Seeing Shumei so crazy, Xiong Qianqian and Boyi squatted behind Shumei and tried to persuade her.
Xiong Qianqian grabbed her arm, trying to pull her up from the ground and stop her crazy behavior. "Sister Shumei, don't do this. The dead cannot be resurrected. The dead are the greatest. Let the dead rest in peace! Calm down and get up..."
Although Shumei looked very sad, she did not burst into tears. There was not even a tear in her eyes. Her gaze was dull and there was no sign of life.
Seeing Xiong Qianqian's persuasion was fruitless, Boyi seemed to understand Shumei. Perhaps if he really let her vent, she would feel better. He shook his head gently at Xiong Qianqian, signaling her not to persuade him anymore.
Xiong Qianqian gave up, but Wu Ju was not at peace. She was still blaming Shumei for angering her son to death. At this critical juncture, Shumei actually ran into the trap. Wu Ju would not be satisfied unless she was punished.
While Zhang Xiaoqin wasn't noticing, Wu Ju plopped down on the ground, beating her chest and stamping her feet, crying, "Why is my life so miserable? Ever since I married this nemesis as my daughter-in-law, there has never been peace at home. She didn't even give us food to eat, and wanted to starve us old couple to death. When my son was well, he rushed to marry into my family. But he was injured because of her and her daughter, but she was so ungrateful that she ran away and hid away, abandoning the whole family. She angered my son to death and made me send him off before him. Now that he's dead, she comes back to cry over him, showing false compassion. My son has a miserable life! He can't even rest in peace after death. Oh, God! Open your eyes and look! He's left alone in his old age. She's trying to force us old couple to death..."
With Wu Ju fanning the flames, the villagers started talking about it.
"You really can't judge a person by his appearance! He usually looks quite virtuous."
"Isn't it? Seeing her carrying her baby to work in the brick factory to support the family, my husband even asked me to learn more from her. I never thought..."
"weasel……"
"The evil one..."
"Fox spirit..."
The villagers were talking so passionately that I wished I had said less.
Young Xiong Qianqian had never seen such a scene before. She stood up to defend Shumei and engaged in a tit-for-tat argument with the villagers, "Are you all just bored? What's it to you to worry about other people's affairs? You're really just the thief crying thief! I think you can't stand others being more virtuous and kind than you."
"Little girl, which village are you from? You're talking like a knife. What's it to you if we chat?"
"I, I, I... who I am is none of your business?"
"Hey! You even dyed your hair blonde, you're obviously not a serious person. Birds of a feather flock together. No one would believe you if you said you were serious. I wonder which red-light district you came from."
"Watch your mouth, you old witch..."
“You, you, you…”
The conflict escalated from verbal attacks to physical attacks. The woman, whom Xiong Qianqian called an old witch, began to punch and kick Xiong Qianqian. Xiong Qianqian was not to be outdone, and the two began to fight.
"Beat her to death, beat her to death, this shameless person."
"Come on Suhua! Come on Suhua!"
The villagers who were watching the fun were filled with righteous indignation and even cheered for the old witch Suhua.
Wu Ju had originally intended for everyone to point the finger at Shumei, but she was unexpectedly interrupted by Xiong Qianqian, who showed up mid-sentence. With Zhang Xiaoqin's help, she got up from the ground in disappointment, patted the dirt off her butt, and muttered to herself, "Really? Where did this Cheng Yaojin come from? He's so nosy and wasted my saliva for nothing."
Boyi carried Xiao Youchen to Zhang Binglin and went forward to forcibly pull the two apart. But the two of them kept coming closer like mad dogs, leaving Boyi like a rat in a bellows, being bullied from both ends, and being sandwiched between them like a meat bun.
"Come here, little bitch! I'll tear your stinky mouth apart." Suhua pointed at Xiong Qianqian's nose and cursed with saliva flying everywhere.
"Come on! Who's afraid of who? I'm afraid that you, a young lady, don't believe in bears." Xiong Qianqian was not to be outdone. She stretched her neck longer than a giraffe's and was so angry that her face turned red.
"Qianqian, just say less and go help me take care of Xiao Youchen." Boyi yelled at Xiong Qianqian and pushed her away forcibly.
Xiong Qianqian was still fuming, and hesitantly refused to move. Boyi gave her a stern look and a strong push, and she reluctantly moved towards Shumei.
"Don't go! Little bitch, your aunt..." The enraged Suhua couldn't just watch Xiong Qianqian slip away.
"Aunt Wu, calm down. She's just a child, she doesn't understand. You're a magnanimous person, a prime minister with a broad mind, so don't argue with her. The dead are the most important. Ji Zong has just been buried. You're disturbing the deceased by making such a fuss here. Aren't you afraid that he'll come to your house to chat with you on the night of his return?"
Boyi knew that these women were very difficult to deal with and that reasoning with them was impossible. But they were still women after all, and though they had great words, they were very timid.
It's true, Ji Zong's trick really works. When Wu Suhua heard it, she immediately lost her temper, stopped being so tough, and stopped rushing towards Boyi.
"My piglet has given birth, and I have to hurry back to deliver the baby. I'll settle the score with that little bitch another day." Wu Suhua found a way out for herself and walked down the mountain after saying that.
Led by Wu Suhua, other villagers also came down the mountain one after another.
Under Zhang Xiaoqin's persuasion, Wu Ju and Zhang Binglin also prepared to go down the mountain with Xiao Shuangning in their arms.
Soon, the woods, which had been bustling with activity just a moment ago, became deserted. Boyi and Xiong Qianqian stood guard behind Shumei, unsure how to persuade her. At least Shumei had stopped digging at the grave, less excited than before, and sat quietly in front of the grave, lost in thought.
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