Chapter 131 Stinky Cow Dung

The third child couldn't help but laugh.

Although his second uncle was tall and strong with a thick, black beard, he used to be very afraid of him.

My second uncle seems much more approachable than before. He speaks loudly, but he's always smiling.

Song Chunxue packed a lot of delicious food for Sanwa and watched Song Zhizhu take him to school.

The fourth son sat on the steps, brushed the dirt out of his cloth shoes, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Mother, don't worry, Third Brother isn't the kind of person who lets others bully him."

He yawned repeatedly. "If anyone bullies him again, I'll herd the sheep to the vicinity of the school, take my sheep shovel, and go find him. With my current dark and strong appearance, they'll definitely be wary of me."

Song Chunxue turned and went back into the house, unable to resist laughing at him, "I told you to put on your hat but you wouldn't, and you don't even wash your clothes that are so tanned anymore. Before, you always took several changes of clothes with you from school, do you have a girl you like?"

"No," the fourth brother put on his sun-dried shoes, "it's just that there's a shop on the street with a very pretty new bride, and I often went to see her with my classmates."

Does he actually have a girl he likes?

I had never heard him mention it before.

However, Song Chunxue suddenly thought of her past life. Back then, the fourth brother had already gone out to make his way in the world. In his room, she found a neatly written article hidden in a nice notebook.

When asked to identify it, Sanwa laughed and said it was written by the fourth brother to the girl.

She used to be alarmed by it, but now that she thinks about how he became rich through business and kept a mistress, she's not surprised at all.

But the fourth son didn't frequent brothels; instead, he lived a good life with his mistress.

For some unknown reason, the fourth son's wife was often irritable and would want to tear the house down whenever they argued. Later, she refused to associate with anyone and even developed a serious emotional disorder.

She wasn't entirely sure, but she knew that the fourth brother was also feeling uneasy.

"Fourth brother, if you ever meet a woman you want to marry in the future, you must tell me so I can meet her, okay?"

Even if you get married far away from home, I still want to see your wedding with my own eyes, okay?

The fourth son laughed, "Why would Mother say that? If Mother isn't there when I get married, wouldn't I be an unfilial son?"

He got up and went to the kitchen. "Don't worry, Mother. Even if I'm far away, I will bring my wife back and we'll get married at home."

Song Chunxue smiled slightly and said, "Alright."

At least what he said today resonated with her.

As for the future, she doesn't insist on it.

School.

Sanwa led his uncle to the reading room, walked to his desk, and saw donkey droppings and sheep droppings on his desk, with water poured on them.

The chair was covered in wet mud, making it impossible for anyone to sit on it.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Song Zhizhu flew into a rage.

"Who was this despicable person who did this?"

"Which bastard is it? Step forward."

“This is a school, not your home. The teacher teaches you knowledge, not to show off the dirty tricks you use at home.”

"Whoever did it, step forward, or we'll call your teacher."

Song Zhizhu pointed to the table, but then saw that Sanwa had found a broom from somewhere and was preparing to sweep it into the bucket.

"Don't move!"

Song Zhizhu was furious and raised his voice so loudly that everyone was stunned.

Those who usually bullied Sanwa remained silent, lowering their heads and pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Sanwa calmly glanced at the people who had been causing him trouble these past few days.

"Leave it here, and don't let anyone clean it." Song Zhizhu said to Sanwa, "You stay here and watch over it, don't let anyone clean it up. I'm going to find your teacher and see how they treat you."

Sanwa nodded. "Our teacher is in the big house on the right-hand side up ahead. His surname is Jiang."

Song Zhizhu coldly swept his gaze over everyone. "Fine, you wait and see, we'll settle this score."

Sanwa stood in front of his table with a cloth bag on his back. His seat was very close to the teacher, in the second row.

Initially, he was in the last row.

"Oh, at your age, you still know how to bring people to back you up. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at? You're such a coward, a worthless bastard born of a mother but raised without one."

A boy around fourteen years old, sitting in the last row, spoke up, looking at Sanwa Jiang Yexun with disdain.

A man with prominent teeth chimed in, "Yeah, who's that man to you? Is he some kind of stepfather your mother found for you? Hahaha..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yexun had already walked up to them and hit them in the face with the corner of a book.

To avoid causing injury, Sanwa used a book as a cushion and punched him on the head repeatedly.

"You damn cow dung, watch your mouth! That's my uncle!"

Their cousins' surname is Niu, and they call Sanwa "Stinky Sanwa." In return, Sanwa calls them "Stinky Cow Dung."

"You brat, you dare hit me? Big brother, kill him!"

Hearing footsteps outside, Sanwa reduced the force in his hands, stopped swinging his fists, and instead pinched their thighs hard with both hands.

"Ouch... Let go of me!"

"Damn it, let go of me, or I'll smash you to death with this hammer!"

Song Zhizhu followed behind Master Jiang. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two boys pinning Sanwa to the ground and beating him.

"Damn it!"

Song Zhizhu pushed Jiang Yao aside and rushed forward, shouting, "Sanwa!"

"Niu Zhongfei and Niu Zhongyun, what are you doing? Let them go right now!"

Upon hearing the teacher's voice, the two Niu brothers released Jiang Yexun, lowered their heads, and gasped for breath, clutching their thighs that were being pinched so hard.

"You bastard, you hit my nephew!"

Song Zhizhu rushed up and kicked the two of them to the ground, then punched them twice on the head.

"Hey, hey, stop hitting them!" Jiang Yao rushed forward to stop them. "They've already let go. You're the elder, don't hit them."

"What utter nonsense! The two of them beat up my nephew, and there are at least seven or eight of them ganging up on Sanwa all the time. You, as his teacher, are so biased, turning a blind eye because you know he has no one to back him up?"

Song Zhizhu pointed at Jiang Yao and cursed, "You call yourself a teacher? What a load of rubbish! You're a cowardly bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong. Don't you treat my nephew like a human being?"

Sanwa quickly explained, "Uncle, you've misunderstood. The teacher is very good to me; he just doesn't know it."

Jiang Yao, looking embarrassed after being scolded, glared coldly at the Niu brothers.

"Niu Zhongfei, Niu Zhongyun, what's going on with you two? Did you put those things on Jiang Yexun's table?"

Niu Zhongfei rubbed his swollen thigh, his eyes welling up with tears from the pain.

"It wasn't just the two of us."

Jiang Yao looked at the others and said, "Did they put it there? If you don't tell the truth, you're all going to go home and farm today."

"Master, it was those two who put it there. They even stuffed donkey dung under Jiang Yexun's table and soaked it with water, making it smell terrible."

“They put less in yesterday, but they crumbled it up and put it in Jiang Yexun’s book.”

"That's right, Master. Those two stinking cow dung are just jealous of Jiang Yexun's diligent study and the praise he received from you. They're not convinced."

The few children who started school early looked to be eleven or twelve years old, and were often bullied by the Niu brothers.

"Stinky cow dung?" Jiang Yao looked at the Niu brothers. "How can you call your classmates like that? It's outrageous."