The Lucky Farmgirl

The once bustling courtyard suddenly fell silent, and the pounding in the village chief’s heart intensified as he instinctively looked toward Old Zhou.

This question came so abruptly that Old Zhou momentarily failed to control his facial expression, which twitched but he remained silent.

Soon after, the sound of sobbing emerged.

Old Zhou turned his stiff neck to look and saw his elderly wife covering her face as she cried. He finally regained his senses, lowered his head to wipe away tears, but his hands began to tremble slightly.

Ms. Qian raised her hand to beat him, leaning on him and saying, "It’s all because of your incompetence. Otherwise, your younger brother wouldn’t have sold himself. Why did you have so many children if you can’t provide for them? How am I supposed to face your parents now..."

The more Ms. Qian talked, the angrier she got, and the harder she hit him. Old Zhou didn’t resist and just crouched down, covering his head while she struck him.

"Before grandma passed away, she repeatedly entrusted me to take good care of Uncle..."

Zhou Dalang and the others joined in with their whimpers.

Manbao, who knew nothing about this, was stunned. Then snapping back to reality, she rushed to stop her mother, trying to shield her father from some of the blows, "Mother, stop hitting father..."

But for the first time, Manbao failed to stop Ms. Qian. Mrs. Qian, who had been bedridden for a long time, suddenly had a burst of strength, pushed Manbao aside, and continued hitting Old Zhou. A couple of slaps struck his face, turning his cheeks red with the imprint of her palm clearly visible.

But the three men who were asking the questions remained indifferent, their brows furrowed in concern.