Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

Xu Damao's shout was so loud it could have shaken the roof beams down.

The sound was as sharp as a cat whose tail had been stepped on, tearing through the crisp, frozen morning air and exploding in the courtyard.

The doors to the backyard and the middle courtyard creaked open one after another.

Xu Zhao was cleaning up the dishes she hadn't finished washing the night before when she heard her son shout "Help!" Her heart skipped a beat, and she threw the rag in her hand onto the stove with a "thud," grabbed the feather duster behind the door, and rushed out the door like a gust of wind without even putting on her shoes.

They saw Xu Damao huddled behind the hanging flower gate, trembling, but he was unharmed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but then a surge of anger rushed to her head.

Pointing a feather duster at Jia Dongxu standing in the yard, he began to curse, spitting as he spoke:

"You little brat from the Jia family! It's you again! Instead of behaving properly this early in the morning, you're bullying our Da Mao again! You good-for-nothing, born of a father but raised by no mother! I think you're asking for a beating!"

Jia Dongxu, his neck stiff and face flushed red, shouted, "I didn't bully him! He's just a coward, yelling nonsense!"

"You didn't bully him?" Xu Zhao took a step forward, her toes crunching in the snow. "If you didn't bully him, why are you shouting? Huh?"

"Clang!"

The door to the Jia family's house was suddenly kicked open.

Jia Zhangshi's body, as big as a vat, rushed out, bringing with it a gust of wind, and the door frame trembled with a "hum".

She stood on the steps, the hem of her cotton-padded coat sweeping across the snow, splashing up a fine spray of snow.

"Zhao Cuifeng!"

Her eyes were wide open like copper bells, and her finger almost poked Xu Zhao's nose.

"Who are you calling a bastard? Your son is the one who's born of a father but has no mother! My Dongxu was just joking with him!"

"So what if I scolded you?"

Not to be outdone, Xu Zhao flicked the feather duster in the air with a "whoosh".

"You've raised such a good son! All he knows is bullying honest kids! He'll be unable to have a son in the future! His lineage will be cut off!"

He Yuzhu, who was listening nearby, was taken aback.

Isn't that saying it backwards?

Madam Jia Zhang has a son, and a future "good grandson" Jia Geng. But your Xu family...

However, Xu Damao hasn't suffered that beating yet, so he might actually have a child in the future.

These words really hit Jia Zhangshi where it hurt.

What does she care about most in her life?

It's this only son!

She was still hoping that her son would grow up, get married, and have a grandson to continue serving her.

Are you cursing her to have no grandson?

Can't stand it!

Like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, Jia Zhangshi's fat bulged out, and the veins on her neck throbbed.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

She let out a low growl, her obese body enveloped in the cold wind, and charged straight at Xu Zhao Shi.

In that instant, the snow under my feet crunched loudly, and I felt like a small tank that had gone out of control.

He Yuzhu was truly amazed—a human could perform a wild boar charge. The speed and size were astounding.

Xu Zhaoshi was not intimidated. She swung the feather duster in a wide arc and rushed forward with a whooshing sound.

"Snapped!"

The feather duster struck Jia Zhangshi's arm with a crisp sound.

Jia Zhangshi winced in pain and reached out to grab Xu Zhaoshi's hair.

Her fingers were short and thick, but her nails were sharpened. She grabbed Xu Zhao's bangs and pulled them back sharply.

"Ouch!"

Xu Zhao was in so much pain that she leaned back, slipped, and almost fell. She quickly pushed Jia Zhang's face with her hand.

The two immediately started fighting.

Chicken feathers flew everywhere, like snow.

"You slut! How dare you curse my son to be childless!" Jia Zhangshi lunged forward with her other hand, scratching wildly at Xu Zhaoshi's face. "I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Her fingernails were sharp and long, and they scratched Xu Zhao's face hard, leaving three bloody marks that instantly oozed blood.

"Ah!" Xu Zhao screamed, her eyes turning red, and she raised her knee to slam it into Jia Zhang's stomach.

