Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

"Yuhua, Yuhua, stop hitting me... stop hitting me, I really know I was wrong!" Yan Jiecheng cried out in terror.

Liu Yuhua was in a fit of rage and wouldn't listen to a word. She kicked Yan Jiecheng to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, she sat directly on Yan Jiecheng, almost making him pass out.

Under Yan Jiecheng's horrified gaze, Liu Yuhua swung her hand in a wide arc, slapping him repeatedly across the face like rain.

"Clap clap clap".

"Aaaaaah!"

Yan Jiecheng screamed wildly as he was beaten, but Liu Yuhua was like a mountain, sitting on top of him, so even if he wanted to run away, he couldn't.

Liu Yuhua swung her hands around with incredible speed, striking with both hands. In just a few blows, Yan Jiecheng was stunned and on the verge of rolling his eyes back.

Just then, the residents in the front yard also heard the commotion and came out of their homes.

As Aunt Wu and a group of residents from the front yard came out, they saw Liu Yuhua sitting on Yan Jiecheng's lap, slapping him repeatedly across the face as if it were free.

Seeing this, the three women rushed over and hugged Liu Yuhua, stopping her from hitting Yan Jiecheng.

"Yuhua, that's enough, that's enough! If you keep hitting her, things will get really bad!" the third aunt cried out.

Yan Fugui then put on his broken half of his glasses, rushed over, grabbed Liu Yuhua's arm, and tried to pull her off Yan Jiecheng.

But Liu Yuhua was tall and strong, how could Yan Fugui possibly pull her? Yan Fugui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Yuhua, that's enough! Jiecheng is still your man, do you really want to beat him to death? If you hurt Jiecheng, our family will lose a breadwinner. Stop it, stop it!"

When Yan Fugui saw that he couldn't pull Liu Yuhua up, he started to scold her.

When Liu Yuhua saw that Yan Jiecheng's cries had become quieter after being beaten by her, she let him go and stood up from him.

"Yan Jiecheng, you piece of trash, I'll let you off this time. But if you dare hit me again, see how I deal with you."

After Liu Yuhua got off Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiecheng felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his back, and he felt much more relaxed.

He wasn't knocked unconscious by Liu Yuhua's beating; he was knocked unconscious by Liu Yuhua sitting on him. If Liu Yuhua hadn't gotten off him, he might have been killed by her sitting on him today.

After all, Yan Jiecheng is now so thin that he weighs less than 100 pounds, and he works in the foundry workshop, which is tiring. In addition, the food at home is poor, and he eats sweet potatoes all day long. For Liu Yuhua, who weighs more than 160 pounds, the pressure is indeed too great.

"Huff, huff."

Yan Jiecheng was panting heavily, and Yan Fugui and the three aunts quickly helped him up.

Old Hu from the front yard asked, puzzled, "Yuhua, Jiecheng, what are you doing? Why are you all fighting?"

Aunt Wu, being a kind-hearted person, advised, "Yes, Yuhua, Jiecheng, you two are bound to have disagreements from time to time. If you both give in a little, things will pass. Fighting all the time only hurts your relationship."

Yan Fugui sighed and said, "Thank you for your concern, everyone. It's nothing, you can all go home now."

Although Liu Yuhua stopped, it didn't mean she had forgiven Yan Jiecheng. In all her life, she was the one who hit others; when had anyone ever hit her? Even her father and three brothers had always treated her like a treasure since she was little, and they couldn't even bear to say harsh words to her, let alone hit her.

She went up to Yan Jiecheng, who was panting heavily, and without caring whether he would lose face or not, she grabbed his ear and yelled as she pulled it:

"Yan Jiecheng, I've never been hit by anyone before. You dare to hit me today, so I'll make you remember that I'm not someone you can just let get hit. Right now, go back to your room and kneel on the washboard. You can only get up when I've calmed down."

With that, she grabbed Yan Jiecheng by the ear and led him back to the Yan family home.

"Ouch, Yuhua, I know I was wrong! Be gentle, be gentle, my ear is going to fall off!"

"Pfft."

When Aunt Wu and the others in the front yard saw this, they all burst into laughter, especially Aunt Wu, who laughed so hard that she was doubled over, and her large chest was shaking.

Seeing the ashen faces of Yan Fugui and the third aunt, she hadn't expected Liu Yuhua to be so formidable. This one person had managed to subdue the entire Yan family. She now truly admired Liu Yuhua.

Most daughters-in-law are bullied by their parents-in-law after marriage, just like Qin Huairu. But Liu Yuhua is the opposite; she bullies the entire Yan family.

If Qin Huairu were even half as good as Liu Yuhua, no... even just one-tenth as good, she wouldn't have been bullied by Jia Zhangshi.

Seeing that there was no more good show to watch, everyone went home.

The farce didn't cause much of a commotion, and only the residents in the front yard saw it; the people in the middle and back yards didn't.

After everyone dispersed, Yan Fugui and the three aunties exchanged a glance, both wearing bitter expressions.

The three women covered their mouths and cried, "What a tragedy! What a tragedy! What kind of daughter-in-law have we brought home!"

Yan Fugui's face darkened. He sighed and said, "Isn't this all Jiecheng's fault? He knew Yuhua had a bad temper and could fight. You could argue with her, but you hit her first? Didn't you just ask for trouble?"

"But... but you can't be so brutal! Jie Cheng's face is all swollen like this, and he still has to go back and kneel on the washboard. How is he going to go to work tomorrow? If we hadn't stopped Yu Hua just now, Yu Hua would have almost beaten Jie Cheng to death."

"Old Yan, it's all your fault! If you hadn't been so greedy for Yu Hua's high salary and her family of five working-class people, would Jie Cheng have married her? Now look what's happened! Since Yu Hua married into our family, we haven't gained a single advantage, and we've even brought home a living tyrant! How are we going to live like this?"

Yan Fugui waved his hand irritably: "Alright, what's the use of saying this now that things have come to this? Let's go and persuade Yuhua to let Jiecheng kneel for a little longer. If Jiecheng gets hurt from kneeling, he won't be able to go to work tomorrow, and we'll lose another day's wages."