Chapter 271 Pain

Zhao Meng is seven years old this year, not much older than Ju Ge'er.

But he was actually very thin and skinny, and it looked like he was not even as tall as Ju Ge'er.

At this moment, Zhao Meng's eyes were red, and he rubbed the corner of his clothes with his hands: "...Grandma Wei, is Ah Ju okay? If it weren't for me, Ah Ju wouldn't have been injured..."

Although Mrs. Wei felt very distressed when she saw the wound on Ju Ge'er's head, she couldn't say a single harsh word when she saw Zhao Meng and his mother looking so uneasy and self-blaming - after all, they were also victims in this matter.

"The wound has been bandaged, and the doctor said it's not a serious injury." Mrs. Wei sighed, "Ameng's mother, our brother Ju has also told us what happened. We are not unreasonable people, and we will not blame you and Ameng... But Ameng's father, should he come over to give an explanation?"

Zhao Meng's mother's face turned red as if water could drip out. She stood up uncomfortably: "...The child's father is, he is sleeping..."

This time Mrs. Wei was really angry.

You broke someone else's child's head, and you're still sleeping there?!

I guess the mother and son came to visit Ju Ge'er with these gifts out of their own will.

Mrs. Wei became angrier and angrier as she thought about it, and she slammed her hand on the table.

Zhao Meng and his mother were both startled. They stood there like frightened rabbits with red eyes, not knowing where to put their hands and feet.

Mrs. Wei had a headache again and felt a little uneasy.

The mother and son were so frightened by the slightest disturbance, you can imagine what kind of environment they live in.

No wonder a seven-year-old child looks so skinny!

The more Mrs. Wei thought about it, the angrier she became. She confiscated the eggs brought by the mother and son, and forced them into Zhao Meng's mother's hands, asking her to take them back.

"Ju Ge'er is asleep now. You can come to see him when he wakes up tomorrow morning." Mrs. Wei tried to soften her tone as much as possible so as not to scare Zhao Meng.

Zhao Mengniang and his wife saw that although Mrs. Wei confiscated their eggs, she also politely escorted them out personally, as if she really didn't blame them at all.

Zhao Mengniang and her husband returned home anxiously.

But Mrs. Wei had no intention of giving up.

She has four sons. Except for Ju Ge'er, whose father is still in the county, there are three strong and young ones in the family now!

Mother Wei asked her three sons to fetch a stick and led them to the Zhao family.

The younger generation of the Yu family had their heads broken by someone, and as a grandmother she was so angry that she took her sons to the home of the perpetrator to seek justice. It was reasonable, wasn't it?

It was evening, freezing cold, and there were almost no villagers wandering around outside. Mrs. Wei, along with Yu Daniu, Yu Erhu, and Yu Siyang, went straight to the Zhao family.

When Zhao Meng's mother opened the door, she was stunned for a moment, her face turned pale, and she stammered: "Wei, Aunt Wei, you, you are..."

Mrs. Wei patted Zhao Meng's mother's arm calmly and said, "...Ameng's mother, this matter has nothing to do with you and Ameng. We are just talking to Ameng's father. Think about it, this time he was drunk and hit our Ju Ge'er with a stone. What if Ameng is the only one around next time?"

Zhao Meng's mother shuddered slightly.

She glanced at the three tall and strong sons behind Mrs. Wei, and a gleam of struggle flashed in her eyes. In the end, she said nothing, bit her lip, and stepped aside to make way.

Mrs. Wei nodded at Zhao Meng's mother in a good mood, and brought her three sons into the courtyard.

"...In which room is the person sleeping?" asked Mrs. Wei.

Zhao Meng's mother didn't say anything, but her eyes drifted towards the main house.

Mrs. Wei understood what she meant and took her three sons directly to the main house.

Zhao Meng came out of the west room in a daze: "Mom, aren't those Ah Ju's grandmother and uncles...how..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Meng's mother grabbed her skinny son into her arms and carried him to the west room.

Zhao Meng looked back at the main house hesitantly: "Dad is still here..."

Zhao Meng's mother covered Zhao Meng's mouth again and pushed Zhao Meng into the west room.

Soon, a scream was heard from the main room.

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Yu Daniu was speechless, he just waved the stick at Zhao Youcai's face, and before anything happened, Zhao Youcai screamed as if he had done something to him!

"You're still yelling?" Yu Daniu narrowed his eyes and put on a vicious look, "You broke my brother Ju'er's head, and you still have the nerve to yell?"

Zhao Youcai was almost sober now, and hid in the corner of the kang like a wolf: "--Yu Daniu, what are you guys doing, breaking into a private house!"

Yu Daniu didn't take it seriously at all: "Even if you report it to the police, my family is in the right first! You hit my brother Ju with a stone and made his head bleed so much, you are murdering him!"

Zhao Youcai stiffened his neck and said, "He, he deserves it! Who allowed him to come up here by himself? It's only natural for me to beat my son, and it's not against the law! He came up here by force, and he asked for it if he got hurt!"

"You're full of bullshit!" Mrs. Wei was furious. She said in a sullen voice, "Big Boss, Second Boss, Fourth Boss, show him some color!"

"Okay, mom!"

Yu Daniu dragged Zhao Youcai off the kang like a hungry wolf dragging a chicken, and Zhao Youcai struggled and screamed miserably.

Yu Erhu pulled a quilt from the kang and threw it directly at Zhao Youcai. The three brothers looked at each other and hit the quilt hard with the sticks in their hands.

Beating someone with a quilt as a cushion will not leave any scars on the body, and basically nothing will happen. It can also teach Zhao Youcai a lesson!

The three brothers of the Yu family beat Zhao Youcai severely under the quilt.

Zhao Youcai howled like a ghost, screaming in pain: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, stop—ah!"

Mother Wei watched coldly from the side, and when it was almost done, she waved her hand and told her three sons to stop.

"... I tell you, Zhao Youcai," said Mrs. Wei coldly, "what happened tonight is a little lesson for you. Also, if you are really a master, you can come and beat my three sons at any time. If you dare to do such a cowardly thing as beating your wife and son, you must also be prepared to be beaten!"

Mrs. Wei raised her voice, "Did you hear that?!"

Zhao Youcai cried out in pain all over his body. Even if Mrs. Wei asked him if he heard her or not, he would bark twice!

"I heard it!" Zhao Youcai lost all his previous arrogance. He gasped in pain and begged for mercy.

Only then did Mrs. Wei leave with her three sons.

When Zhao Youcai saw that the people had left, he immediately started to scream in pain, and while he was screaming in pain, he cursed: "Where have you been hiding, bitch? I'm about to be beaten to death!"

Zhao Youcai kept cursing for a long time before Zhao Meng's mother came in with a basin of water and wanted to help Zhao Youcai wash.

Zhao Youcai was about to kick someone, but his foot hit the part of his body that was hurt by the beating from Yu's family.

Zhao Youcai hissed and took a breath of cool air, his face pale. He felt so much pain all over his body that he didn't even have the strength to hit anyone.

Zhao Meng's mother stood by the kang, looking at Zhao Youcai who was swearing in pain but unable to move, and a look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.