"Mommy, the Hu family's idiot son has killed someone!"
The goose arrived at top speed, and Ruan Xianxian quietly withdrew from the threshing ground and ran off in the opposite direction.
The goose, puzzled, followed behind, asking, "Why are you running?"
Finding him too slow, Ruan Xianxian scooped up the goose and stuffed it into her arms.
"Why run? Everyone knows I can kill half a bull with one punch. If this causes a big commotion and the villagers ask me to help subdue this idiot, in front of everyone, should I go up or down?"
Taking action would ruin Ye Guo's long-standing plans, while not taking action would easily give them leverage against them.
She was almost raped by that idiot in her past life, and not personally ending the Hu family's fate was her bottom line as Huang Er's friend.
Help? Are you kidding me? There's not even a window, let alone a door!
If you encounter this, it would be foolish not to run.
Just then, a pained cry, unlike anything in human form, came from the direction of the Hu family's residence, "Ah!"
Ruan Xianxian stopped in her tracks and hid behind the old Xiang family's woodpile.
The aunties who were sifting pickled vegetables in the threshing ground paused, their eyes scanning the surroundings like radar to determine the direction, before dropping their tools and rushing towards the Hu family's house.
Meanwhile, the Hu family—
Hu Bin, with one arm severed, lay in a pool of blood, rolling around and screaming in agony. Moments later, the blood stained the ground beneath him.
Hu Daya, who was nearly five months pregnant, was awakened by the shouts. She pushed open the door and was so frightened by what she saw in the yard that she fell to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, she leaned against the door frame to barely stand up and rushed towards Hu Dabao, who was holding a wood-chopping knife high in the yard, his face contorted with rage, ready to strike again.
"Da Bao, what are you doing? Put down the knife!"
Hu Dabao, whose waist was being embraced and who was filled with excitement, did not even see the person's face clearly. He pushed Hu Daya away with great force and raised the knife at Hu Bin again.
Well--!
She fell heavily to the ground. The previous fall and the subsequent tumble left Hu Daya clutching her stomach, and blood soon appeared beneath her.
"Save, save our child." She tried to reach out to Hu Dabao, but received no response.
"Dabao, I'm your dad. Calm down. If you don't want to chop wood, then we won't. Put down the knife first."
Seeing Hu Dabao charging at him with his knife again, Hu Bin ignored his pain and kicked wildly, trying to back away with his only remaining hand.
"Listen to me, put the knife down. If you do, Dad will go to the cellar and get some corn for you to roast. This year's corn is very sweet as it just ripened."
He tried to appease his son, who had suddenly drawn his knife, with food, but fear overcame his familial affection.
We've escaped this calamity. As long as we escape this calamity, we'll send this fool far away. He's not only foolish, he's insane.
However, because his reputation in the village had declined significantly, the villagers were no longer sending him firewood for the winter.
With another new addition to the family, he was worried about not having enough firewood and planned to send his strong son, who was as strong as an ox, up the mountain to chop more. However, his son refused to go and insisted on staying home to play in the snow.
During the struggle between father and son, Hu Dabao suddenly raised his wood-chopping knife and chopped off his father's arm...
Under Hu Bin's constant reassurance, Hu Dabao gradually lowered the hand that was holding the knife, tilted his head with his face covered in blood, and said, "Eat corn."
"Yes, yes, let's eat corn. Put down the knife first, and Dad will go to the cellar to get it for you." Seeing a glimmer of hope, Hu Bin continued to coax.
Just as Hu Dabao was about to lower his hand, the gate to the neighboring courtyard opened wide, and suddenly a girl screamed:
"Ah! Murder! Murder! The Hu family idiot has killed someone!"
The girl's voice was high-pitched and thin, and she was so frightened that she froze on the spot, holding onto the door frame without moving, her eyes wide open.
The sound made Hu Dabao, who had calmed down a bit, agitated again. Hu Bin cursed inwardly and raised his voice without thinking, "Dabao, tell her to shut up."
Distract him; if we can get Da Bao to focus his attention on the neighbor next door, he'll have a chance to escape.
A ruthless glint flashed in Hu Bin's eyes.
Hu Dabao had the same idea. He learned to kill animals from Ye Guo. In the summer, there were many mosquitoes, rats and ants that disturbed people's sleep. Hu Dabao also learned to eliminate the source of noise so that nothing would disturb his sleep.
He drew his knife and charged at the girl next door who was frozen in terror.
Chop her up, chop her up; once you cut her neck, there will be no more of that annoying noise.
When people are terrified to the extreme, they really can't move their feet. The girl's feet seemed rooted to the spot, and she could only watch helplessly as the sharp, cold blade hurtled towards her face...
At the crucial moment, an old, withered hand reached out from behind, grabbed the girl's clothes, and slammed the courtyard gate shut. With a bang, the woodcutter's axe landed on the thick gate.
The girl fell heavily to the ground and turned around abruptly, "Grandpa?"
But who's behind me?
Undeterred, she looked around the small courtyard, but there was no one there. Yes, her beloved grandfather had passed away two years ago.
At this moment, she burst into tears and knelt down on both knees.
"Grandpa, Grandpa, you're back. It was your spirit in heaven that protected me. You protected me once again."
There was no shortage of timber in the countryside, and the door they built themselves was very sturdy. Hu Dabao couldn't split it open with two strokes, so he kicked and shoved the door in frustration.
After the busy farming season, there's basically no work to be done in the fields. Every household is preparing food and firewood for the winter, and people who hear the commotion rush over.
The aunties shouted excitedly while being frightened, "Murder! The Hu family's idiot killed his own father!"
The men were relatively calmer. "Da Bao, put the knife down first. Murder is against the law. Listen to your uncle, put the knife down first."
They surrounded the enemy but did not attack, fearing that the fool might suddenly attack and hurt people, and no one was willing to risk their own life.
But what does a fool know about murder? All he knows is that these annoying flies are chattering away, making his brain explode, and he wants them all to shut up.
Just then, a large group of people who had been scavenging pickled vegetables in the threshing ground arrived, and Hu's mother happened to be among them. Since something had happened to her family, the crowd automatically made way for her.
Without even glancing at her son, who was brandishing a machete and confronting the villagers, she rushed into her own yard. When the blinding red of the yard came into view, she could no longer contain the horror on her face.
Her husband, who had lost an arm, and her daughter, who was bleeding profusely beneath her, made her eyes bloodshot and brought her to the brink of madness.
"Mom, eat some corn." A voice sounded from behind. Hu's mother turned around abruptly and slapped Hu Dabao without thinking.
She pointed hysterically at the two people on the ground, "Those are your father and your sister, are you crazy?"
Hu Dabao didn't care. "I don't want to chop firewood. I want to play in the snow. Mom, let's eat corn!"
Perhaps Hu Dabao's intimacy gave Hu's mother enough courage, and she grabbed her son's collar and shook him violently as if she were crazy.
"That's your father, your own father, you beast! Eat, eat, eat! Why don't you just die?"
Hu Bin's pupils shrank sharply. "Get out of the way!"
It's too late...
Hu's mother's hysteria drove Hu Dabao mad, and without thinking, he chopped her down with a knife.
puff--
The machete struck Wu's mother squarely on the forehead, cutting three inches into her eye. It was just a hair's breadth away from splitting her head in two like slicing a watermelon.
Before she died, Wu's mother's eyes were wide open, as if filled with regret and disbelief, and her body finally slammed straight to the ground.
Blood flowed from the split bones, and he died with his eyes wide open...
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