If it weren't for He Qiushuang's sake, I should have beaten Aunt He to a pulp earlier.
Now look what's happened; all the sisterhood has vanished.
If you can't hit a pregnant woman, then you can't hit her own mother?
Already harboring resentment, the two instantly started fighting.
The two families lived next door to each other. Kong Jianhong, the youngest son of the Kong family, came over to help his mother when she saw her fighting with someone.
He Qiushuang then encouraged Zhu Dabao to beat up Kong Jianhong.
Zhu Dabao was a year older than Kong Jianhong and was also slightly stronger, so he naturally had a larger head than Kong Jianhong.
Kong Jianmin, the third son of the Kong family, rushed over and joined the fight when he heard his younger brother's howl.
And so, one battlefield, two places of smoke and fire.
Surrounded by so many people and reprimanded by his superior, Zhu Zhenfei felt utterly humiliated.
I shouldn't have let my wife ask her mother to come and accompany her during her pregnancy.
His mother always came to take care of him before each delivery, but this time, for some reason, his wife insisted on having her mother come over.
That's great, they've started something big right away.
Seeing that his wife refused to let go of Yan Jianmin's leg no matter what, he roared in anger.
"He Qiushuang, let go of me right now, or you can take your mother and go back to your hometown. My Zhu family can't tolerate these two big shots."
The footprint behind Yan Xiaojing was clearly kicked by He Qiushuang.
He knew his wife's character all too well.
He usually turns a blind eye to minor squabbles and gossip.
He's made such a fool of himself today, losing all face. How can his men respect him now? How can his superiors trust him?
(Some cuties doubted whether there were televisions in the 1970s. Yes, there were! It might have varied from place to place. I specifically asked the older generation. In better-off villages, relatively wealthy families had televisions. They were small and heavy, with black and white images and a small screen with only a few channels. One family would put on the TV, and the whole village would watch. It was very lively. There wasn't much entertainment back then. If the weather was bad, the picture would be blurry and static-filled, making the picture even more realistic than snow. But we still enjoyed watching it very much. I heard that for this only form of entertainment, the whole village would share the electricity bill for watching the TV. There were also open-air movies, where the image was projected onto a sheet, and several villages would watch together. It's very nostalgic.)
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