"You can't stop them. The more you try to stop them, the more that bastard will beat up the fisherwoman!"
The old lady sighed, while Tang Qiyue's face was full of disapproval.
There are only zero and countless times of domestic violence. If it cannot be stopped in time, we don’t know what the consequences will be in the end.
Either the fisherwoman is dead, or she has gone crazy.
Tang Qiuyue is not from the fishing village. She admires the fisherman's wife very much. It is already very impressive for a woman from a fishing village to insist on going to sea as a diner to support her family. However, her family does not cherish her and even wants to beat her.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Tang Qiyue simply didn't care about anything else and decided to bear the consequences of beating his wife in front of her.
Xiaoyang and the aunt wanted to stop Tang Qiyue, but thinking that Tang Qiyue came from the other side of the island, her words might be more effective than theirs, they did not try to stop her.
When Tang Qiuyue entered the fisherman's house, many people in the fishing village gathered around curiously and pulled the old lady to ask what was going on.
The old lady couldn't explain it clearly, so she took them to the fisherman's house.
The yard of the fisherman's house was built with stones and was not very high, only about one meter. It could only block some wild animals, but it could not block people at all.
The gate of the courtyard was not closed at all, and Tang Qiyue walked directly into the yard.
The fisherwoman was being pulled by her hair and kicked in the yard by her husband. The drunken man was cursing and didn't care how hard he hit her.
The fisherwoman curled up on the ground, holding her head, without any intention of resisting. It was obvious that she was used to this kind of treatment.
Tang Qiuyue could see that Yu Niang did not want to resist, but because resistance was useless. After all, everyone around her thought that beating their wives was a matter of course, so her resistance seemed to be a joke.
When the fisherman's husband continued to kick subconsciously, he found that he didn't kick anyone, but the person was hanging in the air.
Before he could figure out what was happening, his body flew out in a parabola and hit the ground not far away.
Many people lying on the courtyard wall cried out in surprise.
No one could understand what they were seeing.
"Who is it? You're looking for death!"
The fisherman's husband struggled to get up from the ground and drunkenly looked for the culprit. When he saw Tang Qiyue, he clenched his fist and was about to hit him.
As a result, his body, which was softened by the alcohol, was no match for Tang Qiyue. Tang Qiyue didn't even need to use any strength. With just one kick, the domestic violence man was knocked down.
Probably because they had never seen a woman beating a man, the women and children in the fishing village were a little dumbfounded, but soon their faces were filled with excitement.
The isolated fishing village was still influenced by years of feudal ideas, which believed that women were appendages of the family and could be beaten and scolded by men at will.
I guess among married couples, there are few wives who have not been beaten by their husbands.
Normally, they would just swallow their anger and endure the beatings from their husbands without daring to resist. But today, when they saw Tang Qiyue kicking the man away with such a calm look, they realized that men are not so invincible.
The fisherman's wife finally realized something was wrong. She struggled to stand up from the ground and saw that it was Tang Qiyue. Her expression was complicated. She didn't dare to face Tang Qiyue with her swollen face and lowered her head in shame.
"Are you okay?"
Tang Qiuyue noticed that Yu Niang was feeling uneasy, and fearing that something was wrong with her health, she approached to ask.
The fisherwoman shook her head, "Thank you!"
She knew that if Tang Qiyue had not appeared today, she would probably have been beaten by the man and would have been lying in bed for several days.
But she still felt very uncomfortable when she was seen in such a miserable state.
Tang Qiyue waved her hand: "No need to thank me, it's just something I happened to do. I originally wanted to ask if you had time to take me to the beach!"
Tang Qiyue did not ask about the domestic violence issue, but glanced at the neighbors around the yard and mentioned the issue of going to the beach.
The fisherwoman nodded: "I have time!"
She didn't want to stay at this time. One reason was that she was afraid that the man would attack her again, and the other was that she didn't want to be talked about by people in the village.
The fisherman's wife tidied her hair, picked up the wooden bucket and asked Tang Qiyue to go out.
After the fisherman's man was kicked twice, his alcohol-soaked brain finally regained some rationality.
"Stop, who are you, bitch?"
The drunken man only saw a beauty standing in the yard. Although she had a cold face, she was still more beautiful than he had ever seen. His already unclear mind felt a little dizzy, and he actually wanted to get closer and touch her.
The fisherwoman wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Tang Qiuyue. When the man got closer, she kicked him in the stomach.
Compared with the previous two times, Tang Qiuyue used a little more force this time, resulting in the domestic violence man not only being kicked until he vomited, but also lying on the ground unable to get up.
However, no one went to help. They were more curious about Tang Qiyue's identity than the domestic violence man.
"You should be more clear-headed now, right? If you want to know who I am, you can go to the other side of the island!"
Tang Qiyue said this coldly and pulled the fisherwoman out.
But after a few steps, she turned back and warned the domestic violence man: "The fisherwoman is my friend. If I find out that you hit her again, I don't mind letting you experience the feeling of being beaten again!"
The domestic violence man was completely sober and realized that he had provoked an evil spirit.
Everyone in the fishing village knew that the people living on the other side of the island were all soldiers. The village chief repeatedly reminded them not to provoke those people, because not only were they armed with guns, they would kill people for fun.
Because during training, they would practice shooting, and the sound of gunfire could be heard by people in the fishing village on the island. They knew too well how brutal the people on the other side of the island were.
The fisherwoman did not look back, but just stood quietly by. She knew what kind of person her husband was. When he was drunk, he was a madman, and when he sobered up, he would kneel in front of her and confess.
But the damage has been done, and repentance cannot make it go away.
If divorce was not prohibited in the fishing village, she would have wanted to leave this man long ago.
Not to mention the man lying on the ground with a pale face, not daring to move, as soon as Tang Qiuyue and Yu Niang left the yard, Auntie and Xiaoyang surrounded them.
The old lady lifted the fisherwoman's hair and saw the bruises on her face. She kept saying things like "you're committing a sin" but she couldn't say anything helpful.
The fisherwoman smiled and said, "I'm going to go fishing first, so you can go back and get busy!"
The fisherman's wife showed no emotional change, and she was not grateful for the old lady's concern. She just asked Tang Qiyue to walk towards the beach.
After leaving the fishing village, the expression that the fisherman's wife had tried so hard to maintain on her face finally collapsed, but she did not cry. She just tried her best to remind Tang Qiyue to go to the sea.
The tide had not yet receded, so Tang Qiuyue pulled the fisherman's wife to find a dry place to sit down.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Tang Qiyue looked at the sea and asked softly.
The fisherwoman hummed, as if ready to clear up her confusion.
"If you had a child, would you still endure being beaten like this?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
