Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 944 - 926. If you don’t recognize, then you don’t recognize.

Chapter 944: 926. If you don’t recognize, then you don’t recognize.

Before the agreement could be drafted, the three siblings started to back out. Seeing this, Zhang Wang’s family quickly grabbed a stick from the corner of the wall and started beating them furiously!

He made sure to act fast, for if he didn’t beat them now, they would run away!

"You beast!" A pole was swung directly at Zhang Baojiang’s face, hitting his cheekbone and teeth solidly and causing the grown man’s eyes to immediately well up with tears.

Before the tears could even fall, his whole body was subjected to a relentless thrashing!

"You heartless scum!"

That was the slightly better-off Zhang Baohe. In the dead of winter, getting hit directly on the shinbone over thermal pants, he cried out in pain and fell to his knees, then received a thorough beating all over his back.

When it was Baolan’s turn, the hands of Zhang Wang’s family trembled as they watched her scream and dodge, unable to hold back the tears streaming down: "What sin did I commit!"

Then the pole in his hand was snatched away by Song Tan, who handed him a thinner stick. He also heard an advising voice:

"Uncle Zhang, don’t look at my sister Baolan being so old, after all, she is a girl, don’t hurt her badly... This one has a plastic head, it won’t hurt much, and you can use some force without worry."

There is no reasoning with a person consumed by anger.

Feeling the light weight in his hand, Zhang Wang’s family didn’t think twice, subconsciously heeding Song Tan’s suggestion, and began hammering Baolan’s head and face!

Indeed, with a plastic ladle on the front, it wouldn’t hurt too much nor cause serious harm...

However, Baolan’s piercing screams as the plastic ladle broke, sending shards showering onto her hair, neck, face, and body. She became utterly hysterical:

"Dad! Dad! Let’s talk this out—how can you use a dung ladle?!"

The yard was only so big, surrounded by a fence, not so easy to just hop over.

And right at the entrance stood Song Tan and a group of others, who, even without using their bodies, blocked the way out completely with their gawking.

Everyone was running back and forth in the yard, and Zhang Wang’s family was striking whoever they caught. The siblings were now in pain and on the verge of collapse. When they looked up again, they were already swollen-faced, chubby-cheeked, with tears streaming down their faces.

When Zhang Wang’s family came back to their senses, it dawned on them: the tool Song Tan had handed them was the family’s usual dung ladle.

Their house always had a dry latrine, one of those earth pit type. The feces in the pit needed to be scooped out with a ladle when they accumulated over time.

Thus, the dung ladle was a long stick with a large plastic ladle tied to the end.

Zhang Wang’s family had been away from home for a while, so the dung stuck to the ladle had dried out, but whether dry or not...

Aren’t all three siblings sitting on the ground sobbing loudly? And their family members could only shrink into a corner, huddled together like quails in fear.

—The ones getting beaten are their own family members, but that’s a dung ladle!

Zhang Wang’s family lifted their mouth corners slightly and finally let out a long relaxed breath, feeling all the frustration of the past six months vanish!

They even felt refreshed and in high spirits. At that moment, he tossed the dung ladle aside and scoffed:

"Either you pay for the caregiving expenses, and I will live with each household for a month, taking turns enjoying your care. As for the money, house, and land in the family, they will be divided equally after I’m gone."

"Or, don’t count on me suddenly kicking the bucket and you inheriting everything..."

He glanced at the greatly shocked Teacher Tang—after all, the dung ladle had truly refreshed the old lady’s conception of combat.

At this point, Zhang Wang’s family revived their spirit: "Teacher Tang had taken me to the urban area to get a notarization done a few days ago. After I die, my possessions will have nothing to do with you all!"

"Do you recognize me as your father or not?!"

Grandma Tang thought to herself that this old man was pretty wise—she was clearly a temporary lawyer, and whatever she did was within her professional scope. By pushing everything onto her, at least the family wouldn’t resent Lao Song’s family for interfering...

That’s good.

She likes dealing with smart people.

...

The three siblings thought the same—especially considering this little old lady’s extensive network. Would she turn out to be a ruthless lawyer and get them sentenced?!

As for paying alimony, that was even more impossible!

More than 2400 a month, they didn’t know whether it was reasonable or not, but she was talking about this loss, that compensation, medical expenses and so on. It sounded quite legit.

It meant that the three siblings had to chip in 800 each per month, a total of ten thousand a year! Plus, every other month they had to take the old man home for a month...

Why should they? Just for the three to fifty thousand they’d split after the old man kicked the bucket? But with their dad hitting so hard, and his legs still so agile, he might well live another ten or twenty years...

Over ten or twenty years, they’d have to shell out ten or twenty thousand in alimony!

With that in mind, better to disown him!

The three siblings stumbled up, lopsided, and walked out without looking back—they had wanted to drop some harsh words, like "When you’re old and begging, I won’t even bother coming"...

But looking at Zhang Wang’s family wielding a big manure shovel, and feeling their own swollen faces and bruised bodies...

Standing at the entrance of the yard, the siblings turned around and snarled:

"If we’re disowning, we’re disowning!"

...

Once the yard was quiet again, Professor Song sighed, "Didn’t hit them hard enough."

"It’s fine," Teacher Tang said calmly. "You have to distinguish between primary and secondary conflicts and understand your ultimate needs. Then think about what you’re trying to achieve..."

She looked at Zhang Wang’s family: "Your main demand was to make them never bother you again, right? Achieving that is what matters most."

It was indeed too light a beating, but considering how these people worshipped money, if they ended up in the hospital from a heavier beating, and some smart person suggested they go cry on a TV or internet interview...

Tsk.

Troublesome, the conflicts in original families are hot topics right now anyway.

Whether it was too light or not, Zhang Wang’s family was satisfied. He wiped his face and earnestly looked at Teacher Tang:

"You know a lot of people. Could you teach me how to hire a lawyer when you have time? I want to change my will..."

Whoever handles my funeral affairs, who takes me to the doctor when I can’t walk anymore, I’ll leave them the house, the mountains, and the land.

But this time he was smarter, not telling anyone.

He had money anyway; he might as well enjoy it while clinging to it! Tomorrow, tomorrow he would go to the market and buy a new pair of cotton pants!

He also has to redo his wife’s tombstone properly, affixing her photo nicely!

Meanwhile, Qiaoqiao looked at the suddenly quiet crowd, holding her phone: "Uncle Zhang, you fought fiercely just now, so intimidating! I recorded it all, wanna see?"

Everyone: ...

They then perked up, each pulling out their phones: "Send it to me, send it to me!"

Wu Lan even asked, "Should I post it in our village group?"