Song Guixiang was putting noodles into the pot, and a bowl of freshly fried eggs was on the stove.

"you..."

Village Chief Zhang pointed to the bowl of eggs.

"You're going to feed your father-in-law porridge that's been spilled on the floor?"

Song Guixiang stirred the noodles in the pot nonchalantly.

"Why should he, a paralyzed man, eat so well? I'm the one who needs nutrition because I work in the fields every day!"

Village Chief Zhang could no longer hold back and snatched the spatula from her hand.

"From now on, pack your things and go back to your parents' house! I'm calling Wang Youcai back right now; this isn't the life I want anymore!"

Song Guixiang then panicked.

"Village chief! What are you doing? I...I'm just going to cook some egg noodles for my father-in-law..."

"Too late!"

Village Chief Zhang took out his pipe and took a deep drag.

"Dajiang will go to the city tomorrow. As for you... wait until Youcai comes back, and see if he doesn't break your legs!"

Song Guixiang's face turned deathly pale, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered into pieces.

That evening, Village Chief Zhang summoned the village's barefoot doctor to examine Wang Dajiang, and then had several people wash the old man's body and change him into clean clothes.

When the village elders heard about this, they all brought eggs and brown sugar to visit Wang Dajiang.

"Dajiang, take good care of yourself in the city."

"I'm eighty years old," said Mrs. Li, leaning on her cane.

"Your mother loves you the most, so don't cry when you see her."

Wang Dajiang lay in bed, tears streaming silently down his face.

He struggled to raise his hand and made a writing gesture.

Village Chief Zhang quickly found paper and pen and helped him sit up.

Wang Dajiang's trembling hand gripped the pencil as he wrote crookedly on the paper.

"I want to see my mother."

"I'll take you there first thing tomorrow morning."

Village Chief Zhang wiped away his tears.

"I'll arrange for someone to take you there."

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the village's oxcart stopped in front of Wang Dajiang's house.

Village Chief Zhang and two strong young men carefully lifted Wang Dajiang onto the car, placing several layers of quilts under him.

"Did you bring everything?"

Village Chief Zhang asked the accountant standing next to him.

The accountant nodded.

"The household registration booklet, medical records, a change of clothes, and a photo of the old lady are all in the bag."

Just then, Wang Youcai suddenly rushed out of the house, knelt down in front of the oxcart with a "thump," and kowtowed three times.

"Father! Your son is unfilial!"

Wang Youcai's forehead hit the hard dirt road, and blood immediately seeped out.

His voice choked with sobs, and his face was covered in tears and snot.

"Your son is incompetent, and I've caused you so much trouble..."

Wang Dajiang struggled to raise his trembling hand, wanting to touch his son's head, but he couldn't reach it no matter what he did.

His lips trembled, making indistinct sounds.

"It's not...your fault..."

Seeing this, Village Chief Zhang quickly stepped forward to help Wang Youcai up.

"You're rich, get up. Your father knows your difficulties."

Wang Youcai refused to get up and kowtowed twice more, blood flowing down his nose from his forehead.

"Father, please take good care of yourself in the city... Your son... Your son is sorry..."

The villagers who were watching all had tears in their eyes, and several women secretly wiped away their tears.

At this touching moment, a commotion suddenly broke out at the village entrance.

Song Guixiang led a dozen burly men wielding sticks and walked in menacingly. The leader was Song, the accountant from the village next to her father's, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and wearing a fake smile.

"stop!"

With a sharp shout, Song Guixiang blocked the oxcart.

She stood with her hands on her hips, a ferocious expression on her face.

"No one's taking this old geezer away today!"

Village Chief Zhang's face darkened.

"Song Guixiang, what are you doing?"

Song Guixiang gave a cold laugh.

"What are you doing? I married into the Wang family, served this cripple his every need, and now you think you can just walk away? No way!"

She turned to the villagers who were watching and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Fellow villagers, be the judge! I've had to take care of this old man's every need, from pooping to pissing and peeing, and now he wants to go to the city to enjoy himself, but he won't even utter a sound?"

Wang Youcai suddenly stood up and glared at his wife.

"You're talking nonsense! When has Dad ever asked you to serve him? I'm the one taking care of him!"

Village Chief Zhang looked extremely grim as he saw the other side approaching menacingly, all of them armed.

The surrounding villagers dared not utter a sound.

If this situation isn't handled properly, it could easily escalate into a brawl.

Village Chief Zhang approached Song Guixiang's father and said sternly.

"Accountant Song, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to cause trouble in our village?"

Accountant Song wore a fake smile and chuckled.

"Village Chief Zhang, it's not that we've come to your village to cause trouble. It's just that our daughter has been wronged by her husband's family, and we, as her family, are here to stand up for her. This is the way of the world."

"fart!"

Wang Youcai was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Isn't she the one who makes all the decisions at home? When has she ever been wronged?"

Upon hearing this, Song Guixiang immediately pointed at Wang Youcai's nose and began to curse.

"Wang Youcai! I was blind to marry a good-for-nothing like you! Not only do I have to serve a cripple every day, but now I'm being bullied by your whole family!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

"Let me tell you, if you don't pay today, nobody's taking this old man away!"

Village Chief Zhang asked in a deep voice.

"What money?"

Song Guixiang sneered and held up two fingers.

"Two hundred yuan! The old folks are living a good life in the city, they should at least settle the cost of me taking care of this paralyzed man, right?"

The villagers who were watching were immediately in an uproar.

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