Although the old lady of the Qian family was nearly seventy years old, she was still very strong. She was in a hurry to defecate, so she took small steps backward to find a toilet. It was too late to go home, so she thought of finding a secluded place. If she was any later, she would probably poop in her pants pocket.

She had just stood with her legs apart behind a large rock, untying the cloth strips that held her trousers in place, but before she could do so, her vision went black and she was covered by a large sack. A barrage of punches and kicks followed.

This time, not only did I feel pain all over my body, but the diarrhea also came out impatiently.

Old Madam Qian was also talking in the torn sack: "Which bastard who can't give birth to a child without an asshole, you bastard, dare to touch me, wait until I catch you, and see if my sons won't peel off your skin."

She cursed and howled for help, hoping to be discovered in time and catch the little beast who attacked her. She even thought about how to kill the little beast.

"Someone, help! Someone's killing me! Jincai, Jindou, your mother is going to be beaten to death!"

But no matter how much she screamed, no one came. At that time, the whole village was gathered around the big screen, watching the movie with great enthusiasm. The volume was so loud that almost the whole village could hear the movie. Mrs. Qian's voice was drowned out by the sound of the movie.

Only when Mrs. Qian could no longer shout did the other party stop, run away quickly, and soon disappeared into the night.

Old Mrs. Qian struggled to get out of the sack. She was in a state of extreme distress. The bruises on her body were obvious.

The strong, unique smell of diarrhea made her want to die.

Although Mrs. Qian is usually domineering, she is also a person who cares a lot about her reputation and attaches great importance to her image.

By this time, she had calmed down and didn't dare to shout out loud. She was afraid that someone would come and see her filthy appearance with her trouser pockets full of feces and urine, and she would become the laughing stock of the whole village.

"No, I can't wait here for someone to rescue me. I have to go back and take a shower and change clothes!" At this moment, Old Mrs. Qian had a strong urge to rush home.

Thinking of this, she began to try to stand up, but the severe pain from her leg bones caused her to fall heavily again just as she had stood up a little.

"Oh God, please protect me from being discovered by the villagers. Big brother, please come here quickly. If you don't come, I, your mother, will die here!" Old Mrs. Qian kept praying in her heart, hoping that her eldest son Qian Jincai would show up in time to save her from the fire.

But at this time, Qian Jincai was sitting on a small stool, laughing with everyone, and from time to time he would pull hands and bite ears with Ma Guafu next to him when no one was paying attention.

Among the moviegoers, there were two boys, one older and one younger. Like the other villagers, they were laughing uncontrollably, their upturned lips unable to be suppressed. Others, unaware of the situation, simply thought they were being amused by the film's brilliant moments.

After the first movie was over, the second movie started immediately. It was a crime movie, which some children didn’t like to watch. Besides, it was getting late and the children were refusing to sleep, so the adults had to take them home first.

The same thing happened to Aunt Zhang. If she didn't have to take care of the children, she would definitely watch the movie to the end. But her five-year-old son was sleepy, and there were still a lot of mosquitoes outside, so she could only hold the child and walk back with several young wives and elderly women who were traveling the same way.

As they walked down the slope, chatting and laughing, they turned a corner and saw a figure crawling forward in a rather strange posture. They were all startled, and some of them couldn't help but blurt out, "Is that a person or a ghost?"

Fortunately, several people brought flashlights and pointed the beams of light at the thing on the ground, finally confirming that it was a living person.

Old Mrs. Qian was lying on the ground with one leg kneeling and the other leg dragging behind her. Her heart felt like it was being gnawed by hundreds of ants, so she unconsciously quickened her crawling speed.

But the people behind were too busy to figure out who the person on the ground was. They asked loudly, "Who is that?" and quickened their pace to get closer to Old Lady Qian.

Old Madam Qian had no choice but to stop temporarily, but she was very resistant to others approaching: "Don't come over, it's me, it's me!"

When Aunt Zhang saw that it was Old Lady Qian, she was instantly delighted. She had long disliked the old lady, who always acted like a scoundrel when they played mahjong together. But without her, they could never get a full group together.

Furthermore, Mrs. Qian loved to show off, saying things like her daughter had married into a good family and was enjoying a good life, her second son was promising and had made a lot of money outside, etc. That would have been fine, but she also often implied in a sarcastic way that her husband was useless, which made Aunt Zhang very unhappy.

But the man didn't mention any names. If Aunt Zhang identified herself with him, wouldn't that be like admitting that she married an incompetent man? So she felt very uncomfortable at that time, and she had to fight with the man when she got home to calm down.

Looking at the embarrassed old lady of the Qian family lying on the ground, Aunt Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up: This time I finally get the chance to humiliate her back.

When Old Lady Qian shouted at everyone not to go over, everyone else stopped unconsciously. Only Aunt Zhang was extremely excited, as if she hadn't heard what she said. Not only did she not stop, but she accelerated forward. The pain in her arm from the pressure of her 50-pound little son in her arms seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, Auntie, what's wrong with you? The ground is not cold, let me help you up!" Aunt Zhang said this, but she stood there holding the child, with no intention of helping the old lady.

At this moment, she suddenly sniffed hard, fanned her nose with her hands, wrinkled her nose and said, "What's that smell? Why is it so smelly?"

Then he turned around and asked the others, "Do you smell it?"

Mrs. Qian really wanted to rip the damn woman's mouth off, but she was powerless. She even felt a sense of desolation, as if she was crying out to heaven and earth for help but to no avail.

Finally, one of the women who were preparing to go home returned to the team and called Qian Jincai, who was flirting with Widow Ma, over, and finally rescued the old lady from the place where there was no crack in the ground.

Qian Jincai went home and pushed the cart. He struggled to help his mother, who weighed 150 to 160 pounds, onto the cart and pushed it back home.