Chapter 118 The Shy Qi Meng

How did these two families come together?

How could Ma Yuejiao's mother possibly agree to her marrying that bedridden man?

Liang Baizhi peeked into the bustling village, then chuckled as if she had just remembered something.

"I have a rumor..."

As he spoke, he leaned in closer, lowering his voice considerably.

"It's said that Ma Yuejiao is pregnant with one of Aunt Yang's sons' children, but no one knows for sure. There are all sorts of rumors. Otherwise, why do you think Aunt Yang would agree to let a woman who was divorced by her husband's family marry her precious youngest son?"

Although her youngest son was paralyzed from head to toe, unable to move anything except his eyes, he was still her precious treasure.

Gu Zuozuo's eyelids twitched in surprise.

The Yang family has four daughters-in-law: three are former educated youth, and one is divorced, remarried, and pregnant with someone else's child. It's quite a lively family affair.

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a commotion coming from the village, interspersed with women's shrill and piercing insults directed at their ancestors.

The two, who were still whispering gossip, looked at each other, wondering what had happened this time.

"Should we go take a look?"

Liang Baizhi was eager to try, her eyes filled with interest at the prospect of seeing the gossip unfold.

Gu Zuozuo thought for a moment, nodded, and followed her to the liveliest house in the village.

Duan Jianhua, seething with anger, looked at the noisy Aunt Yang's house and was so furious he felt like he was about to die.

Damn it, a family can fight over a wedding? He's lived forty years and this is the first time he's ever seen anything like it. You've really eaten too much salt; you can encounter all sorts of awful people.

Inside the house, Li Zhaodi's nearly new red cotton-padded jacket was torn to shreds, the cotton fluff flying everywhere. Her neatly styled hair was ripped into a bird's nest, and she looked resentful and hostile. Her eyes were fixed on Ma Yuejiao, who was being protected by her own mother.

"If we're talking about shamelessness, who can compare to you? Do you even know who the father of the child in your belly is? Me, a sent-down youth, competing with you for a man? How dare you?"

A barrage of attacks successfully angered the mother and daughter on the other side, who rolled up their sleeves and prepared to continue the fight.

The villagers outside, watching the feast held in front of the brigade, had excited expressions on their faces.

With no work in the fields and the breadwinner working at the glass factory to support the family, the aunties and grandmas, free from pressure, spend their days gossiping about everyone else. They either pickle sauerkraut and soybean paste at home or wander around with shoe uppers, spreading rumors and gossiping.

Recently, the most lively event has been the liveliness of Aunt Yang's family.

Gu Zuozuo stood on the outermost edge, watching the three people fighting again inside the room, and sighed inwardly.

Women in this era are truly fierce; when they fight, it's a real brawl. Didn't you see the long hair that was torn off the ground, all in strands?

The cotton wadding from all three of their cotton-padded coats was flying everywhere, and all the female elders from both families were greeted by each other.

Duan Jianhua was so angry he was speechless. He simply pushed the women's director forward, indicating that she should take charge and that he couldn't manage the situation.

He can't exactly go and break up a fight between women, can he?

He tried everything – from explaining the big picture to making threats, even mentioning deducting their work points – but the other side remained locked in a fierce battle, unable to pull them apart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Aunt Yang's three sons standing in a row, and he was so angry that he kicked one of them.

"What are you all standing there for? Can't you ask your wives to break up the fight? Aren't you ashamed of your family?"

Ma Dashan, Ma Ershi, and Ma Sanhe all chuckled awkwardly, but their bodies betrayed them by taking another big step back.

This is a conflict between women; why are these grown men getting involved?

"No! Uncle Duan, you know my wife is pregnant. What if she gets hurt while trying to break up the fight?"

Ma Dashan chuckled and scratched his head, then took a small step back.

His mother doesn't care, so why should his wife interfere? She's not just bored and has nothing better to do.

Ma Ershi waved his hands repeatedly, his tone full of disdain.

"No, no, my wife is too thin and weak. Letting her go up and break up the fight would be like sending her to her death! Let's not do it!"

Ma Sanhe was even more of a bachelor, so he simply shrugged and put on a roguish expression.

"Uncle Duan, don't look at me like that. My wife just entered the house, and we haven't even had a chance to do the wedding ceremony yet. We're in the middle of it right now!"