Chapter 113 You Just Wait

Old Man Cheng, holding a torch, ran to the haystack and made some threats.

Behind him followed the eldest son of the Cheng family, and his three daughters-in-law.

Song Chunxue knew that he was desperate and resorting to such measures.

If his three sons hadn't failed to get away with it, he would probably be shaking his legs with joy on his kang (heated brick bed) right now.

The haystacks are the easiest to set on fire. If they are set ablaze, the entire Jiang family will be reduced to ashes tonight.

But Old Man Cheng dared not actually set fire, otherwise the feud between the Cheng family and the Jiang family would continue endlessly, resulting in mutual destruction.

People driven to the brink are capable of anything.

Unless Old Man Cheng isn't afraid of being burned to ashes.

Therefore, when Sanwa and the others started beating people up, Song Chunxue did not stop them immediately.

Only when the Cheng family sees their son, who once ran rampant in the village, being beaten until he begs for mercy, will the Cheng family show some restraint.

"Song Chunxue, stop right now!" Old Man Cheng roared anxiously, veins bulging on his neck.

"That's enough, stop." Everyone gradually stopped.

The three Cheng brothers scrambled and stumbled as they ran toward their elderly father.

Song Chunxue held the stick, one hand on her hip, looking at Old Man Cheng with a half-smile.

"The old hag is here." She said sneer. "You sent your three sons to cause trouble? Don't you underestimate me? Do you still think I'm Song Chunxue, whom you could slander and insult back then?"

"If you don't get your claws off me, and a spark falls into my woodpile, I'll tear you to pieces tonight, even if it kills me!"

Old Man Cheng was so angry that he trembled, but he had no choice but to move the torch away with trembling hands.

Looking at his three sons, whose faces were bruised and swollen, he was so angry that he lost his balance and was supported by his eldest son, Cheng Guapi, from behind.

He squinted at Song Chunxue and lowered his voice, "Father, don't be angry. There's no need to take these scum seriously. They're like madmen, they even dare to carry cleavers and kitchen knives. Desperados are not to be trifled with."

"Let's go home first; a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle."

He glared at his three younger brothers, "You three fight without even bringing a big weapon, and then you come here to get beaten up. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out!"

Old Man Cheng gasped for breath, clutching his chest, feeling like he was about to die of anger.

Song Chunxue stood still, with Sanwa holding a sheep shovel in front of her.

The fourth brother touched his bleeding nose, spat out two mouthfuls of bloody foam, and his upper lip seemed to be broken.

"Get out of here right now, and stay far away from my house!"

The fourth son shouted angrily, "Instead of going back to get the grain they owe us, they still have the nerve to come and cause trouble! Your whole family are just greedy bastards!"

"Damn it..." The fourth brother clenched his fists and turned around in anger.

"Isn't that embarrassing enough!" Old Man Cheng slapped him on the forehead in anger. "Go home and go to sleep."

Under the angry gazes of the Jiang family mother and son, the entire Cheng family, despite their thousandfold resentment, dared not fight any further.

Because they understood that the Jiang family was truly fearless, and that the kitchen knife and longsword were no joke.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. They still have high-ranking officials in Longxi County; it's not too late to deal with these eyesores later.

Cheng Laowu pointed at them and gritted his teeth, saying, "Sanwa, just you wait, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Sanwa didn't speak, but looked at him with disdain.

This infuriated Cheng Laowu.

"Shut up!" Old Man Cheng clutched his chest and coughed again, panting heavily.

As Song Chunxue watched the Cheng family leave, she felt as if all her strength had been drained, and collapsed to the ground.

Does this count as a victory?

I didn't fight much in my past life, but I seem to have been in quite a few fights lately, and they feel great all over.

She lay on the ground, the pleasure in her heart almost overflowing from her throat.

That was so damn satisfying.

It feels so good to be the bad guy.

People should live this way, unrestrained and defiant.

When two tigers fight, if you're not afraid of death, the one who is is the other.

After a lifetime of hiding like a turtle, she finally became a wolf that bites.

Sanwa also lost his spirit and sat down heavily on the ground, his hands trembling violently.

I used too much force just now, and the back of my hand is scraped and stained with that bastard Cheng's blood.

He reached out and touched the ground with both hands, then grabbed a handful of fine yellow soil and sprinkled it on the wound.

The soft, fluffy loess soil can be used to patch up any broken spots; it works better than any magic pill.

The fourth brother also followed Song Chunxue's example, lying on the ground and looking at the bright stars in the sky. Suddenly, he chuckled.

"Hahaha, that's so satisfying! The Cheng brothers used to be so great, but they've really lost face this time. From now on, when I see their kids, I'll humiliate them just like their father did!"

The eldest and second eldest sons of the Cheng family are about the same age as Song Chunxue, while the others are much older. Cheng Laoliu's child is only two years old this year.

But they acted like shameless elders in front of the Jiang brothers, making fun of their deceased father and widowed mother as soon as they opened their mouths.

"Hey, where's the eldest?" The fourth brother turned his head towards the direction of the thatched kiln and shouted, "Eldest brother, where did you get this sword? When did you buy it?"

"Boss, you've kept this well hidden. I've never even seen your sword before. Why don't you show it to us?"

He chuckled and exclaimed, "Tonight I feel like our Jiang family isn't so bad after all. We're a big family too, and we're not afraid of the Cheng brothers even though they have a lot of brothers!"

"When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal. So that's the truth." The fourth brother sat up and patted the dirt off his back. "Mother, it's all thanks to you for setting a good example."

Song Chunxue patted the dirt off her face and walked into the yard. "I haven't washed the pot yet. You guys hurry up and get ready for bed. We still need to dig potatoes tomorrow."

The fourth brother was somewhat disappointed.

"Mom, let's talk. I'll wash the dishes." He ran behind Song Chunxue and put his hands on her thin shoulders. "I haven't praised you yet, Mom. You're so cool when you hit people. You're my role model."

Sanwa laughed from behind, and after entering the courtyard, he turned around to close the gate.

The candlelight from the thatched kiln peeked out, casting a shadow on the curtain. The eldest brother stood there quietly, still holding the sword in his hand.

The smile vanished from Sanwa's face. He placed his hands on the door panel and quietly watched the figure.

The candlelight flickered, and so did the shadows of the people.

The baby isn't crying right now; I guess he's nursing.

He actually really wanted to go in and tease his eldest nephew.

"Third Brother, what are you doing standing there looking at the stars?" the fourth brother called out impatiently. "Come in quickly, let me put some medicine on you so you won't be laughed at by the teacher at school tomorrow."

"They're here." Sanwa closed the courtyard gate, shutting the figure outside as well.

Hearing the sound of Sanwa running to the north room, Jiang Yeming, who was standing inside the thatched kiln, gently placed the sword in his hand on the stove beside him.

He slowly bolted the door, and fearing it might be unsafe, he braced it with a thick apricot wood stick.

Since discovering the talisman behind the door, Chen Feng has never scolded him again, and he no longer needs to consider Chen Feng's opinion when doing anything.

Just like before, if he closed the door slowly and listlessly like this, Chen Feng would definitely scold him.

But not now. He no longer needs eyes behind him, and he no longer has to grit his teeth and wait for women's scolding.

When he came back from outside every day, he didn't need to think about what to eat for lunch, as Chen Feng had already prepared it and placed it on the stove.

All he needs to do is hoist two buckets of water up from the water cellar.

But he was holding back a lot of anger.

How can he go to Chen Feng's house and demand an explanation regarding this woman and the talisman?