"Your son does nothing productive all day but bully my son! I'm being lenient by scolding you!"

She freed one hand, grabbed the handle of the feather duster, and lashed it with all her might at Jia Zhangshi, targeting the fleshiest parts. "Slap, slap, slap," the sound continued.

He Yuzhu stood to the side, dumbfounded.

Good guy.

This is truly a tigress battling a wild boar.

Xu Damao poked half his head out from behind the hanging flower gate, his eyes wide open, and shouted excitedly, "Go, Mom! Kill that fat woman! Beat her! Beat her to death!"

Enraged, Jia Dongxu gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out, and roared at Xu Damao, "You little brat! It's all because of you! I'm going to beat you to death today!"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Xu Damao, the snow under his feet making a "crunch" sound.

Is Xu Damao a thief?

Seeing Jia Dongxu chasing after him, he turned and ran home, his legs moving so fast that the snowflakes kicked up by his heels splashed all over the ground behind him.

He rushed into the house, slammed the door shut, pulled the bolt fast, and even propped a stool up behind the door.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

Jia Dongxu pounded on the door frantically from the outside, his fists pounding against the door like drums, making a dull thud.

The door panel trembled violently from his pounding, and dust fell down in clumps.

"Xu Damao, you come out here! I'll beat you to death today, or I'm not a Jia!"

"I'm not going out! I'll make you mad! I'll make you mad!" Xu Damao continued to provoke from inside the house. "Go ahead and bang on the door! If you break it, I'll make you pay for it!"

"Squeak—"

The door to the back room opened.

The deaf old lady walked out, leaning on her cane, her steps unsteady.

She was wearing a thick black cotton-padded coat with shiny cuffs, and her small feet shone on the snow. She took each step carefully, afraid of slipping.

His wrinkled face was as still as water, and his eyes exuded an air of authority.

"You two little brats...aren't you going to let this old lady rest?"

She didn't want to come out. It was cold and slippery outside, and with her bound feet, she couldn't walk steadily.

But the banging on the door, so loud and clear, made her uneasy.

I had no choice but to come out.

"Grandma, don't interfere!" Jia Dongxu continued smashing without turning his head, his eyes red. "Today I'm going to teach that little brat Xu Damao a lesson!"

The deaf old lady really wanted to go over and give him a good whack.

But she dared not leave—how much suffering would she have to endure if she tripped and fell over something so trivial?

Just when she was at her wit's end, she saw a small head behind the hanging flower gate.

Laughed.

Pointing her cane at Jia Dongxu, she said, "My dear grandson, go and drag this Jia family brat away. He's making this old lady very uneasy."

He Yuzhu came out from behind the door, looking completely innocent: "Madam, why did you come out? It's cold and slippery outside."

"How could I not come out?" the deaf old woman sighed. "The banging on the door... it's giving me a headache."

"You should go back," He Yuzhu said as he walked over. "If you fall, our yard will be in big trouble."

"If you take the Jia boy away, I'll go back," the deaf old woman insisted.

"Okay!"

He Yuzhu responded, ran behind Jia Dongxu, stretched out his hands, grabbed his waist, and dragged him backward.

"Pillar! Let go of me! Let go!"

Jia Dongxu struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly, his heels carving two deep furrows in the snow. "I'm going to cripple that little brat Xu Damao today!"

"Brother Zhu! Get him out of here! Get him out of here!"

Xu Damao peeked through the crack in the door and saw He Yuzhu making his move. Emboldened, he shouted, "My door is about to be smashed!"

He Yuzhu held Jia Dongxu, controlling the force.

He couldn't reach the door, but he also couldn't back out.

The two remained locked in a stalemate.

Xu Damao looked through the door and laughed.

good chance.

He flung open the door and darted out like an eel.

Before Jia Dongxu could react, Xu Damao had already reached out with both hands—

The monkey steals peaches.

Wearing thick clothes in the dead of winter, afraid he wouldn't be able to steal anything, he used both hands, gripping it tightly with his fingers, and even gave it a couple of hard spins.

