"You're back?" Xu Yan turned around when he heard the noise.

Before she could even see Xie Zhuo clearly, he pulled her close and kissed her on the corner of her lips.

“Yes, I’m back,” Xie Zhuo said.

After saying that, without waiting for Xu Yan to say anything more, he washed his hands and started chopping the vegetables from Xu Yan's hands. "The matter is settled, except for that box of large yellow croakers..."

“It’s alright,” Xu Yan said, sitting in front of the stove and stuffing in some kindling. “We wouldn’t be able to spend it anyway, and we’d be living in constant fear.”

“Yes,” Xie Zhuo said, continuing what he was doing, “It’s this Mr. Zhang…”

Xie Zhuo was only halfway through his sentence when he heard Kaixin call out from the yard, and then Da Bao and Xiao Bao ran in from outside.

Seeing Xie Zhuo and Xu Yan in the kitchen, she greeted them as Third Uncle and Third Aunt, and then began talking non-stop about what had happened when she went out.

Xu Yan listened for a long time before he finally understood that the two of them had gone with Xiao Shuanzi to watch the excitement.

“There’s a fight at the Captain’s grandpa’s house,” Da Bao said. “It’s a really big fight. That auntie threw the Captain’s grandpa’s things outside.”

"What aunt?" Xu Yan was completely confused and looked up at Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo didn't understand either.

"That's right," Da Bao tried to explain, but he hadn't stood too close to watch the excitement. He and Xiao Shuanzi had only watched from a distance, so he couldn't really explain it clearly.

"It was Grandpa Song's aunt who threw Grandpa Song's things outside and even had a kitchen knife," Xiao Bao added from the side. "So Aunt Li let us come back."

"A kitchen knife?" Xu Yan frowned.

Why did they have to resort to knives?

Xie Zhuo was about to cook when he heard Xiao Bao's words. He wiped his hands and said to Xu Yan, "I'll go back and take a look."

“Okay,” Xu Yan nodded.

She has been in this world for almost half a year, and has learned a lot about the people and things in Qingshan Brigade. Mainly because of Li Aihua, Xu Yan has heard a lot of things from her.

For example, Song Guangming's third daughter-in-law is a city girl.

She's good-looking, but has a bad temper.

The reason she was able to take a liking to Song Guangming's third son was because he had a job in the city. The two fell in love freely and got married after they liked each other.

Originally, the third daughter-in-law did not want to live in the countryside and wanted Song Guangming's third son to live with her in the factory dormitory. However, because she was pregnant and had no one to take care of her, she had no choice but to come back to live there.

Since ancient times, conflicts have always arisen when mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law live together.

I lived there for more than half a year, and there were five or six major and minor disturbances at home.

But no matter how much they argued or made a scene, it was never this bad; there was even blood!

When Xie Zhuo arrived at Song Guangming's house, a crowd had already gathered outside, and several elderly uncles and aunts were trying to persuade him in the courtyard.

Yan Yuhong gripped Zhang Guiying's neck tightly with one hand, holding a kitchen knife in the other. Her hair was a mess, like a chicken coop, and her eyes were bloodshot as she stared ahead.

Looking at Zhang Guiying again, it was clear that she was having difficulty breathing, and the color of her face had changed.

Song Guangming was both anxious and angry, his finger trembling as he pointed at Yan Yuhong, "Can't you speak properly? Huh? Let go of your mother-in-law right now."

"Ha, talk nicely?" Yan Yuhong turned her gaze to him. "When I talk nicely to you, is that the attitude you have towards me?"

Song Guangming's face turned ashen with anger.

People around were also trying to persuade him, and some had even gone into the city to look for Song Guangming's third son, Song Zufeng.

"Why bother looking for him?" Song Guangming glared. "Just go to the police station and call the police. This is outrageous!"

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhuo quickly pulled Song Guangming aside, saying, "Uncle, please stop talking."

As more and more people gathered, Yan Yuhong's expression changed. She first let out a slightly manic laugh, and then said coldly, "Since everyone is here today, let's settle our accounts properly."

“If you’re going to say something, just say it,” one of the older women said, “Could you loosen your grip a little? What are you trying to do?”

"Ha, what am I supposed to do?" Yan Yuhong looked at her. "Why don't you ask her what she's going to do?"

"You only saw this tiny cut on her neck and thought I went too far. But behind the scenes, she was trying to drive me to my death!"

“You,” the aunt was about to say something, but Song Guangming pulled her back, “let her speak.”

“And you,” Yan Yuhong pointed the kitchen knife at Song Guangming, “your whole family is no good.”

"You think I can't hear you talking badly about me behind my back? You even said I'm shameless, that I only eat thick food, and that because I gave birth to a girl, I don't deserve to sit at the table to eat."

"Ha," Yan Yuhong laughed again, and said sarcastically, "Wasn't your mother a little girl when she was young? I don't think you starved her to death, did you?"

Yan Yuhong had a very loud voice; the entire courtyard was filled with her voice.

“I told you I’m not feeling well and I have to take care of Xiaoya, so I can’t have any more children for the time being, and you all started planning to give the child away. Are you really that cruel?”

"It was one thing to send your own daughter away to exchange for food, but now you've set your sights on my daughter! I wish I could kill you two old bastards right now!"

"You slut, say another word and see what happens!" Song Guangming suddenly bent down, picked up something from the ground, and pounced on Yan Yuhong.

The others around were stunned by Yan Yuhong's words and were a little taken aback. After they came to their senses, they quickly went to pull Song Guangming away.

Yan Yuhong was also startled by Song Guangming's actions, and her hand instinctively brushed against Zhang Guiying's neck.

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