When He Bei saw his younger brother and sister being beaten, he started to beat He Hong as well.
In an instant, all the children joined the fight, and in the end, they didn't distinguish between friend and foe and started beating anyone they saw.
Luo Quanxiang came back first. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her youngest son being ridden and beaten by He Fang from the third room.
The other son was also beaten black and blue, and he started cursing at the top of his voice, "You bunch of bastards, how dare you hit my son? You want to die, don't you? You have parents who gave birth to you but don't raise you. Son, if someone hits you, tell me and I'll help you vent your anger."
In fact, He Bei didn't remember who beat him up, so he just pointed out the two people he hated the most, He Hong and He Fang from the third room, and told the story with exaggeration.
So this is what everyone saw: Luo Quanxiang was chasing He Hong all over the yard.
He Fang panicked and tried to run, but He Bei pulled her back and threw her towards her mother.
The clever He Xi had already slipped into his mother's room and was quietly watching the situation outside through the window.
Tian Xiaocui was not willing to accept the beating when she saw her child being beaten, and she started fighting with Luo Quanxiang, saying all sorts of words. She even imitated the six-year-old He Fang and called her a little whore and a horseman.
Several men in the He family looked at the farce in front of them coldly and urged Mrs. He to start the meal quickly.
As soon as Mrs. He entered the kitchen, the steamed buns were gone, the pot lid was broken in two and thrown on the ground, and there was a huge hole in the middle of the iron pot. If Mr. He behind her hadn't supported her in time, Mrs. He would have fallen to the ground.
"Which fool broke my pot? Do you think life is too easy?"
The trouble-making children, Hetian Xiaocui and Luo Quanxiang, were ordered by Old Lady He to kneel in the yard and were beaten with thin bamboo sticks, but no one dared to cry.
In the end, it was Mr. He who urged them to cook faster, and Mrs. He finally stopped and took out a clay pot that had not been used for a long time from the corner and cooked some corn porridge for a few people.
Because the hole in the iron pot was too big, it cost Mrs. He more than one dollar to repair it, which made her very sad.
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