She took her son Wang Hu to see Wang Dazhu, and when she saw that he was perfectly fine, anger overwhelmed her.

"You unlucky wretch, only coming back now! What were you doing all morning? You usually come back by noon. Look at the sky, it's almost dark now. At least you've got eyes and know the way back, right?" Zhao Chunniang launched into a tirade.

Wang Dazhu was preoccupied and had been inexplicably scolded by her. If it weren't for his son being there, he would have definitely gotten angry with her.

But for his son's sake, Wang Dazhu simply pushed the person away, saying, "Don't bother me! I still have things to do to see the village head."

"What isn't more important to you than your son and daughter-in-law? Wang Dazhu, I think you've really grown some guts! You don't even care about your own son anymore. If it weren't for the little deity or us, Hu Zi and I would probably be dead, and you didn't even ask a single question? I was blind to have married a man like you! Wang Dazhu, are you even human?" Zhao Chunniang became angrier and angrier, and raised her hand to slap Wang Dazhu twice.

Wang Dazhu's anger flared up instantly, and he shouted, "You bitch, what do you know? I almost died today too, do you know that?"

Zhao Chunniang was taken aback by his shout.

Isn't Wang Dazhu perfectly fine?

Did something happen on the road?

Zhao Chunniang really didn't know.

Not only was Zhao Chunniang unaware, but everyone else in the village also gathered around to watch the spectacle.

These are turbulent times, and watching the excitement isn't just about listening to gossip; it's also about gathering more information.