Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Wang Fengxian reached out to push Yang Wuni, but couldn't budge her, so she turned her head to the side.

"Oh! I understand. Wang Fengxian, you mean that whenever you are in trouble, your fairy will come to protect you."

"That makes things easier. You're in trouble now, let's see if your shaman comes to help."

Before Yang Wuni could finish speaking, a loud slap landed on Wang Fengxian's face.

"Yang Wuni, you dare hit me? I'll never forgive you!"

Wang Fengxian was a prominent figure in the village, and she was not about to be slapped like that.

He stretched out his arms and reached for Yang Wuni's hair.

Yang Wuni was prepared and dodged it, grabbing Wang Fengxian's hair with one hand.

They pinned her head and body to the tree, making her unable to move.

With his other hand, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard into Wang Fengxian's back.

The muffled thuds continued, accompanied by Wang Fengxian's rhythmic "ah, ah" sounds.

He vented all the resentment Yang Wuni had accumulated over the past eighteen years.

"Yang Wuni, stop hitting her. No matter what, Wang Fengxian is already over fifty years old."

Whether she was right or wrong, that's all in the past. Aren't you living a good life now?

A plump woman in the crowd volunteered to step forward and break up the fight.

"Li Eryatou, get the hell away from me, or I'll beat you up too."

You fucking bastard, how come you don't feel back pain when you're standing and talking?

Why the hell don't you go sleep in the woodpile? Why the hell don't you go eat other people's swill?

If you were called a "plague god" like me, beaten up, and had your stomach feel like it was going to explode, would you still be alive today?

Anyone can be a good person, and anyone can say sarcastic things without thinking.

"Your family is the worst in this village; you haven't given me a single drop of water in over ten years."

Yang Wuni looked at that person, Li Erya, and wished she could have two more hands.

He beat up even the woman who looked down on him the most.

"Yang Wuni, you really don't know how to appreciate kindness."

I'm afraid you'll kill Wang Fengxian, and then I'll have to pay with my life for her.

Li Erya took a few steps back, trying to save face.

"Oh dear! You're saying this because you care about me."

When I was five years old, Wang Fengxian labeled me a "plague god".

Why didn't you take me in back then?

When Wang Fengxian said I had offended the spirit and that I would surely die in seven days, why didn't you come to help me?

Did you feed your kindness to the dogs back then?

Yang Wuni asked Li Erya one question after another, until Li Erya lowered her head and squeezed out of the crowd.

After Li Erya left, no one in the crowd tried to intervene and stop the fight.

Everyone wants to see if this sorcerer, Wang Fengxian, can actually save her.

"Yang Wuni, if you hurt me badly, I'll come to your house and rest on your kang (heated brick bed) to recover."

Wang Fengxian's face was pressed against the tree, and she managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Wang Fengxian, you'd better come to my house to recover from your injuries. I'll take good care of you then."

In less than seven days, I'll have you covered in bumps.

I'll make you suffer the same torment I've endured over the past eighteen years.

Why hasn't your healer come to save you yet? Did I not hit you hard enough?

Yang Wuni raised one hand above her head and snapped a branch about the thickness of a finger off the tree.

She dragged Wang Fengxian to a large rock under the tree and pressed her down.

"Slap, slap, slap," the sound of a tree branch striking Wang Fengxian's buttocks.

"Yang Wuni... Yang Wuni... please stop hitting me... I'll talk to you..."

It's not true that you're a "plague god" as the fortune teller said; I made up all this nonsense myself.

It was because I won 1.5 yuan from your father, that scoundrel, to get revenge on him, and he even called me a bastard.

I was so angry that I went to the back window of your house to listen to what was happening.

Upon hearing that your mother had given birth to you, they ran over and called you a "plague god".

I just wanted to vent my anger, but I didn't expect your dad to take it seriously.

I couldn't take back what I'd said, so I had no choice but to go along with it.

"Yang Wuni, please spare me! I'll even kowtow to you."

Wang Fengxian's buttocks were bruised and battered from being whipped by tree branches, so she had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Wang Fengxian, you've done something so wicked. You've ruined my life for eighteen years."

How are you going to repay me for these eighteen years? Tell me!

Yang Wuni heard the truth and was on the verge of collapse.

He threw down the branch he was holding, squatted on the ground, hugged his head, and wailed loudly.

Who can I tell about the grievances I've suffered for eighteen years? And who can make amends to me?

If it weren't for the kind people I met, I would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

He became a wronged ghost who died with a bad reputation.

Wang Fengxian stood up, clutching her buttocks, and knelt down behind Yang Wuni with a thud.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

I don't know how many times I kowtowed, then I got up and slid along the wall back home.

"Wu Ni, now everyone knows you're not a 'plague god,' you've defeated the 'deity' for yourself."

"Wang Fengxian, that heartless woman, deserves to die a horrible death."

"If you ask me, even if Wang Fengxian were to serve Wu Ni like a slave in her next life or the life after that, she still wouldn't be able to repay the debt she owes Wu Ni."

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The crowd was chattering, all expressing their sympathy for Yang Wuni.

Yang Wuni didn't want to hear these words; they meant nothing to her.

"Wu Ni, let's go home! Your uncle will cook you something delicious."

Yang Deshan pulled Yang Wuni up and pushed her to the donkey cart.

Just as the group was about to drive the donkey cart back, they saw someone rush out of Wang Fengxian's house.

Before Zhang Changyao could even see what the person looked like, he snatched the reins of the donkey cart.

"None of you are leaving. If my mother dies, you will pay for her life."

It turned out to be Wang Fengxian's son, Shadunzi, who was sullenly refusing to let them leave.

"Silly boy, your mother won't die, she just has a bad sore bottom. She'll be fine in a few days," Yang Deshan said, trying to comfort the silly boy.

"Uncle Deshan, my mother hung a rope on the beam. She said she has no face to live."

She even made me move a stool for her, saying that I should end up begging for food like Yang Wuni.

Shadunzi refused to let go, and Lao Gao, pouting, said to Yang Deshan.

"Wu Ni, this is not good. If this guy hangs himself, you'll be implicated."

Yang Deshan pulled Yang Wuni out of the car, and the two of them ran into Wang Fengxian's yard.

"You silly boy, you watch the donkey cart, I'm going to rescue your mother."

Zhang Changyao patted Shadunzi on the shoulder and gave him instructions.

He then ran into Wang Fengxian's yard to help.

"Wang Fengxian, if you want to die, can't you pick a day to die?"

Haven't you ruined my life enough?

Are you trying to drag me down with you? Are you determined to fight me to the death for the rest of your life?

I'm going to watch you breathe your last right now, and I just want to know how much I owe you in this lifetime.

If you really die, I'll kill your stupid son too.

"Even a human life is a price to pay, so it's better to kill them all; that way, it won't be a loss."

Yang Wuni pointed at Wang Fengxian, who was already hanging from the roof beam, and cursed her.

"Wu Ni, I'll go get her off. Look at her tongue."

"Uncle, get down here! If you dare to make her come down, I'll fight you!"