Chapter 8 A farce caused by a chicken
What is that white stuff on the stove?
Meat, where does the meat come from?
At this moment, Mrs. Gu's eyes fell on a pile of chicken feathers behind the stove. She felt as if her foot was pricked by a steel needle. She jumped three feet high and wailed like a bereaved mother, "My darling Huahua!"
The egret chicken, which laid the most eggs in the family and whom she loved the most, had now become meat on the chopping board.
"Bitch, bitch, I'm going to tear your rotten mouth off and make you pay for my chicken's death!"
Old Mrs. Gu was full of regret at this time. She had smelled the aroma of cooking meat in the morning and thought that the Zhang family next door were eating meat again. She cursed inwardly several times. She never thought that it was her own chicken that suffered.
All the chickens in the house are raised by her, and each one is her life.
Faced with the fact that his property was robbed and his beloved was killed.
Mrs. Gu was anxious and angry, and all the fear that Song Liyun brought to her disappeared.
At this moment, her waist and legs were no longer sore. She suddenly became full of energy, her face was ferocious, and she gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to eat someone alive. She didn't ask for anyone's help and pounced on Song Liyun.
Song Liyun didn't fight back, but waved her arms and screamed in fear: "Grandma, please don't hit me anymore. I just want to kill the chicken to thank my second uncle for his hard work."
If you ignore the kitchen knife in her hand, she looks like a frightened girl.
Song Liyun was yelling and waving the kitchen knife around in a mess. No matter how angry Mrs. Gu was, she didn't dare to get close. She could only raise a stick of firewood and yell, "You bitch, put the knife down or I'll beat you to death!"
The more she scolded, the more happily Song Liyun jumped, which caused Mrs. Gu to bang her sticks here and there, and pots and pans were thrown to the floor, making the kitchen a mess.
Song Lao Er was completely troubled!
It was just a few words, how could it become such a commotion? He yelled a few times to try to stop it, but Mrs. Gu didn't listen at all and continued to chase Song Liyun and beat her.
Finally, when only the pot of chicken was left intact in the kitchen, Song Liyun "struggled" to rush out of the door from under Gu Po's stick and hid behind Song Lao Er.
After all this activity, Song Liyun's face flushed red, her eyes sparkled, and she kept muttering, "Second Uncle, help me! Don't let grandma beat me to death! Second Uncle, you love Yun'er the most! When I marry into the Xue family, I'll give you all their money."
Silver, silver!
Song Lao Er's drowsy head suddenly became clear, and his thoughts raced: The second girl was saying that if she married into the Xue family, not only would he get fifty taels, but he could also bring back more silver in the future.
He grabbed the stick that Gu Pozi had thrown at him and yelled, "Mother, what are you trying to do? The second girl said she killed the chicken to thank me for arranging her a marriage. It's just one chicken, how much can it be worth? I'll return ten to you in two days."
Mrs. Gu had been suffering from back and leg pain all morning, and now she was even more breathless after all the fighting.
She put her hands on her hips and pointed at the hiding Song Liyun, saying viciously, "I don't care. I don't want the money. I'm going to beat her to death... If she dares to eat... eat my reed chicken today, tomorrow... tomorrow she'll dare to tear the roof off the house. I'd rather beat her to death than let her have a good life."
All the new and old grudges surged into her heart, and Mrs. Gu didn't notice at all that Song Lao Er's face had darkened.
Seeing that his mother was still making trouble without caring about anything, Song Lao Er suddenly broke the firewood stick in his hand and threw it on the ground. He twisted his face and squeezed out a word through his teeth: "Mom, if you make trouble again, don't blame your son for being unfilial."
Song Lao Er was spoiled by her when he was growing up, and he inherited her bad temper. He would get into fights if he disagreed with something.
Although he wouldn't hit his mother, it was common for him to smash pots and bowls and beat his wife.
He usually spends a lot of money on drinking and there is never enough money at home to spend.
