Chapter 96 Try pinching me.
Song Chunxue didn't even know when Chen's mother left.
If it weren't for the fact that her eldest son still had a future to live on, she would have beaten Chen's mother into submission today.
But that's how people are; they can't do things without considering the consequences just for the sake of immediate pleasure.
However, she did not regret hitting Chen's mother today.
If you're used to being bullied, how will others know you've hardened up if you don't fight back?
Song Chunxue was waiting for the Chen family's reaction.
If Chen's mother goes back and doesn't urge Chen Guangcai to return and teach people a lesson, she can live peacefully with Chen Feng as before.
But if Chen Guangcai comes to her seeking justice, she has other plans.
She just didn't want to cause trouble for herself; it wasn't that she was afraid of trouble.
Lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) that night, she tossed and turned, thinking things over and over until she was fully prepared.
If Chen Guangcai comes looking for trouble, then her relationship with the Chen family is over.
Either she severs her mother-son relationship with the eldest son completely, leaving no room for negotiation.
Thinking it over like this, she felt relieved and realized there was nothing to worry about.
Listening to the increasingly violent autumn wind, Song Chunxue slept soundly.
When I woke up the next day, my shoulders outside the blanket were a little cold, and I could faintly smell the scent of soil and fallen leaves.
Did it rain last night?
I put on an extra layer of clothing and went out into the yard. Sure enough, it was raining in autumn. The yard was damp, and tiny raindrops were blowing onto my face.
Fortunately, the sky gradually brightened and the weather cleared up again.
One autumn rain brings a chill, and the weather will get colder and colder.
The fourth brother complained that it was getting cold and it was harder to herd sheep, so he asked Song Chunxue to make him a thick coat.
Song Chunxue opened the courtyard gate and went out. Suddenly, she turned her head and saw a ladder leaning against the courtyard wall.
An idea popped into her head, and she turned and went into the courtyard, arriving at the south-facing room where no one was sleeping.
"Squeak."
Pushing open the door, the eldest brother, Jiang Yeming, was indeed sleeping on the kang (a heated brick bed), wrapped in a thick quilt and with his eyes open.
"mother."
Song Chunxue asked in surprise, "Why are you sleeping here?"
Judging from his dejected appearance, they must have had a fight.
Chen Feng has quite a temper. After suffering such a great deal of anger yesterday, it would be abnormal if she didn't cause trouble for the boss.
But she didn't expect that the eldest brother would actually climb over the wall and enter the yard.
"Mother, Chen Feng wouldn't let me sleep in the room, and I had nowhere else to go, so I climbed over the wall to get in. I remember this room was empty. Will you blame me, Mother?"
Song Chunxue subconsciously thought, "How could I blame him?"
But after a moment of silence, she stepped across the threshold, sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and looked at him calmly.
Do you think I should blame you?
Don't speak so hastily; your brain always has a better way to respond.
Her question will likely make the eldest brother start to reflect on his behavior.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Song Chunxue said slowly, "You are my child, I accept whether you are good or bad. But once you start a family, you need to be able to manage your own little family and not always cause trouble for everyone. The fourth and third sons are not married yet, do you want everyone to be in a mess?"
"You know Chen Feng won't just cause trouble for a day or two. Ever since you two got married, this family has never had a moment of peace. I thought that living separately would give me some peace and quiet, but look what happened?"
Song Chunxue sneered, "If I were as tough as Old Man Cheng, I would have beaten Chen Feng dozens of times over."
Jiang Yeming lowered his head. "It's my fault for being useless; I couldn't control her."
"Ha! You were really going all out against me before."
Song Chunxue stood up with her back to him, her tone firm, "Let me make this clear in advance: if you cause as much of a commotion as you did yesterday, you can move out of the thatched kiln and go wherever you want."
“If it weren’t for the fact that she had just given birth, I would have kicked you out yesterday.”
