Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

One after another, the gates of the courtyards along the road opened with a clang and a creak. People sweeping snow, carrying water, and those who had just put on their cotton-padded coats to go out all stood at the gates, craning their necks to look in this direction.

"What's wrong?"

"Who's shouting?"

"Isn't that Xiaoyu from Old Zhao's family?"

Zhao Xiaoyu had disheveled hair, was barefoot, had a swollen face, and a cut at the corner of her mouth. She looked like she had just crawled out of a wolf's den, crying so hard she could barely breathe, and staggered forward.

"Help!"

"Li Cuihua took eighty yuan from Zhao Laizi and is going to sell me to that old bachelor!"

"I won't marry him! I'd rather die than marry him! Folks, help me!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the crowd.

The idea of ​​selling one's daughter is something that anyone can guess behind the scenes.

But when it comes out in front of the whole village, from the mouth of a young woman who has finished high school, the feeling is completely different.

"Eighty dollars? My goodness, isn't that selling a person?!"

"Zhao Laizi must be almost forty, right? Isn't he just ruining a good girl's life!"

"What a disaster! Has the Zhao family gone mad?!"

Just as Zhao Xiaoyu rushed to the old elm tree at the village entrance, Zhao Shanlin, dragging his limp, caught up with her.

"You dare shout?!"

With red eyes, Zhao Shanlin suddenly pounced on her from behind and shoved her hard into the snow!

"thump!"

Zhao Xiaoyu's entire face was smashed into the cold snow crust, and she choked on a mouthful of snow foam. She almost dropped the broken porcelain shards in her hand.

She was trembling with pain and struggled to get up, but Zhao Shanlin pressed her shoulders down to the ground, her face half-covered in snow, numb from the cold.

"Third Brother..."

Zhao Xiaoyu cried until her voice cracked, tears mingling with snow water streaming down her face. "Third Brother, I beg you... please let me go... I don't want to go to his house to die..."

Zhao Shanlin pressed down on her back, spitting out extremely vicious curses through gritted teeth:

"Now you know to call me 'brother'? Too late!"

"You shameless slut, how dare you wail in the street?! You've completely disgraced the Zhao family! You ate our food, so even if you had to be tied up, I'd tie you to his bed today!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Xiaoyu's hair and yanked her face up from the snow. "If you dare to howl again, I'll knock all your teeth out right now!"

At this moment, Zhao Laizi also caught up, clutching his bleeding hand.

Blood was still flowing from the cut on the back of his hand, and his face was contorted in pain, but his eyes revealed an extremely violent and lewd look.

"You dare run?! I paid for this, you think I can't handle you?!"

He rushed up and kicked Zhao Xiaoyu hard in the back of the knee!

"ah--!"

Zhao Xiaoyu curled up in pain, letting out a piercing scream.

Zhao Laizi was still not satisfied. He covered his hand, cursed, and then slapped her back twice more, spitting as he cursed.

"You shameless bitch! I've already slammed eighty bucks on the table, you're mine now! You'd better crawl back inside and take your pants off, even if you have to crawl on your knees!"

These blows were extremely heavy, and each one was clearly seen by the entire village.

In the crowd, a burly man finally couldn't stand it anymore and took a hard step forward.

"Zhao Laosan, let go! What are you doing? You're beating him to death!"

Another older man also spoke up with a dark expression:

"What era are we living in? Still kidnapping young women in the street? That's the kind of thing old-fashioned banditry! If you keep doing this, we'll report you to the commune! We'll go to the police station to reason with you!"

These words immediately aroused the anger of the surrounding crowd.

"Yes! Is there no law anymore?!"

"You kidnapped the girl because she didn't want to? If you really cause someone's death, see if the police arrest you!"

Upon hearing "commune" and "police station," Zhao Shanlin was first taken aback, then his face turned a deep purplish-red, and he retorted with a stiff neck:

"Sue my ass! This is a family matter for the Zhao family, what right do you have to drag the commune and police station into this?! My sister's marriage is none of your business, not even the Heavenly King himself! Anyone who dares to say another word, don't blame me for disregarding our village ties!"

