When she rushed into the yard, cursing and yelling, she immediately swallowed her words when she met Ma Bomin's cold eyes. The house was still being smashed, and her heart was bleeding. She hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, "Second brother is back. What are you doing? How can you smash my things? I bought all these things with money. I have to pay for them if I break them."
Ma Bomin looked coldly at his third brother's wife, whom he had only met a few times, then looked at Ma Bochang who rushed in, and said word by word, "This house is mine. I can smash it if I want."
Today, he would not only smash all the things, but also tear down the house. Anyway, he didn't plan to live there anymore, and he wouldn't let these people get away with it, let alone leave it to the villagers, as they were all heartless villains.
Ma Bochang's face was very bad. He took two steps forward and said, "Second brother, let's talk it out nicely. What's the point of smashing things?"
"Talk nicely? What's there to talk to you bastards? Get out of here."
Song Ziyi was very quick and smashed almost everything in the house, leaving only some clothes, bedding and other things that could not be smashed.
When Song Ziyi came out, Old Man Ma and Old Lady Ma had also left.
Seeing this scene, the second elder was so angry that his face turned blue. Old Ma pointed at Ma Bomin and scolded, "Second elder, what are you doing? Why are you making trouble as soon as you come back? You smashed all the things of the third elder's family. How are you going to let them live? You must buy everything back for them."
Ma Bochang and his wife nodded frantically, very happy.
Ma Bomin looked coldly at his parents in front of him. Seven years had passed, and they seemed to have not changed at all, and looked no different from what he remembered. Especially Old Mrs. Ma, her complexion seemed to be better than seven years ago, which showed that they had lived a good life in the past seven years.
Of course it would be good. With his monthly allowance, I can eat, drink and dress well. How can life be bad?
His wife and daughter lived in a leaky shack, with no food to eat and relying entirely on the comrades in the armed forces for support. Both mother and daughter were severely malnourished, especially Xiaomei.
Ma Bomin's heart ached, and his eyes grew colder. "This is my house. I have the right to dispose of my own house."
Old Man Ma said with a guilty conscience: "What's yours and mine? We are a family, there is no need to distinguish between yours and mine."
Ma Bomin sneered, "Don't give me that. From the day you kicked my wife and daughter out of this house, I have no relationship with you anymore. Whether you recognize it or not, you are nothing to me."
When Old Lady Ma heard this, she flew into a rage. She pointed at Ma Bomin and cursed, "You heartless ungrateful bastard! I raised you with all my might, and now you've grown so independent that you don't even recognize me. Fine, I'll join your army tomorrow. I want to ask you, do you have the right to stay in the army, a bastard who doesn't even recognize your new parents?"
Ma Bomin snorted coldly, "Whatever you want, but before that, give me all the allowances I've sent back over the past seven years."
Old Ma's face darkened. "What allowance? I didn't take any allowance from you. Don't talk nonsense here."
"My monthly salary is 18 yuan, and I send it all back home without leaving a penny. Xiaomei hasn't taken a penny in the past seven years. The post office has records of who collected the money. Every single payment is recorded clearly. The armed forces also record who took the rice, flour, oil, and subsidies distributed by the armed forces. You want to deny it? You can't."
Seeing she couldn't deny it, Old Lady Ma simply admitted, "I did take it, so what? You are my son, and I am your mother. It is only natural for a mother to take her son's money."
"But the money and bills were meant for my wife, Ma Xiaomei. He's committing a crime by falsely claiming other people's money. I'll sue him and he'll win. If he can't pay me back, he'll go to jail."
When Old Lady Ma heard this, she sat down on the ground, slapped her thigh, and started cursing, "Oh my God, please open your eyes! There are still sons in this world who want to send their own mother to jail for a few dollars. Is this justice?"
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