Ms.Liu in the courtyard was like a dog, possessing keen senses; she sharply asked, "Qingrui, whatâs that in your hand? Is it food? Are you daring to hide food?"
Yang Chuxia coldly glared at Ms. Liu, "Didnât you get enough beating at noon? Still itching for more?"
"Little brother, go inside!" Yang Chuxia ignored Ms. Liu, stepped forward, and snatched the hoe from Yang Dachuanâs hand forcefully proclaimed, "Today, my dad isnât going anywhere! Heâs staying home to eat, and I dare anyone to object!"
"Xiaxia, Iâm fine. I just need to finish a little work," Yang Dachuan was stunned by his daughterâs boldness but was still more afraid of Old Lady Hua.
"Dad!" Yang Chuxiaâs voice suddenly rose. Her eyes swept over Yang Daâan and the others in the courtyard. She said coldly, "Are all men of the Yang family dead? I mean, are you banking on not being Yang kin to avoid work? Canât the fields survive without you? Little brother, get our dad inside to rest, heâs worked enough over the years, itâs time for him to relax."
"Ah" Taking the cue, Qingrui hurriedly pulled Yang Dachuan towards the house but struggled. Seeing this, seven-year-old, Qingtong chipped in to help.
"Well, look whoâs living the life! Whoâll do the field work if everyone rests? Expecting the old man to do it? Yang Dachuan, you ungrateful son, our fatherâs that old and you still rely on him for work!" Yang Daâan began yelling, fearing that if Yang Dachuan went inside, heâd be left to do the work.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia stayed silent. Seeing Yang Dachuan halt, she stepped forward and with some effort, managed to push and pull Yang Dachuan inside the house. Yang Chuxia shut the door and picked up the hoe, heading towards Yang Daâan.
Yang Daâan backed off hastily, "What are you doing, Yang Chuxia?"
"So, uncle can yell? I thought he was dead! Why should my dad do the chores? When the hell was he needed? Arenât Uncle Two, Four, and others human? Arenât uncleâs bulging muscles meant for work but rather to be sold off as meat?"
"You...youâre talking nonsense! I swear, Iâll shut your mouth!" Yang Daâan, humiliated, couldnât help but lose his temper. However, he restrained himself, recalling Yang Chuxiaâs previous show of force and resolutely held his ground.
Yang Chuxia gave him a cold look, "If you dare, go ahead!"
Yang Daâan indeed didnât dare, but that didnât mean Ms. Liu was afraid. Ms. Liu, still smarting from her noon beating, seized the chance when Yang Chuxia was unaware and picked up a stick aiming to hit Yang Chuxia.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"
Seeing the stick in Ms. Liuâs hand, Ms. Wang charged forward to block her. Ms. Liu was ruthless; failing to strike Yang Chuxia, she smacked Ms. Wang instead, thinking it made no difference as long as she hit one of the two.
Seeing Ms. Wang hit, Yang Chuxiaâs expression turned icy and, without hesitation, she swung the hoe at Ms. Liu.
As she swung, she yelled, "I warned you about your foul mouth and hands. You wouldnât listen, would you? Believe me or not, Iâll beat you dead right here."
"Mother, husband, help! Sheâs killing me!" Ms. Liu is overweight and less agile than young Yang Chuxia and kept being chased and smacked by her. The others, seeing the hoe in Yang Chuxiaâs hand, didnât dare step forward.