As soon as Li Cuihua saw her son start cursing, she pounced on him like a mother dog guarding her food, slapping her thigh and wailing at the crowd:

"That's right! She's my own flesh and blood, I raised her, and I can make her marry whoever I want!"

"What old society or new society? Don't try to scare me with those big labels! My own daughter, do you outsiders have the right to tell me what to do?! Which family doesn't ask for a bride price when marrying off their daughter? Step forward and let me see!"

She became increasingly frantic with her cursing, spitting everywhere, her hair disheveled, and she lunged forward with her claws outstretched, her fingernails almost poking the burly man's face.

The burly man's face turned pale with anger: "What utter nonsense! She's crying like this, she even lost her shoes running around, and you still say it's a family matter? How can you treat your own daughter like this?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Laizi immediately stiffened his neck, covered his bleeding hand, and thrust forward, revealing his shameless and roguish nature.

"What's wrong with family matters?! I gave her the money, so she's my wife!"

"Eighty yuan, not a penny less, and they even delivered brown sugar and cigarettes to our door. This was an arranged marriage, what right do you have to act like righteous officials here?!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, his eyes turning bloodshot and malevolent, pointing at the few men who had stood up and naming them one by one:

"Go ahead! Try touching me!"

"If anyone dares to touch me today, I'll be sleeping on your kang (heated brick bed) tomorrow, eating your rice and drinking your soup! I'm all alone, a worthless life, a bachelor! None of you with wives and kids can outlast me!!"

When these extremely shameless and vulgar words were uttered, the two men who were originally about to attack paused abruptly.

It's not that I'm afraid he'll get into a fight.

He's the kind of rotten, incorrigible scoundrel who, if you really mess with him, will come to your house to cause trouble every day, and your whole family will never have a moment's peace.

Seeing someone hesitate, Li Cuihua immediately became incredibly excited, hands on her hips, and started yelling triumphantly:

"Did you hear that?! They're paying every penny of the bride price, I've made the decision on this marriage! Anyone who dares to say another word and ruin my family's plans, I'll tear their mouth apart!"

The older man, panting heavily with anger, pointed at the snow and yelled, "You're talking nonsense! You've beaten someone until they bled while pinning them down in the snow, and you're still talking about marriage!"

In the snow, Zhao Xiaoyu was held down tightly by Zhao Shanlin.

Listening to Li Cuihua and Zhao Laizi's distorted and despairing words, and watching the villagers who originally wanted to help back down because of their fear of the scoundrels, she was trembling all over, and even her teeth were grinding together.

No one can save her except herself.

She suddenly turned her head and bit down hard on Zhao Shanlin's wrist, which was pressing down on her!

"what!"

Zhao Shanlin winced in pain and abruptly loosened his grip.

Taking advantage of this moment of respite, Zhao Xiaoyu lunged forward like a trapped beast on the verge of death, lunging towards the crowd, her cries so loud they were almost unbearable.

"Help me! I won't marry him! I'd rather die at the village entrance today than step into Zhao Laizi's house!"

This cry was more tragic than all the previous wails, revealing a resolute determination with no way out.

Several women who had been hesitant immediately had tears in their eyes.

When Zhao Laizi saw that she still dared to struggle, his face turned completely black, and he raised his foot to kick her again: "You filthy bitch, I'll kill you today!"

"Stop it, all of you!"

Just then, a woman's sharp shout suddenly rang out from the west end of the village.

That shout was high-pitched and loud, like a resounding slap, silencing the chaotic crowd into a deathly stillness.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Wang Xiulan, the village's women's director, came rushing over, her face ashen, wrapped in a dark blue cotton-padded coat and trudging through the snow.

Two elderly women from the village followed behind her, clearly having come together after hearing the commotion.

As soon as Wang Xiulan came over, she glanced at Zhao Xiaoyu on the ground.

His hair was disheveled, his face was swollen, he was missing a shoe, his lips were blue from the cold, and he looked like he had just rolled out of the gates of hell.

Then look at Zhao Shanlin, his eyes red, still trying to lunge forward; Zhao Laizi, his hands stained with blood, his face full of ferocity; Li Cuihua, hands on her hips, cursing with spittle flying everywhere.

Wang Xiulan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Zhao Shanlin, let go of my hand!"

"Zhao Laizi, try taking another step forward!"