"Respect is mutual. If she's trying to use you to manipulate me, don't give me the chance. I don't care what your reasons are. If you don't treat others like human beings, you don't treat yourself like human beings. I'm not her parents. I was kind to her the first two times, but next time I won't give an inch."
After saying that, Song Chunxue lifted the curtain and left in a huff.
At noon, Song Chunxue returned from the fields and saw her eldest son building a roof from afar.
The house is almost finished. Once the tiles are laid and the doors and windows are installed, we'll be able to move in soon.
She had previously tried to stop the eldest son from cutting down the tree, but now Song Chunxue was too lazy to say anything more and just hoped that he would finish building it soon and move out.
This time, she felt that her best decision was to have her eldest son build the yard far away.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Back in the courtyard, the fourth brother was actually helping Hongying cook, and Xiujuan was being taken good care of by him.
Song Chunxue finally felt a little more at ease, at least she was satisfied with the changes in Lao Si.
Not long after, the food was served, and just as we were about to pick up our chopsticks, the eldest brother came in from outside.
He placed half a bag of flour and half a bag of potatoes on the table in the north room, dusted himself off, and stepped into the house.
"Mother, can I eat with you these next couple of days?"
He kept his head down, looking haggard.
“Go to the kitchen and get your own rice,” Song Chunxue said. “As long as we don’t cause any chaos, we can talk about anything.”
Actually, she felt that the eldest brother had already done a great job by doing this today.
He thought that no matter how much Chen Feng bullied him, he would still grit his teeth and cook for her and take care of her during her postpartum period.
I never expected that.
However, this was not something she should care about.
After the meal, the eldest brother got up and volunteered to wash the dishes.
Song Chunxue looked at him with new respect. He was quite sensible now. It seemed that her harsh words had some effect.
Do you think I'm a pushover just because I'm not showing my teeth?
Having tasted success, Song Chunxue decided to be even more assertive in the future.
Although she was a woman, she was the head of the Jiang family.
Whether a family has a good or bad tradition depends entirely on her mindset.
She used to blame her children for being unfilial, but now she realizes that she was too weak.
That evening, after dinner, Jiang Yeming went straight to sleep in the room on the south side.
No one went to the thatched kiln to see Chen Feng; all they could hear was the baby crying, which went on all night.
Song Chunxue stuffed a cotton ball in her mouth; she wouldn't fall for the trick and go to the thatched hut to ask why the child was crying so hard.
What's the difference between that and being a jerk?
The next day, Jiang Yeming didn't step into the thatched kiln. He had the young men from the village lay tiles for him during the day, and he slept in the south room at night.
After leaving her hanging like this for two days, on the third day at noon, Chen Feng couldn't contain her anger and went into the courtyard while everyone was having lunch.
"Clang!"
Chen Feng slammed the wooden bucket into the yard and pointed at the north room, cursing loudly:
"Jiang Yeming, are you dead? I'm in postpartum confinement and you won't even give me an IV drip. I carried your child for ten months and gave birth to your child. You haven't come home for two days. Are you not planning to acknowledge us as mother and child?"
With a sob in her voice, she said angrily, "If you don't come back, I'll strangle your son, you believe me?"
Jiang Yeming, who was engrossed in his meal, suddenly stood up, strode out of the room, and came to Chen Feng.
"Slap!" Jiang Yeming pointed at her, his expression icy. "Try pinching me then?"
"What a joke!" Jiang Hongying couldn't help but exclaim. "Well done! I've been so angry with him these past two days."
Song Chunxue said in a low voice, "Eat your food."
“The eldest son finally managed to make us proud, Mother should be happy. We’ve been humiliated following him for days, I don’t even have the energy to herd sheep.”
After finishing his rice, the fourth brother went to the kitchen to get more rice, beaming with joy, and walked past the eldest brother and his wife without even glancing at them.
You could tell he was very proud of himself just by listening to the energetic thumping of his heels.
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