Chapter 260 It is impolite not to reciprocate.

Li Dazui chuckled, "Didn't you figure it out?"

Song Chunxue opened the courtyard gate. It had only been a little over a month since anyone had lived there, yet green grass sprouted in the yard, and dandelions had already emerged from the cracks under the steps.

A house lacking human presence looks dim and gloomy.

The fourth brother took the donkey off and led it to the donkey pen to feed it hay, while Song Chunxue took a large broom and swept the yard.

Upon closer inspection, there were signs that more than one person had climbed over the wall, and the clods of earth that had been trampled were yellow.

"I wonder who came to climb over my yard wall. Do you think I'd leave my treasures for them to steal?"

Li Dazui sat on the platform and said, "Who knows? That's just how people are in our village. There are always one or two who like to steal chickens and dogs. A few days ago, your eldest son found out and even went around the village cursing him out. After that, it should have decreased."

Song Chunxue first went to the kitchen to boil some water, then took out a guokui (a type of flatbread) to eat in the yard, and handed one to Li Dazui.

“You’re carrying a guokui (a type of flatbread) when you go out now. I remember when you used to work in the fields, you carried a black-faced old man (a type of mask).”

Black flour is the darkest kind of wheat flour, and it doesn't taste as good as whole grains. Families with few children would use it to feed chickens, or at the very least, mix it with whole grains.

She couldn't bear to feed the chickens, so she made buckwheat and rice flour buns for the children, while she ate dark flour buns herself.

She had experienced hunger and ate tree bark when she was a child, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with the dark-faced old man.

The black flour is at least flour, not wheat bran.

During famine years, even wheat bran was scarce.

"Oh, by the way, the straw in your field was stolen. Judging from the marks, it was taken by the Cheng brothers. Your eldest son went to argue with them and got beaten up."

Li Dazui couldn't just eat someone else's delicious guokui for free.

"Moreover, according to the eldest brother, there were a few old shovels and hoes for digging potatoes in your yard, which Cheng Laowu took away."

"The Cheng brothers are all domineering, but only the fifth brother Cheng likes to use your things and take advantage of others. I'm telling you this, but don't say I told you."

Song Chunxue picked up the crumbs that had fallen on her leg and put them in her mouth. "Hmm, I can't say, but I recognize the things in my house."

"Did the eldest brother go and ask for it?" She remembered that the eldest brother was always a bully at home and never dared to challenge the Cheng brothers.

“He was punched by Cheng Laowu. I had just finished planting sesame and returned home when I saw Lao Si and his wife beating up Lao Da.”

Song Chunxue nodded; she was going to Cheng Laowu's house later.

No matter how badly she was born, it's not anyone else's place to lecture her.

Besides, it was clearly Cheng Laowu who was in the wrong first.

"Is Mother going to confront them?" The fourth son chewed on a flatbread, then pulled out a few crisp radishes from somewhere and handed them to Song Chunxue. "I want to go too."

Li Dazui asked, "Where did these crisp radishes come from so early in the morning?"

"I bought these on the way here. I heard that some people grow vegetables in their dilapidated houses. They plant them in the twelfth lunar month, cover them with straw mats at night, and they can eat them in the second lunar month. I didn't expect it to be true. They cost two coins each."

Song Chunxue couldn't help but look at the fourth brother. This radish, as thick as a child's arm, cost two coins each.

"Things are valued for their rarity." The fourth son knew his mother would scold him for wasting money. "Mom, try it. It's not spicy and goes well with rice."

Song Chunxue folded half of the folded ...

"Hey!" The fourth brother followed happily, then turned to Li Dazui and said, "My mother is really strong now, she definitely won't suffer any losses, listen carefully later."

Once outside the courtyard, Song Chunxue pushed open the door of the thatched kiln and saw that the iron fork used for picking grass was indeed gone.

Cheng Laowu's family used to take things back frequently because they were reluctant to buy new ones and always preferred to borrow from others.

She specifically left it for herself to use when she came back to pick grass, because no one but Cheng Laowu's family would take such a thing.

Soon, they arrived at the courtyard of Cheng Laowu's house.

Song Chunxue didn't rush to knock on the door, but went straight into their thatched shed and sure enough, she saw her family's old shovel, and even the half-worn willow basket was inside.

"Fourth brother, bring out our things, I'll go knock on the door."

The fourth brother, carrying the things, cursed, "How shameless! Our eldest brother didn't take anything from our house, so why should he?"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Cheng family was having dinner. They knew that Song Chunxue and her son had returned, but they never expected that they would come knocking on their door because of a few broken items.

Who is it?

The person inside shouted impatiently, "There's no bolt, just come in."

Song Chunxue kicked the door open.

"Oh." Cheng Laowu came out carrying a bowl, and grinned when he saw Song Chunxue. "What a rare guest! What brings you to my house?"

How did my things end up in your thatched hut?

Song Chunxue was too lazy to waste words with him. "I heard that my eldest son argued with you, and you two even hit him?"

Cheng Laowu's smile vanished. "When did my things become yours? And why is your name on them?"

He placed the bowl on the table and walked over to Song Chunxue with a pigeon-toed gait.

"You, Song Chunxue, are the first person to dare kick down our front door. You've only been in the city for a few days, do you think you know your place?"

As he spoke, he suddenly gathered his strength and kicked Song Chunxue.

"Bang!"

Before he could even lift his foot, Song Chunxue punched him in the face, and the next moment, blood started flowing from his nose.

"You fucking defy the heavens! Believe me or not, I'll kill you, you arrogant, ignorant widow!"

Cheng Laowu was furious. He wiped the blood from his nose and stretched out his hands, intending to lift Song Chunxue up.

Relying on his tall and strong physique, he thought he could lift the slender Song Chunxue up.

Song Chunxue took a step back and watched Cheng Laowu step out of the threshold.

The fourth brother grinned, thinking that the fifth brother Cheng was sure to fall hard later.

"Aww..."

Song Chunxue delivered a sweeping kick to Cheng Laowu's stomach, causing him to cry out and fall onto the threshold before collapsing backward.

He had just finished eating a bowl of rice when he was kicked so hard that he felt like the rice he had eaten had been kicked up to his throat.

"Song Chunxue!" he cursed from the ground, "Do you fucking want to die?"

"Your great-aunt is here, and she'll be living a better life than you. I advise you to stop climbing over our wall in the future, or I'll break your legs today!"

Cheng Laowu sat on the ground, turned to his wife who was standing at the door of the north room, and shouted, "Go to the kitchen and get a knife. I'm going to kill her today!"

His wife, who was petite, hesitated for a moment before running straight to the kitchen, grabbing a cleaver, and handing it to Cheng Laowu.

Song Chunxue slowly drew her short knife from her waist. "Come on, let's see who's faster."

Ever since she had dealt with someone like Mei Yang, Cheng Laowu was nothing in her eyes. If she didn't teach him a lesson, she was afraid that her roof would be ripped off when he came back next time.

Cheng Laowu gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Mother, be careful!"

When the fourth brother saw Cheng Laowu's expression, he couldn't help but shout.

"Bang!"

The next moment, Cheng Laowu threw his kitchen knife directly at Song Chunxue, who caught it with her short knife.

The two knives collided, and the kitchen knife broke and lay on the ground.

Song Chunxue curled her lips and said in a deep voice, "It's only polite to reciprocate. It's my turn."

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the dagger straight out of her hand.

"Big brother, fourth brother, help me!"