The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 474 - 463: Fighting

Chapter 474: Chapter 463: Fighting

The Zhao family hesitated momentarily but still cleared a path for them.

Old Zhou then led his family huddle through the gate and glanced at the bowls and utensils that had already been put away in the courtyard. Satisfied, he nodded and turned to Zhou Dalang, "Go find some brooms, and make sure you find a lot."

Zhou Dalang responded and went off to look for brooms.

The Zhao family followed in, but there were too many of them, and not everyone entered. Primarily, Zhao First and Zhang Second led a few severely injured teenagers and children inside.

They came in aggressively, demanding an explanation from Old Zhou.

Old Zhou calmly pinched his tobacco and cut them off, "Alright, what’s the big deal? Isn’t it normal for kids to fight and play? Fighting can bring brothers closer."

These had been the words his uncle told his parents when he, as a younger man, had been beaten up by the two Zhao brothers; Old Zhou had remembered them all his life.

Unfortunately, he remembered, but it seemed the Zhao brothers had not; they became furious as soon as they heard this, pointing at Old Zhou’s face and cursing, "I knew you were thankless! After everything my dad did for you, and now your sons are beating up our family..."

Zhao First’s grandson was also furious, as he was one who had been beaten. At nine years old, it was the first time he had been pinned and rubbed on the ground, so with his grandfather backing him, he boldly stepped forward, pointing at Ms. Qian and accusing, "You’re a sly vixen, seducing men to forget their own mothers..."

Manbao, standing next to Ms. Qian, became enraged and bellowed, "How dare you curse my mother?"

"So what if I curse? That’s how my grandma curses my mom at home, and before coming here she said your family’s old hag was just like a vixen, too."

Manbao clenched her fist and charged forward, using the experience from knocking down Bai Shanbao countless times to push hard against the chest of the Zhao grandson. As he fell backward to the ground bottoms up, unprepared, she pounced on him, pinning his upper body and began to slap fiercely.

If it were Bai Shanbao, he would instinctively raise his hands to shield his face and, drawing upon his experience of being taken down countless times, would find an opening to push Manbao away and retaliate...

But the Zhao grandson was clearly unaccustomed to being pushed, let alone being pinned and hit, so he was slow to react, and Manbao’s slaps rained down like a fierce storm.

He was stunned by the punishment, crying while flailing his arms in retaliation, but it was futile...

The women standing by were infuriated and went straight for Manbao’s hair, but as soon as they reached out, they were blocked by Junior Ms.Qian, who also pushed one of them back. Ms. Feng and Ms. He immediately came forward to assist, shouting, "What are you doing? How dare you fight in my Zhou’s house?"

The sisters-in-law quickly pushed the Zhao family’s women back several steps together, with Ms. Fang standing behind in shock, not even sure if she should join the fray.

Zhao First saw his grandson crying bitterly while being hit and his daughters-in-law being blocked. Forgetting his status as an elder, he tried to kick Manbao away...

But as he extended his foot, Old Zhou struck it with his tobacco pipe, not just the weight of the pipe but also the burning ember scorching him.

With a pained "ow," he glared furiously at Old Zhou.

Old Zhou, unfazed, tucked the pipe behind his waist and snatched a broom from his eldest son’s hand, glaring back, "Cousin, I let it go earlier when Second Brother’s funeral procession was still here with all the guests; now, tell me, what do you intend to do to my daughter? Don’t you know these unlucky kids were stealing chickens and dogs in my house? If you won’t teach your children, I will..."

Zhao First hadn’t expected Old Zhou, who just a moment ago seemed as tight-lipped as a bottle gourd, to react this way and trembled with rage pointing at him, "Zhou Jin, but it was your family who invited us to the feast..."

"I didn’t invite you to a feast," Zhou Jin shouted as if using all the strength in his body. "I invited you here for sending my Second Brother on his last journey. But you had to disrupt his funeral service. Do you think I, Zhou Jin, am a pushover?"

"No!" A voice came from over the wall. Zhou Daliang’s head popped up; he tiptoed desperately and shouted into the courtyard, "Uncle Jin is right! Uncle Jin, need help? I brought a dozen brothers with me."

Zhou Dahong wasn’t as naive as Zhou Daliang; he quickly moved a stool, climbed it to get on top of the wall, and sat there cheering them on, "Zhou Si, come on, how can we let Uncle Jin deal with this kind of thing?"

Zhou family, one and all: ...

Zhao family: ...

Both families fell silent at the same time, then the cries and shouts of the children became even more distinct.

Everyone instinctively looked down to see that Manbao was still on top of the Zhao grandson, who had finally learned to shield his head and face with his hands, allowing him to cry openly.

Manbao continued her furious barrage, her slap after slap reigning on his arms with an intensity that even the adults found painful to hear.

Not to mention Zhou Dahong, who had a clear view from the wall, even Zhou Daliang, with just his head visible, clicked his tongue and said, "Manbao’s got the same fight as her dad in his younger days."

Junior Ms.Qian hurriedly stepped forward to pull her little niece away, ending the children’s conflict. The Zhao grandson was sobbing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath from the pain.

Zhao First’s family looked on with heartache, cradling the weeping grandson and glaring at the Zhou household.

"Let’s be done with it. We were already relatives who didn’t associate with each other. We only invited you because of Zhou Yin’s blood relation, thinking it didn’t matter whether or not you came. But instead, you had to cause such a fuss."

Ms. Qian had previously avoided the Zhao family, not wishing to create an ugly scene during Zhou Yin’s funeral. But now that Zhou Yin and his wife’s funeral procession was over, what did she have to fear?

Ms. Qian glanced at them dismissively and said to her sons, "Drive them out. That meal was simply given away for nothing."

"Ms. Qian, you wouldn’t dare!"

Ms. Qian cocked an eyebrow, "You think I wouldn’t dare? What, should I have my brother from my maternal family come talk to you?"

The Zhao family collectively shuddered.

Zhou Dalang led his five younger brothers, all wielding brooms, and took a step forward, their eyes fiercely fixed on the Zhao family.

Zhou Dahong, sitting on the wall, chanted, "Let’s help them out, let’s help them out, brothers, come quick, Zhou Si is getting bullied—"

Zhou Si: ...

Even Ms. Fang couldn’t help but cover her face, finally understanding why everyone in the village thought her husband was once a ruffian.

The Zhao family was pushed out of the courtyard, and upon exiting, they understood why those outside had been so quiet—their exit was met with a dozen young men armed with wooden sticks surrounding them.

Under a nearby banyan tree, Uncle Lai sighed deeply, "Lazy is what they are, squandering a good family business. It’s lucky the coffin has been carried out; otherwise, such a ruckus in front of the deceased would have brought the child back to life out of sheer anger."

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