Chapter 175 Let Me Be a Widow

Zhao Qian was the fourth child in his family. His mother lived in the eldest son's house, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was the most filial son.

He would send the best things in the house, little by little, to his eldest son's family, saying it was to show his respect for his mother.

However, his mother didn't like Zhao Qian at all, thinking he had a bad temper and was glib-tongued.

But she never refuses the nice things her son sends her.

Even so, Zhao Qian remained as filial to his mother as ever, just to hear her praise him a couple of times.

But at home, no one can mention Zhao Qian's older brother and mother, otherwise he will bite people like a mad dog.

Upon hearing that Song Chunmei was actually asking him to have dinner at his older brother's house, he was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped her.

"Are you suggesting I go to my older brother and sister-in-law's house and have to put up with their attitude? I can't even be as filial to my mother as my older brother is, and now you're making me..."

The next moment, he received a heavy punch to the nose and staggered back two steps.

"Zhao Qian, you beast, how dare you hit me!"

Song Chunmei clenched her fist and punched him hard in the face.

"This is my parents' home, do you think you're at home? You old beast, dressed like a gray rat, how could I have married such a filthy thing? You're such a disgrace!"

"Song Chunmei, try hitting me again!" Zhao Qian covered his nose, looking at the blood on his palm and roared angrily, "Do you really think I can't beat you?"

"Come on, come on then!"

As she spoke, Song Chunmei charged at him with all her might.

Caught off guard, Zhao Qian's head hit the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and he cried out in pain, clutching the back of his head.

"Song Chunmei, you filthy woman... Aaaaah!"

Song Chunmei took off her shoe and slapped him hard on the forehead. "Shut up! Shut up! You're afraid of me on my turf? Do you expect anyone to help you?"

"Clap clap clap!"

"You damned rat, you act like a grandson in your Zhao family, and when you get angry you hit me, and you even want everyone to hear that you can hit people, huh!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Song Chunmei, holding the thick sole of her shoe, straddled Zhao Qian and whipped him.

"For over twenty years, if I hadn't been tainted with bad luck, would I have married you and been treated like a slave? Do you really think you, Zhao Qian, are so capable? Huh?"

As she spoke, she took off her other hand and slapped him with both hands at the same time.

"Help! Help, Second Brother!"

Zhao Qian covered his head, unable to get up as Song Chunmei straddled him, and could only cry for help.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Song Chunmei was still not satisfied. She stood up and stepped on his ribs. "If you had shown me any mercy back then, I wouldn't hate you so much."

"You still want my second brother to save you? You've pulled my hair, stepped on my fingers, and kicked my head. Today you've delivered yourself to my door for revenge."

As she spoke, Song Chunxue, panting, grabbed his hair and slapped his face with the sole of her shoe.

Song Chunxue pulled Cuicui out of the house. "Don't feel sorry for your father. He deserves it. Let's go. Let your mother beat him to her heart's content. Otherwise, she might really not want to go back to the Zhao family."

Cui Cui wiped away her tears and sobbed, "I don't feel sorry for Zhao Qian, he deserves it."

Song Zhizhu came into the yard and said to Alai, "Come on, let's go check on your livestock."

"But won't my third aunt's husband be beaten to death?"

Song Zhizhu laughed and said, "Your third aunt will definitely be reluctant to let him go. It was your third aunt who was beaten before. Now let him vent his anger."

Alai nodded. "Then I'll go gather grass. My fifth aunt's donkey might have eaten it. He even bullied my donkey."

Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. "Go and see, does my donkey have such abilities?"

Upon arriving at the entrance of the donkey pen, the three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw the donkeys piled up together.

Song Zhizhu turned around first, pulling Alai outside, "Let's go see how your New Year's pig is growing, whether it's fat or not. By the way, how many chickens did you raise this year? Is it enough to eat? If not, I'll bring a few over."

Alai asked curiously, "Why isn't Second Uncle watching? The donkeys are fighting, why isn't Second Uncle stopping them?"

Song Chunxue stood at the entrance of the donkey pen, feeling both embarrassed and amused.

She heard her second brother say, "There was no fight. The donkey was just playing around. It doesn't count as a fight."

“Oh,” Alai said seriously, “I used to play around like that when I was herding sheep. I was afraid the sheep would get beaten to death, so I separated them.”

“…” Song Zhizhu and Song Chunxue both fell silent.

No wonder, no wonder Fourth Sister said before that her family had five sheep three years ago. Logically speaking, they should have had a whole flock by now, but the ewes haven't given birth to any lambs in recent years.

So, Ah Lai stopped it from happening?

Song Zhizhu led Alai aside and said, "Then you must never separate from us again, otherwise if there are no lambs, your mother will sell the sheep in the family, and you will have no sheep to herd."

"Oh, okay then." Alai nodded seriously. "Then I won't bother next time."

Zhao Qian's wails gradually subsided, and then they returned to the courtyard.

Song Chunmei wiped her nose and came out of the north room.

She threw the two shoes on the ground and bent down to put them on.

"Have you had enough?" Song Zhizhu laughed. "You've vented your anger now. Don't hold back when you go home in the future, and don't spoil your child anymore."

"Not yet. I haven't gotten over my anger yet, and he just passed out. What a useless piece of trash." With that, she got up and went to the kitchen. "I'm going to get some water to wash my hands. His nosebleed got all over my hands. It's so dirty."

"..."

The Song siblings remained silent.

Cui Cui rushed into the house, knelt on the ground, and cried, "Father, Father, are you not dead?"

Song Chunlian hurriedly went to the kitchen, "Third sister, let me fetch you some water. Quickly check on Zhao Qian, lest you beat him to death."

She said with lingering fear, "My sister and I are both widows now. No matter how bad Zhao Qian is, it's better for him to be alive than dead. The Zhao family will not let you go."

"Don't worry, he won't die. He'll just be knocked out because I hit him on the head too hard. I'm experienced."

"..." The crowd fell silent again.

For a moment, they didn't know how to comfort her.

Song Chunmei washed her hands with a normal expression, then carried the basin to Cuicui and said, "Get out of the way."

"Mother, what will I do if my father dies? He is my father, I can't live without him."

Song Chunmei yanked her away and splashed the water from the basin onto Zhao Qian.

"ah!"

The water was freezing cold in October, and Zhao Qian woke up with a start.

He propped himself up on the ground, wiped the water off his face, and then burst into tears.

"Song Chunmei, you're a complete shrew! What good would it do you to beat me to death?"

“There are many advantages. I am a widow and I am in charge of the household. If my son is disobedient, I will beat him to death. My daughters can also come back to their parents’ home.”

"..." Song Chunxue couldn't help but look at her fourth sister and said in a low voice, "Is Senior Brother's talisman really that mysterious? Third Sister is like she's been reincarnated. Not only is her mind clear, but she's also as brave as if she's been inflated."

"Hmm, it seems the Taoist priest is quite skilled. You should study hard in the future and live up to his title of junior brother. Don't bring shame to our Song family." Song Chunlian said earnestly, "The Taoist priest is truly a benefactor to our Song family. When he comes next time, I will definitely kill two chickens."

"Whatever you do, don't cultivate with him. A junior brother is much more reliable than a cultivation partner. Junior brothers are for life, while cultivation partners will part ways halfway through." Saying this, Song Chunlian patted her shoulder, "Got it?"

"..." Song Chunxue opened her mouth, but couldn't refute it. She felt a lump in her throat, unable to swallow or choke, which was really uncomfortable.