Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

"Gangzi, it's you? Why are you back?"

Zhao Zhigang was being held down by several people and was struggling when he suddenly heard someone call his name, which startled him.

Then, he mechanically turned his head back.

Then he saw Grandpa Wang next door looking at him with a surprised expression, holding the car parts he had snatched from his hand.

Then, he glanced around at the people who were tightly hugging him in front of him.

Among them were his coworkers, his boss, the aunties and grandmas next door, and his close neighbors' nephews and nieces.

Finally, Zhao Zhigang's gaze settled on a boy of eight or nine years old, about five or six meters away. That was his son.

At that moment, his son was clutching something tightly in his hand, staring at him with a look of terror on his face.

Suddenly, all of Zhao Zhigang's strength was drained away, and a mix of anger, shame, helplessness, and grief welled up in his heart.

He suddenly wailed and squatted down on the ground: "Uncle Wang, my heart is full of bitterness!"

Grandpa Wang and his male coworkers were stunned. Just moments ago, Zhao Zhigang was wielding a metal rod and wreaking havoc, but now he was crying like this. The contrast was quite stark.

"Gangzi, what's wrong?" Grandpa Wang threw the stick in his hand, making a crisp clanging sound.

But Zhao Zhigang just squatted on the ground with his hands upturned, silent, tears streaming down his face.

"What's wrong? Say something! You're a grown man, can't you even speak properly?"

Grandpa Wang was so anxious he was jumping up and down, bending over and constantly asking Zhao Zhigang questions.

At this moment, one of the coworkers who had been blocking Zhao Zhigang suddenly pulled Grandpa Wang aside and gestured to the plump, white body on the ground.

"Uncle Wang, what are you still saying? Look who this person is, wearing only his underwear in someone else's house, how could he not know what's going on?"

"Who is this?"

The elderly men and women around all turned their attention to the person lying on the ground.

"Isn't this Chef Zhang from our cafeteria?"

"Oh my god, what's this guy doing here? He doesn't seem to know Gangzi, does he?"

"Do you even have a brain? This person is stripped down like that, what else could it be? Having an affair, of course."

"What, having an affair?"

A gasp rang out, and only then did those who were a little slow to think realize what was happening.

"What a tragedy! This couple was living a perfectly good life, they even had a son, why did they have to cause this mess?"

"Yeah, you know, Zhang Hongbo isn't exactly handsome, so why would Shen Yanhong fall for him?"

"Maybe it's just that Gangzi isn't good in that area. But I don't think this chef is any good either, all skin and bones, he probably doesn't even have any stamina."

Immediately, the crowd was abuzz with discussion. Some sympathized, many were indignant, and a great deal of people gloated.

"You son of a bitch, Zhang Hongbo, I'll curse your ancestors."

Suddenly, a burly woman burst in unarmed, knocking the onlookers off balance.

Zhou Rui recognized her immediately; he'd know her even if she were ashes—it was Zhang Hongbo's wife. The two of them had come to his door together to steal his little rice cake; Zhou Rui had remembered their ugly behavior for two lifetimes.

It seems that the child Tong Lei found to deliver the message was very effective, and the person arrived just in time.

Zhou Rui crossed his arms, appearing increasingly relaxed. Almost everyone who was supposed to arrive had arrived; all that remained was for the final big shot to make his entrance.

Zhang Hongbo's wife came in, glanced at him, and quickly identified her target.

The main problem is that Zhang Hongbo's appearance is too conspicuous; his clothes are tattered, and his fat body is really eye-catching.

With bloodshot eyes, she suddenly lunged to the ground, landing hard on Zhang Hongbo. She grabbed Zhang Hongbo's hair and began slapping his face repeatedly with her fat, thick hand.

"You heartless bastard. I do the laundry, cook, and take care of my in-laws every day, and you're cheating on me with other women behind my back."

She shouted as she slapped Zhang Hongbo across the face, one slap for each word, until Zhang Hongbo couldn't make a sound.

Zhang Hongbo had already been beaten to the ground by Zhao Zhigang with a stick, and after resting for a while, his wife pressed him down on the ground and rubbed him. He was completely dazed and unable to resist at all.

The surrounding crowd watched coldly from the sidelines, and no one stepped forward to stop it.

When Zhao Zhigang first started making his move, no one knew what was going on and was afraid of killing someone, so some people came to help.

Once the matter was clarified, and it was discovered that the person who started the fight was Zhang Hongbo's wife, the people in the factory naturally stopped trying to break it up, as they didn't want to get their hands dirty.

"You ungrateful beast, you heartless wretch. I had to ask my dad to find you this job, and this is how you treat me?"

The fat woman, whether from a hand injury or something else, suddenly stopped, took off her shoes, and started swinging the soles of her shoes at Zhang Hongbo's head.

"Wife, stop hitting me, it hurts, it hurts... I'm going to die."

At this moment, Zhang Hongbo suddenly made a sound, but his voice was so hoarse that it was inaudible.

"Die? I'm going to fucking beat you to death."

The fat woman seemed even angrier after hearing this, and the shoe in her hand swung around so fast it left afterimages.

"I work myself to the bone at home every day, and you just lie to me, saying the boss eats late and I have to work overtime. You're spending all your time on that slut outside."

At this point, Zhang Hongbo's wife suddenly paused, "Oh right, there's also that vixen."

She turned her short, thick neck and saw a woman sitting on the ground with disheveled hair, hugging her legs and sobbing incessantly.

Zhang Hongbo's wife abandoned her immediate target and pounced on her. The delicate figure fell backward without any chance to resist.

Before the surrounding crowd could react, the fat woman grabbed Shen Yanhong's hair with both hands and slammed her head against the ground.

"It's you, you vixen, seducing my man! Oh, and you're even wearing new clothes and a silk scarf. Did that ingrate of my husband buy these?"

When the older women saw the fat woman banging Shen Yanhong's head on the ground until it bled, they were afraid that someone might die.

Besides, this isn't her own man, but Zhao Zhigang's wife. You can't possibly kill her, can you?

The men didn't dare to touch him, so several women quickly stepped forward to pull him away.

"Zhang family's daughter-in-law, let go of her hand quickly."

"Someone's going to die! Blood! Look, it's spurting out of their head!"

Unexpectedly, the fat woman was incredibly powerful, and two or three people couldn't hold her back at all.

With a shove, she sent one of her sisters-in-law flying, completely useless.

The other two people each grabbed one of her arms, using all their strength to prevent her from slamming Shen Yanhong's head against the ground.