The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

Have you ever seen a pig being slaughtered for the New Year? Jia Zhangshi looks about 80% like that now. Five middle-aged women grabbed Jia Zhangshi by the hands and feet and lifted her out. One of them grabbed Jia Zhangshi's ear. She originally wanted to grab her hair, but when she saw how greasy and dirty it was, with small creatures running around in her hair, she almost died of disgust.

"Help! Murder!" Jia Zhangshi was unable to move, her face filled with terror, and she let out screams like a pig being slaughtered.

After a long, laborious effort, the group finally managed to carry Jia Zhangshi to the center of the courtyard. Just as they were about to give up, *thud*, the old, fat woman crashed to the ground, sending shivers down their spines. Looking at the other women, they were exhausted after only a few dozen steps, panting heavily. This woman must weigh over 200 pounds! How could anyone be this fat these days? They all considered themselves well-off and quite well-fed, but compared to this old woman, they were nothing.

On the other hand, Jia Zhangshi's head was somewhat cleared by the blow. Opening her eyes, she looked around carefully and saw a group of women. "Tch..." Her heart had been pounding; she'd thought the police had arrived, almost scaring her to death. Since they were just a bunch of worthless women, what was there to be afraid of? There were even a few delicate young women among them, making them even easier to deal with. Jia Zhangshi had dominated the neighborhood streets for years, and she'd never been afraid of these women. Whether it was arguing or throwing a tantrum, who could stand against her?

Oh right, I just heard someone outside say it was the Women's Federation? So what? Everyone talks a big game about the Women's Federation, but Zhang Xiaohua isn't afraid. Today, let me test the mettle of these money-losing wretches, and see what they're made of...

His eyes darted around, and an idea came to him. He would first use his signature move to show these women what he was capable of.

One has to admire her; the old woman does have some talent. She performed a shamanistic dance in front of the police earlier, and today, facing the Women's Federation, she sang a Beijing-style drum ballad—she never repeats herself. With a clap of her hands, raising a cloud of dust, she began to sing.

"All crows in the sky are equally black, so where did this flock of jinxes come from?"

"Old Jia, Old Jia, come quick! Bring Ox-Head and Horse-Face with you!"

"Those money-losing bastards are too arrogant, and the orphans and widows are truly pitiful."

"Take them all away and send them to the consumptive devil as foot baths."

No one uttered a sound, except for Jia Zhangshi, whose mouth opened and closed, accompanied by animated hand gestures, putting on a great show. The surrounding residents automatically took a dozen steps back. "What the hell! Is this courtyard haunted? A few days ago, Yang Ruihua spewed vulgarities, openly slandering Xinhua State, and today Jia Zhangshi is no less blatant! How can she say such things? Doesn't she know the meaning of death?"

Director Liu was furious. Pointing at the fat old woman, she stammered for a long time, unable to utter a single word. She never expected that anyone would dare to utter such feudal dregs. No wonder, no wonder such a big event happened in this courtyard! Just how much poison still lingers in this courtyard? She would definitely negotiate with the neighborhood committee when she got back, and strictly manage this courtyard. They couldn't let it go any longer, or something even worse would happen.

A young woman standing nearby was much more direct. Dressed in military green, she seemed to be from the army, and her temper was easily ignited. After carefully listening to what Jia Zhangshi was singing, her face immediately darkened. Holding a thick wooden ruler, the kind used by private tutors in the past, she walked up to Jia Zhangshi and smacked her fat face twice.

"Slap! Slap!"

In just two swift movements, a yellowed tooth flew out of Jia Zhangshi's mouth, trailing a thin line of blood. Jia Zhangshi's singing stopped abruptly, like a chicken being strangled. Before she could fully process the pain, she could no longer feel her mouth.

The old fat woman's mouth swelled up at a visible speed, but she looked dazed, as if she didn't understand what had happened, or simply couldn't believe that this young wench dared to hit her in front of so many people.

The female cadre didn't stop there. She was about to hit her again, but she found that Jia Zhangshi's hands had begun to resist, so no matter how she hit her, it was a bit difficult. She then had two older women hold Jia Zhangshi's arms on either side, and only then was she satisfied.

"So you think you're as black as a crow? A jinx? A money-loser? You want to give us away as foot baths?"

For every question asked, he received a stroke of the cane.

"Clap clap clap..."

The sound of the ruler falling didn't sound like it was hitting a person's face at all; it sounded more like it was pounding a piece of pork belly. With each strike, Jia Zhangshi's plump body trembled violently, and she could only let out cries of "Ah ah ah," unable to utter a single complete word.

The neighbors were utterly silent. Some women had already taken their children home; the scene was simply too bloody and violent, and witnessing it too often would give them nightmares. For the first time, everyone present had a direct and vivid understanding of how terrifying the Women's Federation could be when it got serious. This was a real fight! A fight to the death!

Director Liu just watched, not uttering a word to stop her. Conventional criticism and education were utterly useless against a stubborn woman like Jia Zhangshi, whose mind was filled with feudal dregs and who dared to openly insult female cadres and curse the new China. This kind of swift and decisive action was needed to crush her arrogance and teach her a lesson in pain and fear! Today was also a good opportunity to kill a chicken, to show this beastly woman in the courtyard what real power was, and to establish authority.

He slapped her more than a dozen times before stopping. By then, Jia Zhangshi's face was unrecognizable. Even if Jia Dongxu, who had lost both legs, came to the hospital, he wouldn't recognize his own mother. How to describe it? Think of the character in the movie "From Beijing with Love" who tested gunpowder in her mouth—she ended up looking exactly like Jia Zhangshi now, her lips completely everted, teeth exposed, with blood, yellow liquid, and saliva constantly flowing from her.

The two older women put her down, and Jia Zhangshi collapsed to the ground. A puddle of urine lay on the ground, and she was already unconscious. Occasional coughs as she breathed air and her legs twitching from time to time indicated that the old fat woman was still alive.

"Take her away!" Director Liu finally spoke. "Send her to the cowshed for a month tomorrow, and we'll see how she is punished afterward, depending on her daughter-in-law's condition."

"Yes"

The women's federation members, without a second thought, simply tied the old woman up tightly with rope. Then, several women dragged Jia Zhangshi out of the yard, not caring if she bumped her head. Their methods were so crude and ruthless that the police station's actions seemed like a model of humane law enforcement and harmonious relations with the people.