Chapter 389 - 20 Harvest
Surrounded by seven or eight fierce-looking village men, the old man stood amidst a few women whispering to each other behind them.
In front, Ma Dongqin, supported by a few military wives, had disheveled hair and her clothes were torn and tatty. Her face and hands were wounded. Beside her, her four-year-old son Shuanzi clutched the hem of her clothes. His red-rimmed eyes and the tear tracks on his cheeks, along with his shock and fear, made him all the more pitiable.
Lin Xiaoguai frowned as Yun Shengnan beside Ma Dongqin hurled insults, "Bullshit, your Yang Family is a nest of rats and snakes, not a single decent one among you! Yang Tiezhu just took the Yang name, you really think you sired him? If you considered him your own son, would you have forced him to join the military to save on food expenses? If it weren’t for that, would Yang Tiezhu have died? Dongqin would have married Yang Tiezhu a long time ago, then what would that Yang Tieniu, that animal, matter? Didn’t you say before that Dong Qin was Yang Tiezhu’s wife? What’s summoned here is a military wife, if you don’t let her come, are you planning to turn Yang Tieniu’s wife into Yang Tiezhu’s wife? You’ve got your calculations all wrong, Yang Tieniu and his wife are official on paper."
Her words stung sharply; the old man was choked with anger and shouted, "What do you know, you shrew? Yang Tiezhu took my surname Yang, he’s my son Yang Youfu! As for Dongqin, what if she’s Yang Tiezhu’s wife. She’s just a child bride I bought with money, just like any cow or sheep, what she can or cannot do is up to me to decide. Moreover, Yang Tiezhu died more than a decade ago, yet Shuanzi is only four years old, nothing but a bastard child. What makes her a Yang Tiezhu’s wife? She’s just a little whore!"
Everyone was incredulous at his words. Dongqin was one thing, but the old man knew full well Shuanzi was his own grandson and still he called him a bastard, how heartless and shameless must one be to do such a thing?
Yun Shengnan was livid, but Ma Dongqin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up and shouted, "You old scum, Shuanzi is not a bastard, he’s your grandson!"
"Wow, look at you, you whore, daring to curse your own father-in-law." Used to enduring humiliation, the defiant child bride suddenly learned to fight back, which incensed the old man even more. Pointing at her, he shouted, "Not a bastard, then what is he? Come on, tell me, where did this child come from? Don’t tell me Yang Tiezhu came back as a ghost to sleep with you?"
Lin Xiaoguai immediately frowned upon hearing these obscenities.
Then Yun Shengnan retorted fiercely, "Even if Yang Tiezhu became a ghost, he would be after your life. And my Aunt Xiuzi, if you hadn’t kept slandering Dongqin as an adulteress and tried to push her into the river in the dead of winter while she was heavily pregnant, how would my Aunt Xiuzi have rushed out of bed without even putting on a coat to save Dongqin? And then, how would she have succumbed to a cold?"