Under the death gaze of Old Lady Xia, Jiang Wenhua had no choice but to open the lock. The main reason was that if he didn't open the lock, his sister and mother who were locked inside would destroy the house.
Yes, just now when Jiang Wenhua and Old Lady Xia were fighting against the evil force, Mr. Qiu, his mother and sister were banging on the door and trying to get out. But when they saw his brother-in-law being beaten and his stepfather falling down, they were so anxious that they started cursing.
It would have been fine if they just scolded him, calling him an ungrateful person or an unfilial son, but when they started smashing things, Jiang Wenhua felt really distressed.
He was such a stingy person that his heart started to bleed when he heard the banging noises at home, because those were his lifeblood.
The door opened, and Qiu Rong was about to rush out, but Jiang's mother slapped Jiang Wenhua in the face. "You even hit your own father. You're not a human being. Although he's not your biological child, he's the one who raised you. How could you treat him like this and teach you this? How can I face your father in the future? How can I explain to your biological father after I die?"
Jiang Wenhua knelt on the ground, holding his beloved... a bowl, and said heartbreakingly: "Mom, you smashed my rice bowl?"
It doesn’t matter whether it’s beaten or not, but this is a new bowl. It’s the first bowl he bought with his own money. He has used it for several years and has a lot of feelings for it.
The other bowls are completely different from this one. Those bowls were either given to him and his mother by his brothers and sisters when they were kicked out, or they were... taken from his stepfather's house.
Although this bowl is not big, it is the first time he bought a bowl with his own money, and it has a completely different meaning. He usually doesn't want to use it, but now it has broken into several pieces and cannot be repaired.
Jiang Wenhua was heartbroken.
Jiang's mother was already furious, and seeing him like this made her even more upset. She hit him on the back repeatedly, "All you care about is bowls, all you care about is money, all you care about is these things. You are a heartless person, are you still a human being?"
Qiu Rong was about to leave trembling, but when she saw Jiang's mother still beating her, she thought for a moment and turned back to stop her. "Mom, please stop. I'll be back soon. Nothing will happen."
Mother Jiang supported her. "Rongrong, this is all my fault. If they are angry with you, you can blame me. It's my fault that I didn't teach Wenhua well. I asked him to go to your house to apologize."
Seeing the two people walking out slowly, Qiu Rong, a person who had just returned from the hospital, and an old lady who had not dared to go out for years, both of them had such determination and courage to break through themselves for the sake of the man who almost killed Qiu Rong's family. She was almost moved.
If they were doing this for their own courage, Old Lady Xia would definitely applaud and encourage them. But they were doing it for men, for the extremely vicious ideas that had been instilled in them since childhood, so they were willing to go back and be their slaves at all costs.
This kind of spirit makes people feel sick.
Old Lady Xia blocked their way and asked, "Do you really have to serve others? Do you want to serve others even if it means you die?"
Mother Jiang avoided Old Lady Xia's gaze and whispered, "This is the fate of us women. Once married, we obey our husbands. From the moment we get married, we belong to our husband's family. This is not called serving. This is what we should do."
Old Lady Xia: "Destiny? This kind of destiny? Who determined our fate?"
Jiang's mother: "Since ancient times..."
Old Lady Xia: "Since ancient times?"
Jiang Wenhua was still squatting on the ground. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Mom, since ancient times, it has been said that after marriage, a woman obeys her husband, and after her husband dies, she obeys her son. My father is dead, shouldn't you listen to me?"
Jiang's mother was stunned for a moment. "But I'm remarrying, so I have to listen to your father first."
Jiang Wenhua: "Who will you be buried with when you die?"
Jiang's mother: "With your biological father."
Jiang Wenhua: "Then we are a family. I am your biological son, and my biological father is your biological husband. Why do you listen to my stepfather and not me?"
Jiang's mother: "Since I married him, of course I have to listen to him first."
Jiang Wenhua: "...I can't explain it to you clearly."
Seeing how useless Jiang Wenhua was, and realizing that Jiang's mother's thoughts had become as rigid as rotting wood in a stinking ditch, Old Lady Xia realized that reasoning with her was useless, so she could only resort to threats. So she said:
"We are in a new society now. Are you, an old lady, still thinking about the old days? If you dare to say so today, I will immediately send you to labor camp. Your thoughts..."
When Jiang's mother heard she was going to labor camp, she panicked. She just wanted to be a good woman. What was wrong with that? She was thinking about her husband. What was wrong with that? She was different from this divorced old woman. She wanted to be a good woman.
A divorced woman is a bad person, and that's just the case now. If it were before, it would have been considered treason. She wanted to object, but the old comrade just said that she would be arrested and sent to a labor camp for her thoughts, and Jiang's mother swallowed her words.
But if I am a good woman, will I be arrested and sent to jail?
Faced with Old Lady Xia's fierce look that didn't seem to be intimidating, she could only wave her hands repeatedly in grievance, "I didn't, I didn't think about it, I just said it nonsense."
Old Lady Xia: "What does our slogan say? Women can handle..."
Jiang's mother whispered, "Half the sky."
Old Lady Xia shouted, "Speak louder! Do you still think this is wrong?"
Frightened by Old Lady Xia's words, Jiang's mother shuddered and raised her voice a little, "Women hold up half the sky."
Qiu Rong was frightened. It sounded as if he was going to convict her and her mother. It seemed as if if she didn't shout out this slogan, she would be immediately arrested and locked up by this old comrade.
Seeing Qiu Rong staring at her, Old Lady Xia instantly locked her sight on her. Qiu Rong was a little scared and timidly shouted, "Women hold up half the sky~"
Old Lady Xia said angrily, "You've been educated, and that's all you know?"
Qiu Rong nervously recalled the propaganda slogans from her school days and began to shout them out stutteringly.
"Men and women are equal, it doesn't matter whether you have a boy or a girl."
"Respect women and protect their legitimate rights and interests."
"Times have changed. Men and women are the same. What gay men can do, lesbians can do too."
“Men and women receive equal pay for equal work.”
Qiu Rong thought carefully and tried hard to think. When Mrs. Xia wanted to raise her hand to scratch her face, Qiu Rong screamed in panic, "I was wrong. I know I was wrong. You can't hit people."
When Qiu Rong shouted, Old Mrs. Xia's hand trembled.
As expected, even the most stubborn people are afraid of going to jail. It's right to be afraid, it's good to be afraid. But if someone is the kind of stubborn person who can't be stopped and wants to serve others, then Old Lady Xia thinks she can only persuade Xiao Jiang to think more positively.
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