Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 52 Farce (1)_1

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Farce (1)_1

The night was deep, and at Lao Mo’s House in Liu Yang Village, there was a chaotic uproar: the high-pitched curses of Mo Hong’s family, the wailing of children, the screams of Mo Yonglu; the noise was so constant and loud that neighbors near and far couldn’t have peace, and they couldn’t help but curse in irritation.

"That damn white-eyed wolf, after all I did to raise him and finance his education, this is how he repays me! If I had known he would turn out like this, I should’ve thrown him into the mountains to feed the wolves!"

In the newly thatched two-room house of Old Man Mo’s, a dim oil lamp was lit. Mo Hong’s sat on the bed made of straw, stamping her feet and ceaselessly cursing Mo Qingze. Saliva sprayed all around, and her injured right hand hung around her neck, which looked rather comical.

"Mother, our great uncle is a brute! To think of our whole family not having enough food or warm clothing, and instead of helping us, he gives those fine things to others. To let people beat you and Yonglu like this, even an animal wouldn’t harbor such hatred! And that little bitch, embarrassing our family in front of so many people, a family struck by lightning!"

Filled with spite, Mo Niu, Mo Hong’s daughter-in-law, cursed vehemently. When she thought of all those goods that they hadn’t gotten a single piece of, and her own man having lost a hand, she felt an itch in her heart that turned into fierce hatred. She wanted nothing more than to seize all the goods back and sell that little bitch into a brothel to vent her anger.

These words were like throwing fire on oil; Mo Hong exploded, suddenly standing up and pointing at Old Man Mo, who sat silently not knowing what was going through his mind, hurling abuse: "You useless old man, can’t even manage your own nephew, and letting that little bitch dare to piss and shit on your neck, God, why did I end up with such a useless waste!"

By the end, Mo Hong collapsed onto the cold ground, slapping her thigh with her good left hand as she cursed at the top of her lungs, as if truly the most pitiable person in the whole world.

"Crying, crying, you still have the face to cry? If it weren’t for you being useless, would we have been humiliated by that stinking girl, making me lose face?" Old Man Mo suddenly stood up, glaring furiously at Mo Hong, his usually honest face darkening as if it were about to drip with water.

In the past, Old Man Mo would never have dared to raise his voice against Mo Hong, but having been publicly shamed in the afternoon made him extremely aggrieved. Now being pointed at and scolded by his wife, he just wished he could slap this trouble-making woman to death.

They say an honest man’s anger is the most frightening; the roar from Old Man Mo scared Mo Hong so much she jumped in shock, forgetting to cry. When she came back to her senses, she exposed her anger in a howl and pounced on Old Man Mo, scratching his face viciously.

"You useless old thing, you have no abilities of your own, and still you blame me? If you’re capable, then become a scholar like your deceased older brother, earn a fortune, and let me live a good life. I wouldn’t have needed to raise that white-eyed wolf over petty things. If you’re brave enough, go and yell at your beloved nephew and make him spit out all the Silver Coin!"

Old Man Mo hadn’t expected Mo Hong to get physical, and he was caught off guard by her clawing his face, which stung fiercely. Just as he was trying to dodge, she brought up his older brother, who had been a source of his inferiority for most of his life. His face contorted with ferocity and, without thinking, he swung his hand and landed a heavy blow on Mo Hong’s face.

The slap was so forceful it made Mo Hong see stars, and her hefty body lost balance and crashed to the floor with a thud.

This was the first time Mo Hong had been struck by Old Man Mo and for a moment she was dazed, but she wasn’t one to suffer in silence. Having held sway over Old Man Mo for many years, her temper grew ever larger; how could she bear it now? She quickly got up and, head lowered, charged at Old Man Mo with great force.