Now he can get money by selling his niece, and after establishing a good relationship with her, maybe she can come to his house anytime to ask for some wine. How could he not want his business to be ruined by his mother?
Seeing her son turning against her to defend that bitch, Mrs. Gu felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Her whole body ached, and her legs went limp as she sat on the ground and burst into tears: "Oh God! Please come and take me away! The son I raised with so much effort is disobedient and lets that bitch bully me. I won't live any longer..."
Song Lao Er had been accustomed to his mother's tantrums since he was a child, so he was not surprised at this. He ignored her and turned to Song Liyun, forcing a bright smile and said, "My dear niece, your uncle will remember what you said today! From now on, you will pay for all the wine and food for your uncle!"
Song Liyun also showed a sincere smile: "Uncle, don't worry, my niece will keep her promise and will definitely give you a good beating in the future!"
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On the kang table in the main room, boiled chicken was placed in the middle, and a plate of fried peanuts and dried sweet potato pieces were served as side dishes.
Song Defu sat cross-legged on the kang and took a sip of wine, adding a hint of alcohol to his already rosy round face.
He looked at Song Liyun, who was busy biting a chicken leg, and said, "Second girl, do you keep your word? Are you trying to trick your uncle?"
Song Liyun ate a bite of chicken leg and a bite of peanuts, her mouth greasy as she ate. She said incoherently, "Don't worry, Second Uncle. As long as I marry into the Xue family, I will serve the master of the Xue family so well that he won't dare to go east or west, and won't dare to go up the mountain or down the river.
The Xue family has plenty of money, so giving you a few taels of silver is nothing.
I am the mistress of the house, so even if it means I get half of the family property, it is my duty. Even if Master Xue doesn’t agree, it won’t work.”
Song Lao Er smiled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, the second girl is right. As soon as you enter the door, you will be the wife of the Xue family. Just give some money to your second uncle."
He still has self-knowledge. The Xue family is not a charity. On the surface, they are just local tycoons, but they have many street thugs at home and do a lot of extortion behind the scenes.
Song Lao Er didn't dare to ask for half of the Xue family's fortune, he would be satisfied as long as he had some pocket money.
When he thought about the Xue family's money flowing into his family in the future, he became itchy and anxious, scratching his ears and cheeks, and regretting it endlessly.
If he had known that the second girl was so sensible, he should not have kept her in the city just for the monthly salary of 200 coins from the restaurant.
If I had sent the person to Mr. Xue a few years earlier, I could have drunk good wine for a few more years.
Looking at Song Liyun who was eating diligently, Song Lao Er pushed the plate in front of her with a "loving" look on his face: "Eat, eat! If one chicken is not enough, kill another one."
Song Liyun grinned: "Second Uncle is so kind, then kill another fat one."
As she spoke, she reached out to grab the chicken. When Song Laoer was not paying attention, the chicken in the basin disappeared quickly and strangely.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Gu, her eyes swollen and her voice hoarse from crying, wailed as she cleaned up the broken dishes: "That damned beast, he must have died a miserable death after eating my chicken."
I don’t know whether he was scolding Song Laoer or Song Liyun.
Little Gu sat in front of the stove with a listless look on her face, feeling very tired.
He was clearly tortured by Song Liyun today, but Song Lao Er didn't believe those words at all. Not only did he not care, he also scolded himself for being useless.
So when Mrs. Gu was playing in the kitchen, she hid in the main room and didn't come out. As a result, Song Lao Er grabbed her collar and dragged her to the kitchen, slapped her in the face, and forced her to cook for Song Liyun.
Pooh!
Song Lao Er usually only cares about his own comfort and enjoyment. He didn't even believe that his wife was beaten, and now he has to cook and serve that little bitch!
Anger was brewing in Xiao Gu's heart. She didn't dare to target Song Lao Er, so she naturally directed it at Song Liyun.
(End of this chapter)
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