiang Yeming walked into the house and took the crying child into his arms.

He was caught in a dilemma, unable to express his grievances. He couldn't very well be kicked out of the thatched cave tonight and have to sleep in a dark, brick cave without any doors or windows.

The son is his own, and the wife is his own. Even if he divorces his wife, he will remarry in the future. He doesn't want his eldest son to be troubled by his stepmother.

Moreover, with such a strong-willed father as Chen Guangcai, it would be extremely difficult for Chen Feng to divorce his wife.

"Sanwa, come out."

Seeing Chen Feng hiding in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), crying and cursing, Song Chunxue felt it was pointless.

Chen Feng is such a scoundrel. If you teach her a lesson, she'll curse you for the rest of her life. This method won't teach her a lesson.

"Mother, she insults you, can you tolerate it?"

"Come out, of course I can't stand it, but if you hit her, she'll curse us both every day from now on, which is pointless."

Song Chunxue looked at Jiang Yeming and said, "You're just wasting your time with these freebies. I'm not going to argue with you like a shrew. Tonight, I'm taking both the chicken and the pig."

As she spoke, she raised her voice, "Sanwa, come out and take the pigs and chickens. If you dare to cause trouble and curse again next time, leave all the food and things in this house behind, and don't take a single grain of rice with you!"