Old Chen was beaten so hard that he cried out in pain, and he wanted to fight back but didn't dare.
The tragedy at Old Ma's house had just happened, and the water used to clean the bloodstains on the ground hadn't even dried yet. He was really scared. What if this damn old woman also had a brain attack and learned from Xiao Ma's wife? He would be the second eunuch in the compound.
Actually it was the third one, because Xiao Ma’s wife’s younger brother had just been sent to the hospital. Unfortunately, Old Chen didn’t go to watch the fun, so he didn’t know.
Widow Huang tried to persuade her at first, saying that she and Brother Chen were innocent and were just friends, and hoped that Old Lady Xia would not be angry.
Later, when Old Lady Xia was beating Old Chen, she slapped her, and she became obedient and ran away in small steps.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. It's not like he's only looking for me. He went to look for someone else a few days ago."
"I'm not a cheapskate, looking for such a fickle woman."
"You are the only woman in my life. If I lie to you, I will die a miserable death."
"All my money is in your hands now, so why would I get involved with her?"
"I wanted to go to the hospital to see Lao Ma, and she asked me to take her there. I agreed because it was convenient for me."
"If you're unhappy, I promise to stay away from her in the future."
"Ah, stop it."
"I also know that she is not a good person."
"I swear, okay? If I say another word to her, I'll be treated like a pony."
When the neighbors who were watching heard this, they shouted, "This is really vicious."
Old Mrs. Xia was also tired of beating, so she stopped and sat down by the flower bed in the courtyard.
Old Chen bent his back and felt that being a man was really hard.
He has to go to work to earn money, take on the responsibility of being the head of the family, and be beaten by his wife.
If you earn little, you will be laughed at. You cannot show your sadness. If you don’t have a son, you will be called useless. If your wife hits you, you cannot fight back.
Is this world going to force men to death?
Old Chen was not convinced. He believed that even if a woman did not make money, she could still stay at home to take care of her husband and children. She could lose her temper when she was angry, cry when she was sad, and even receive special care from others if she spoke out when she was wronged.
Women have the Women's Federation to file complaints, but why don't men have the Men's Federation?
It’s unfair, very unfair.
Old Chen went back into the house angrily and sulked.
He felt that Old Lady Xia was becoming more and more unreasonable, and would hit people at any time.
He is her husband, her lover, not her punching bag, not her money bag.
He was exhausted after a day's work, and was beaten by his wife. How could this be? He was the head of the family, and how could a head of the family feel so miserable?
No matter what kind of alliance it is, whether it is a male alliance or a husband alliance, as long as someone can make the decision for this poor old man, it will be fine. Is there really no one who cares about this dead old woman?
He stood up and wanted to go out to argue with Old Lady Xia.
As soon as he stood up, the bedroom door was kicked open by Old Mrs. Xia, and Old Chen immediately sat down obediently.
She held a yellowed piece of paper and a pen that had been bitten beyond recognition and was obviously from her youngest son, and placed them in front of him.
"Write!" Old Mrs. Xia shouted angrily.
Old Chen's anger subsided, and he said in a muffled voice, "What to write?"
"Write down how many men that Widow Huang has supported, what time and where each month, how much money she's given each time, and whether there's any illicit relationship. Write it all down for me."
Old Chen was horrified, "What are you going to do?"
Old Lady Xia: "Just do what I tell you to write. How about asking again?"
Old Chen immediately picked up his pen and started writing.
Old Mrs. Xia sat by the bed and said, "From now on, you will do all my work at home."
Old Chen was just trying to recall when he heard the bad news. "Why? I don't know how to work. How can a man work? Now you want me to work, do you want to ride on my head in the future?"
When Old Mrs. Xia glared at him fiercely, he buried his head in writing.
But Old Chen knew it clearly in his mind that it was impossible to ask him to work.
"Okay, I've finished writing it. Here you go." Old Chen handed over a piece of densely written paper. "Tell me what you want to do."
Old Mrs. Xia spread out the paper and looked at it carefully.
This is amazing. Widow Huang is really amazing. These people make so much money every month. No wonder the three people in her family dress so beautifully.
Old Mrs. Xia put the note in her pocket, took a shower and went to bed.
Old Chen scratched his head and tossed and turned all night, always feeling that Old Lady Xia was going to do something big.
The next morning, Old Chen was woken up by a big slap in the face.
He opened his eyes in confusion and saw the fierce face of Old Lady Xia, and he suddenly became alert.
"What are you doing? It's still so early." Old Chen sighed and was about to go back to sleep.
"Go make breakfast. Do you want to let the whole family go hungry? Or do you want to pay them to eat out?"
Old Chen slapped his forehead and wondered how he could have forgotten about this.
He grumbled and stood up, "I don't have any money, you should give it to me."
Old Lady Xia: "I won't give it to you, so if you don't cook..."
She raised her hand.
Old Chen jumped out of bed, left the bedroom without looking back, and went into the kitchen.
There was a clanging sound, and when the whole family arrived, we found out that they would be having sweet potato porridge today, and there was also a bowl of ugly-cut pickles as a side dish.
"I don't want to eat this, I don't want to eat this." Chen Baoyuan couldn't stand it first. He had to eat a small bowl of egg custard every morning, and it had become a habit.
He couldn't drink any of the porridge, so he started to make a fuss.
Old Chen's face darkened. "As for boys, only those who endure the most hardships can become the best."
Chen Baoyuan twisted like a maggot in his mother's arms, "I don't want to be a boy, I want to be a girl."
Zhu Wenying's face also drooped. "Mom, Baoyuan and Lingling are still growing. We can't be so poor that we can't afford to eat egg custard, right? If it really doesn't work, I'll buy some eggs when I get home from get off work. Let's steam two bowls today."
She has learned her lesson recently and no longer confronts Old Lady Xia head-on. Instead, she uses her two children as an example to make herself appear less selfish.
As for her talk of eating eggs, I've never seen her do that.
Old Mrs. Xia drank her porridge and said, "Tell your dad to cook from now on."
"Dad cooking?"
"How can Dad cook?"
"No wonder breakfast tasted so bad today. It's no wonder Dad made it."
"I don't want grandpa to cook. It's not tasty. Bah, bah, bah, wuuuuu~"
"Mom, you won't cook anymore?"
Mrs. Xia: "I will be busy in the future and won't have time to cook. If you feel sorry for your dad, then you can cook it yourself."
"Oh, by the way, Xiang Hong is not allowed to enter the kitchen."
Chen Xianghong was holding some pickles and was about to say that she would steam them, but her mother blocked her way.
"What's going on?" Chen Xianghong was puzzled. "Dad's cooking isn't tasty. Isn't this a waste of food?"
"Waste of food? If you can't finish it, just keep eating until it goes bad." Old Mrs. Xia finished her meal quickly. "One day, either you'll get used to it, or your dad's cooking skills will be perfected."
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