Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 173 Night Attack on Widow Liu (Fifth Watch)

Yang Huaming chuckled: "I'm not at the old Li's house in the village, I'm coming back from having a drink, I passed by your house, and I just have a stomachache, so I'll come in and fix it!"

Widow Liu snorted, and pushed Yang Huaming towards the door of the latrine: "There is a lot of gossip in front of the widow's door, so hurry up, we have no reason to be seen!"

Yang Huaming was digging at the door of the toilet, unable to get out.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Are you playing a rascal with my old lady?"

Widow Liu tried to break off Yang Huaming's fingers, but Yang Huaming grabbed her backhand.

He said with a playful smile: "What a cruel sister-in-law, you push me away when you see her! I don't care about my sister-in-law, and I want to hurt her, so why don't you make it easier for me, sister-in-law?"

When Widow Liu heard this, she immediately understood Yang Huaming's true intentions.

She was so frightened that her hands shook, she took a step back, and almost cried out.

There is a neighbor living next door, and his son is still writing in the house. This howling, shouldn't everyone be disturbed?

Widow Liu gritted her teeth and cursed Yang Huaming in a low voice: "You god damned, the widow is also teasing you, you're going to die, get out of here!"

She raised her foot to kick between Yang Huaming's legs, but Yang Huaming twisted his waist to avoid it.

"What a cruel sister-in-law, you kicked it and broke it, why should I hurt you later?"

With force, he brought Widow Liu into his arms, turned around and pressed her against the wall of the toilet behind him.

Wall bang!

Widow Liu was shackled between Yang Huaming's chest and the toilet wall. The woman's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Earlier, I heard that the fourth son Yang was famous for being romantic, and because of his good skin, he had affairs with many big girls and daughters-in-law in the village.

Widow Liu still doesn't believe it, but she has seen it this time.

"Sister-in-law, your man has been away for so many years, and you are all alone, are you panicking?"

Yang Huaming asked Widow Liu with a smile.

Widow Liu spit on Yang Huaming's face.

"Things that are shameless and impatient, you don't care about my old lady!"

"Hey, sister-in-law's saliva is so sweet!" Yang Huaming put some of it in his mouth with his finger, licked it, and smiled obscenely.

Widow Liu was so frightened that her calves trembled.

"Sister-in-law, I've missed you for a long time. Ever since I saw you halfway up the mountain on the day of Cold Clothes Festival, I've never thought about eating since I went home."

As Yang Huaming talked, his hands became dishonest, and he touched Widow Liu's waist.

Widow Liu pushed Yang Huaming's chest hard with her hands: "You bastard, you have a wife at home and you come out to steal. How many times have you never seen a woman?"

"Hitting is kissing and scolding is love, sister-in-law, hit me, but hit me vigorously!"

Yang Huaming began to speak incoherently, and while pulling Widow Liu's belt, he pushed her against the wall of the toilet.

The man's alcohol-smelling mouth gnawed wildly on the woman's face and neck...

"Damn it, I'm fighting with you!"

Widow Liu didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed Yang Huaming away several steps.

She picked up a dung fork placed by the side, and hit Yang Huaming all over the body!

Yang Huaming was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms, and one of his shoes fell into the cesspool under the squatting position.

Mu Zichuan, who heard the noise in the house, ran out, just in time to see a black figure turning over from the wall of his house.

When it landed, it fell with a bang!

Look at my own mother, who rushed out of the latrine with disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and a dung fork in her hand!

Mu Zichuan suddenly understood what was going on, the boy was as handsome as ever!

He clenched his fists and ran towards the gate of the courtyard, grabbing an earthen brick in his hand.

"Zi Chuan, don't chase, don't chase!"

Widow Liu dropped the dung fork and rushed up, grabbing Mu Zichuan's arm from behind.

Mu Zichuan didn't gnaw, and stared angrily at the outside of the yard, and he didn't seem to move his feet back.

Widow Liu was so anxious that she was about to burst into tears, she stepped in front of Mu Zichuan and begged in a low voice.

"Son, listen to what mother said, let's go home, will it be okay to go home?"

Mu Zichuan looked at his mother in front of him with tears streaming down his face and trembling all over. He frowned and turned back to the house.

Widow Liu gathered up her disheveled clothes and followed into the house.

Sitting on the stool in the main room, she kept wiping away her tears.

"Your father left early, left us mother and I brought you up, I don't know how many frights you have suffered all these years!"

"I'm looking forward to it day and night, saving food and money, and weaving until I'm blind. I hope you can study hard, get a good name in the future, and mother's hard life will come to an end!"

"It's good for you. You have just been admitted to be a scholar, and your mind is wild. You don't listen to your mother and think about fat..."

"My mother's life is really meaningless, and she is bullied like this by those rascals in the village. It's better to die..."

Mu Zichuan stood in front of Widow Liu with his fists clenched.

Seeing his mother crying with snot and tears, his heart was like a knife.

"A few years ago, you Gagonggapo advised me to remarry. I can't bear you, my son!"

"You must be successful, you must be proud of your mother, and when you are successful, we will be proud. In Changping Village, those rascals will never dare to bully us again..."

"boom!"

A muffled sound interrupted Widow Liu's crying.

Mu Zichuan was seen kneeling down in front of Widow Liu.

"Mother, it's my son's unfilial piety that made my mother wronged!"

Mu Zichuan choked up and said, "From now on, my son will have no distractions and study hard!"

He knocked his forehead against Widow Liu's feet three times.

"When my son is promising, I will take my mother out of Changping Village and out of this ghostly place!"

"well!"

Widow Liu nodded again and again, bent over to support Mu Zichuan, and patted the dust off his knees.

"With my son's words, mother will wake up laughing from her dreams."

"Well, my son will definitely live up to my mother's expectations!"

"Son, you should study hard, and you will be able to read it in the future. What kind of girls don't you have? A man, you can't keep your eyes on the palm-sized land in Changping Village, understand?"

Widow Liu patiently persuaded her again.

Mu Zichuan nodded, "Mom, I understand. Tomorrow, I will pack my bags and go to the school in the town to study hard."

The book has its own Yan Ruyu, and the book has its own golden house.

Yang Ruoqing, wait until the day when I, Mu Zichuan, become famous and return to my hometown in fine clothes.

I will definitely make you understand that I, Mu Zichuan, am a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than Luo Fengtang!

……

Yang Huaming returned home in a disheveled state. Mrs. Liu had coaxed her two daughters to sleep and was squatting at the foot of the bed with a basin to wash her body.

Seeing Yang Huaming coming in with two red and swollen bumps on his forehead, Mrs. Liu was startled.

"Her father, what's the matter with you? Are you fighting with someone?"

Mrs. Liu hurriedly pulled up her trousers, and hurried over.

She raised her hand to look at the bag on Yang Huaming's forehead, but Yang Huaming pushed it away.

"Accidentally bumped into the wall, nothing to look at, go to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)