At the same time, Li Dacheng's family...
The small room was in a mess. There was a basin of water and a torn towel on the table.
On the bed, Li Dacheng was groaning in discomfort.
Because he took too long to take a bath in the creek last night, he started to have a fever in the second half of the night.
I felt dizzy, weak all over, nauseous and wanted to vomit. It felt like I was living a life worse than death.
His illness made Zhou Xia very distressed.
She hardly slept all night, and kept cooling Li Dacheng down physically, applying wet towels to his forehead and stomach.
I finally felt like it wasn't so hot anymore, but it was burning again in the morning. My lips were so dry and chapped that it was difficult for me to even sit up.
Fu Qiumei looked at her son's condition and pushed all the blame onto Zhou Xia, blaming her for not taking good care of her son.
He just started scolding her harshly, and the scolding was particularly harsh, without caring at all whether Zhou Xia could accept it or not.
Because she was sure that her daughter-in-law would not dare to talk back and had already been under her control.
"And you, a money-loser, didn't you see that your father was sick? Why didn't you go and call Doctor Xiao over?" Fu Qiumei was furious when she looked at Daya.
As he said this, he pushed her away, as if to kick her out of the room.
When Zhou Xia saw that her daughter was being treated differently again, she dared neither get angry nor say anything. She just stood there obediently and endured it.
Fu Qiumei looked at her son, who looked so vulnerable. She was angry and distressed. "Dacheng, why did you drink so much last night? Now you've become a celebrity in the village. Everyone knows that you fell into the toilet and are covered in shit."
Li Dacheng was dizzy from the burns, and veins on the back of his hands bulged with anger. He said fiercely, "Who the hell told this to others? I'm going to pull out his tongue when I get better."
"I'll have to wait until you're well before I can pull out his tongue. Now you can't even sit up, how can you talk about revenge?
I'm not saying anything bad about you, but how could you, a grown-up like you, fall into the toilet?
Now when I see you, I will remember how you were covered in shit last night, and I can't even eat breakfast." Fu Qiumei did not hide her disgust.
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