Let go.

"Slurp—"

Xu Damao turned and ran, slamming the door shut with a loud bang and clicking the bolt shut in one fluid motion.

"ah--!"

Jia Dongxu's shout instantly cracked.

The sound was as shrill as a rooster crowing while being choked, or the scream of a pig being slaughtered, echoing through the courtyard.

He Yuzhu didn't see the specific process, but he guessed it from the sound—because Jia Dongxu was already covering his crotch, his body went limp, and he slid down.

"Dongxu-ge? Dongxu-ge, are you alright?"

He Yuzhu feigned surprise and let go.

Jia Dongxu slumped to the ground, wincing in pain, tears welling up instantly.

"Awooo—!"

My tailbone hurts, and so does Xiao Dongxu's.

That was excruciating pain.

When the deaf old lady saw this scene and looked at her beloved grandson's innocent face, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"Pfft—"

Happy.

Those two kids are so naughty.

However, she wondered: Isn't it usually the Jia family's son who leads the silly Zhuzi to deal with the Xu family's son?

Why is it reversed today?

Just then, a piercing scream rang out:

"Dongxu—!"

Jia Zhangshi's body, encased in a vat, rushed into the backyard. Her hair was disheveled, two buttons on her cotton-padded jacket were torn off, revealing a red undershirt underneath, and there were several scratch marks on her face.

Seeing her son groaning in pain on the ground, she rushed over and knelt down, her voice trembling.

"Dongxu! What happened? Who did this? Tell your mother! I'll avenge you!"

Jia Dongxu clutched his groin with one hand and pointed at Xu Damao's door with the other, too painful to speak, only gasping for breath.

As Jia Zhangshi looked in the direction of the finger, the fat on her face trembled violently, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"You damned Xu Damao! I'll fight you to the death!"

She suddenly stood up, turned around and rushed to the corner, grabbed the shovel, and gripped the wooden handle with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Xu Zhaoshi arrived just then, her face still covered in blood. Seeing Jia Zhangshi grabbing a weapon, she disregarded her own pain, picked up a feather duster, and charged towards them, yelling, "Zhang Ruhua! You dare touch my son!"

He Yuzhu reacted quickly and rushed over, grabbing Jia Zhangshi's waist from the side.

"Aunt Jia! Calm down! Calm down!" He Yuzhu shouted, "Brother Dongxu is still injured! You need to take him to the clinic right away!"

"Get out of my way!"

Jia Zhangshi has now lost her mind. She swung her arm and slammed her elbow hard into He Yuzhu's chest.

He Yuzhu cried out "Ouch!" and fell backward onto the snow—a fake fall, but inwardly he cursed: This old hag is pretty strong, she almost broke my ribs.

The shovel was about to smash into the door panel.

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out:

"Stop it, all of you!"

It was an old man named Yi Zhonghai.

He rushed out of the house, the hem of his cotton robe fluttering, and he was carrying a cloth shoe in his hand, clearly having just gotten out of bed.

Now, even if Jia Zhangshi wanted to stop, she couldn't; the momentum was too great.

"Bang—!"

The shovel slammed heavily onto the door panel with a loud bang, shaking the door frame and sending wood chips flying.

From inside came Xu Damao's startled cry of "Oh my god!"

"Zhang Ruhua! You dare to bang on my door! I'll fight you to the death!"

Xu Zhao's feather duster struck Jia Zhang's buttocks again.

"I'll smash it!" Jia Zhangshi's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad bull. "Not only will I smash the door! I'll smash you too!"

She swung the shovel up, ready to chop at Xu Zhaoshi.

Xu Zhao was a little scared and took a step back. Her foot slipped and she almost fell.

Normally, Jia Zhangshi is a master of empty talk, but today... is she really going to kill?

"Pillar!"

The deaf old woman's voice came through, trembling.

"Come help Grandma over!"

She dared not let her grandson stop him—one shovel strike and he'd be half dead.

She had to go herself; she didn't believe Zhang Ruhua would dare to touch this old woman.