Chapter 41 Beating Up the Unfilial Son
Song Chunxue's feelings were complicated after her own son pried open her suitcase.
The disappointment that had been building up over this period suddenly reached its peak and could no longer be contained.
The grain and land were distributed, and when they met outside, the eldest son wouldn't even call her "Mother" anymore.
Song Chunxue's heart was chilled to the bone, and she no longer intended to endure it.
That bastard! Since he's the son she raised herself, indulging him will only harm him and herself.
She tried to remain calm and searched the yard for footprints. Finally, she found clear footprints under the wall in the northeast corner of the yard.
Those were cloth shoes she used to make for her eldest son. Because she favored him, she would even make some patterns for him when sewing the soles.
"Mother, this really is the eldest son..."
Jiang Hongying also recognized the footprint. Her mother never used so many fancy patterns when making shoe soles for others.
Song Chunxue grabbed a fire poker from the kitchen and strode out.
"Mom, be careful, his wife is pregnant."
Jiang Hongying dared not follow, fearing that she would be frightened and harm the baby in her womb.
"You stay inside and don't come out. I'll take him outside and beat him, but not in front of Chen Feng." Song Chunxue held a blackened fire poker, her eyes so cold they could freeze a person to death.
Jiang Hongying held her child and stood on the steps of the north room, listening intently to the sounds outside.
Mother actually dared to hit the eldest son, and with a fire poker no less!
I really want to see it with my own eyes. She had advised her mother before not to spoil the eldest child, but her mother said that she was a girl and shouldn't interfere.
Thinking this, Jiang Hongying couldn't resist. She carried Xiujuan to the courtyard gate and peered out through the crack in the door.
"Mother, what are you doing... Let go!"
Song Chunxue grabbed the eldest brother by the ear, holding a fire poker in her hand, and dragged him out of the thatched kiln.
Chen Feng followed behind, "Mom, what are you doing? The whole family is in chaos, why are you acting so crazy..."
"Shut up! It's none of your business to interfere in matters between my son and me!"
Song Chunxue pointed a fire poker at Chen Feng, her eyes unusually fierce, "If you encourage the boss to do those petty thefts again, I'll beat you up too. You're just a disgrace to the world anyway!"
Chen Feng clutched her stomach, standing blankly at the doorway, wanting to retort but unable to utter a word.
"Hey boss, try moving again. You're like a dog that's been climbing on the roof for three days straight. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because we've split up the family property?"
Song Chunxue pointed at the eldest brother with a fierce expression and said, "Do you know why I dragged you out?"
"How would I know? Mother, just say so if you don't like it..."
"Smack!"
"Still trying to deny it? Do you really want me to shout it out and let everyone know what shameful thing you've done?" She pointed at his shoes and questioned him in a deep voice, "You know best what kind of soles the shoes I made for you are like. Weren't you wearing these when you climbed over the wall this afternoon?"
"I……"
"Good to know, I didn't wrong you! If I don't teach you a lesson today for being treated like a dog by women and for wanting to do all sorts of shameful things, then I'm not your mother!"
"Ah, Mom, let go... Ouch, don't hit my arm, I have to work tomorrow... Ahh!"
"You dare to run away? If you've got the guts, don't ever come back!"
"Stand there!" Song Chunxue pointed at him with a broken piece of a fire poker, like a fierce tigress.
“If you run away today, you and Chen Feng should never come back.”
Jiang Hongying was so frightened that she closed the door a crack. Hearing her mother's roar, her back trembled.
“I can’t afford to raise a son like you. Take all that land back. The grain in the house would be better fed to the dogs than given to you.”
Chen Feng couldn't help but say, "Mother, how are we supposed to live if you keep making such a scene? The whole village is listening..."
"And you even encouraged him to do inhuman things! How could my Jiang family have married a daughter-in-law like you? You've disgraced my ancestors for eight generations! If you say another word, I'll have the eldest son divorce you tonight!"
"Mother, how could you..." Chen Feng said, about to cry.
"Hold it in! Don't make me slap you!"
Song Chunxue pointed at Chen Feng, showing her no respect whatsoever.
"Don't you always listen to your mother? If you don't want me to beat the eldest son, then take him and get out of here to your house tomorrow. I don't want my son anymore; let him be your mother's son. I can't bear the shame!"
"Mother, why are you yelling at Ah Feng? I'm the one who did something wrong... Ah!"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yeming was hit twice on the shoulder and jumped up.
"Then do something decent! If you don't yell at her, I'll hit you. You useless thing! Sanwa herded sheep to support you through ten years of schooling, and look what you've become!"
Jiang Yeming lay on the ground, clutching his head, pleading repeatedly, "Mother, please stop hitting me, it really hurts..."
"Bang bang bang!"
"What else? You think I'm joking with you? If I beat you so badly you can't get out of bed today, I'll stop being called Song Chunxue and start writing my name backwards from now on!"
"Mother, Mother, I was wrong... Ahh!"
"Why didn't you do this earlier, huh?"
The broken fire poker was very sturdy, and each blow made a loud noise, which could be heard even by people on the mountain opposite the river several miles away.
Jiang Hongying and her youngest daughter peered through the crack in the door, their eyes wide with rage.
The little girl, who was just over a year old, had never seen anything like this before and burst into tears in fright.
Jiang Hongying quickly carried the child into the house.
Chen Feng was both angry and annoyed. She felt a cramp in her stomach and turned around to go into the house. She leaned against the headboard and gasped for breath.
Outside the door, Song Chunxue showed no mercy, breaking the fire poker and then taking the donkey whip used for plowing, whipping Jiang Yeming until he cried out.
He had never been beaten or suffered such humiliation since childhood.
At first, he wanted to fight his mother to the death, but his mother was stronger than him.
Later, he cried and begged, "Mom, please use the stick... Ouch... Don't hit me..."
Song Chunxue thought about it and agreed. She dropped the donkey whip in her hand and picked up the willow stick next to her to hit his calf.
"Since you're so capable that you don't even acknowledge your own mother, you might as well give up your legs. Otherwise, you'll be too old to steal from other people's homes, and I'll have to visit you in jail. I'll be too ashamed to face my ancestors!"
"Oh, right, your ancestors weren't any good either. Remember I was a child bride? Do you know what I was like when I entered this family?"
"You unfilial son, if I don't beat you to death today, I'm not your mother!"
"I'll deal with the bastard child I gave birth to myself; none of you can interfere!"
"You ungrateful wretch! I've never treated you badly all these years, and this is how you repay me."
Song Chunxue beat and cursed as she did so, while Jiang Yeming wailed on the ground, his cries echoing throughout the entire Li Family Village.
In the past, they would have intervened to break up the fight, using the excuse that the Jiang family didn't have a head man to meddle. Now, they wouldn't dare.
They felt that Song Chunxue was not only cursing her son, but also everyone in the village who had mocked and looked down on her.
"This Song Chunxue is really hitting me. I feel like she doesn't even recognize her own family anymore. What happened to her that suddenly became so fierce?"
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