Chapter 430 Quail
It was still snowing and it was time to get off work, so my mother had to hurry home to cook.
Therefore, although I still have the urge to listen to gossip and watch the excitement, watching the excitement can only be an after-dinner entertainment. It is more important to go home and cook.
So he waved to the two of them and said, "Okay, okay, it's getting late. Hurry up and come to my house for dinner another day when you have time."
When the two arrived at the Song family's house, the door was closed as usual.
Song Zhili stepped forward and raised his hand to knock on the door.
Xia Zhizhi stopped him: "Go away, let me do it!"
Song Zhili paused, turned sideways and walked aside.
Xia Zhizhi flew up and kicked.
She kicked with enough force that, if nothing unexpected happened, the bolt inside should have broken with a clang, breaking into two pieces.
But she didn't know that this door had been smashed down by the family of Song Zhijie's blind date during the day, and now it was just hung there for show.
She used so much force that she stepped on the door and flew into the yard.
The door panel hit the yard with a clang, and the newly fallen snow was very soft and was shaken into layers of white.
It had been a long time since we last saw Xia Zhizhi, and the Song family's dog didn't recognize her for a moment. It poked its head out of the doghouse with its teeth bared and rushed up.
Before the dog could bark, the snowflakes fell to the ground. The dog saw the true face of the person coming and ran around Xia Zhizhi very naturally, then returned to its own kennel with its tail tucked in.
The heating stove in the Song family's house was smashed flat during the day and one of its legs was broken. Song Yong managed to make it round by hammering it around, and then he picked up a few broken bricks and put them in place of the broken leg. It was finally usable.
But the chimney of the stove was broken. When the fire was lit, the smoke filled the whole house and made people cough. It was impossible to burn the fire, and it was very cold. I could only make do with it for now and deal with the rest tomorrow.
Fortunately, the noise was not so severe after the stove was lit. The whole family was exhausted from the torment and lost the desire to communicate. They gathered around the stove in a listless state, warming themselves by the fire and waiting for dinner.
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the whole family was frightened.
Old Mrs. Song thought that the woman was not satisfied and wanted to score again.
Suddenly, he was angry and shocked. He stood up angrily and said, "This was just a rumor in the first place. They have scolded me and smashed things, but they still hold on to this small matter. Are they trying to force me to death?"
The old lady angrily pulled up the thick curtain at the door to block out the wind and looked outside.
Then I saw Xia Zhizhi standing on the door panel with her hands on her hips in the middle of the yard.
The old lady lowered the curtain, then opened it again. She took a closer look and saw that it was still Xia Zhizhi, not herself.
It was already cold in the room, and the old lady pulled the curtain up and down, then put it down and pulled it down again. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew into the room in waves, making Song Zhijie sneeze.
Song Zhijie said something like "Ah Qiu Ah Qiu" and rubbed his nose and asked in a buzzing voice: "Grandma, who is it?"
Old Mrs. Song's face was as gloomy as water. She just felt that this was a bad year for her family and did not answer his question immediately.
Song Zhijie was unhappy to see the old lady keeping a secret, but he didn't want to stand up to see what was going on. He could only yell impatiently, "Why are you lifting the curtain? The stove was blown out again. Who is it?"
Without waiting for the old lady to answer, Xia Zhizhi had already strode over. She had no sense of public morality and pushed away the old lady Song who was blocking the door: "It's me!"
When they heard Xia Zhizhi's voice, the expressions of the other members of the Song family changed drastically.
The old lady was just cursing the family she was engaged to be with for being unpolite.
When I saw Xia Zhizhi at this moment, I suddenly felt that their family was really particular about things.
Even if the woman's family was unhappy, they would just run to the workplace to curse and then rush to the Song family, banging on the door, kicking the stove, and throwing pots and pans.
After all, they are not bandits. The reason they are making such a fuss is nothing more than to make things clear and let everyone know that the cancellation of the engagement was due to the Song family's dishonesty and had nothing to do with the woman. It was just a last resort to save their reputation.
They just threw things and cursed at people, but didn't hit anyone.
The door was kicked, the pot was hit, the stove was smashed, the tables, chairs and benches were all broken, and the house was a mess. It looked like there was a lot of damage, but it would only take a little effort to clean up.
It won’t cost much to have someone come and repair the damaged furniture someday.
At most, a dozen or so yuan for labor and material costs would be enough. At most, it would look a little ugly after the repair, but it would not affect its usability.
This amount of money is not an unaffordable expense for the Song family.
But Xia Zhizhi is different. When she beats people, she beats them ruthlessly, even though she doesn't actually use any brutal force, the person being beaten doesn't think so.
Last year, Old Man Song and Song Zhijie were beaten by her and sent to the hospital, and the medical treatment alone cost a lot of money.
Money is a small matter. Only those who suffer know it.
When they saw Xia Zhizhi, the Song family members felt a pang in their hearts, and they felt as if every bone in their body was aching.
Although he didn't know what she was doing coming to his house, but judging by Xia Zhizhi's character, no matter what she did, it would not be good.
People are really afraid of comparison. It would be better if the girl's family was just angry and then came to get married again.
Xia Zhizhi had already walked to the stove. She crossed her arms and scanned the faces of several people.
Several people suddenly felt a chill on their backs and tingling on their scalps.
Xia Zhizhi's gaze stayed on Old Man Song.
Old man Song shuddered violently as if he had been electrocuted. He was originally still shouting, saying that he had twisted his waist when the woman was quarreling and pushing him.
When he saw Xia Zhizhi, his waist pain was gone, and his legs were no longer weak. He stood up from the chair swiftly and walked to the side.
Xia Zhizhi felt it was a pity, snorted coldly, walked over and sat down, then stretched out her white and tender hands and went to the stove to roast them.
She didn't say anything, and the other members of the Song family were like quails with their necks strangled, not saying a word.
Finally, Song Zhijie lost his temper and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing in my house?"
Xia Zhizhi's face was as gloomy as water. She stared at the jumping flames in the stove and did not respond to Song Zhijie.
Seeing her expression that looked like she was ready to hurt someone at any time, Song Zhijie moved his chair a little further away from her, thinking that if she was about to beat someone up later, he would avoid getting hit twice if he stayed away.
Xia Zhizhi roasted the fire for a while before she said slowly, "How dare you ask me why I came to your house?"