Yang Huaming chuckled: "I'm not coming back from having a drink at Lao Li's house in the village. I'm passing by your house. If you happen to have a stomachache, come in and take care of it!"

Widow Liu snorted and pushed Yang Huaming towards the toilet door: "There are many disputes in front of Widow's door. You should go quickly. If someone sees you, I can't explain why!"

Yang Huaming dug his hands into the toilet door, unable to get out.

"Hey, what's going on with you? Are you playing rogue with me?"

Widow Liu went to pry Yang Huaming's fingers, but Yang Huaming grabbed her hand with her backhand.

He said with a playful smile: "What a cruel sister-in-law, you push me away when we meet! I care about my sister-in-law, and I want to love my sister-in-law. Can you please make it easier for me, sister-in-law?"

When Widow Liu heard this, she immediately understood Yang Huaming's true intention.

She was so frightened that her hands shook, she took a step back, and almost screamed.

There is a neighbor living next door, and his son is still writing in the house. Shouldn't this howl cause alarm?

Widow Liu gritted her teeth and cursed Yang Huaming in a low voice: "You damn bastard, Widow is teasing you too, you are not going to die in peace, get out of here, get out of here!"

She raised her foot and kicked Yang Huaming between his legs, but Yang Huaming twisted his waist to avoid it.

"Such a cruel sister-in-law, you kicked it, how can I hurt you later?"

With a force, he brought Widow Liu into his arms, turned her around and pressed her against the toilet wall behind her.

Wall bang!

Widow Liu was shackled between Yang Huaming's chest and the toilet wall. The woman's heart almost jumped out of her throat.

I had heard earlier that Yang Laosi was famous for being a flirt, and because of his good looks, he had affairs with many young girls and wives in the village.

Widow Liu still didn't believe it, but she had seen it this time.

"Sister-in-law, your man has been gone for so many years and you have been alone. Are you worried?"

Yang Huaming asked Widow Liu with a smile.

Widow Liu spat on Yang Huaming's face.

"If you are not shy or impetuous, you can take care of me!"

"Hey, sister-in-law's saliva is so sweet!" Yang Huaming dipped some of it into his mouth with his fingers, licked it, and smiled obscenely.

Widow Liu was so frightened that her calves trembled.

"Sister-in-law, I've been missing you for a long time. Ever since I saw you halfway up the mountain on the Winter Clothes Festival, I haven't even thought about food since I got home."

As Yang Huaming spoke, his hands became restless and touched Widow Liu's waist.

Widow Liu pushed hard on Yang Huaming's chest with her hands: "You beast, you have a wife at home and you still come out to steal. How many lives have you never seen a woman?"

"Hitting means kissing and scolding means loving. Sister-in-law, you can hit me, but hit me hard!"

Yang Huaming began to speak incoherently, pulling at Widow Liu's waistband and pressing her against the toilet wall.

The man's mouth, smelling of alcohol, was gnawing at the woman's face and neck...

"Damn it, I'm going to fight you!"

Widow Liu didn't know where she got the strength, but she pushed Yang Huaming away several steps.

She picked up a dung fork lying nearby and hit Yang Huaming all over him!

Yang Huaming was beaten so hard that he ran away with his head in his arms, and one of his shoes even fell into the cesspool below his squatting position.

Muzichuan heard a noise in the house and ran out, just in time to see a black figure climb out from the wall of his house.

It hit the ground hard!

Look at your mother again, rushing out of the toilet with disheveled hair, disheveled clothes, and a dung fork in her hand!

Muzichuan immediately understood what was going on. The boy looked so handsome and livid!

He clenched his fists, ran towards the courtyard door, and grabbed an adobe brick in his hand.

"Zichuan, don't chase, don't chase!"

Widow Liu threw away the dung fork and rushed forward, grabbing Mu Zichuan's arm from behind.

Mu Zichuan made no sound, staring angrily outside the yard, and made no move to take his feet back.

Widow Liu was so anxious that she almost burst into tears. She walked to Mu Zichuan and begged in a lowered voice.

"Son, listen to mother, let's go home. Is it okay to go home?"

Mu Zichuan saw his mother in front of him with tears streaming down her face and her whole body shaking. He frowned and turned around and returned to the house.

Widow Liu gathered up her untidy clothes and followed her into the house.

Sitting on the stool in the main room, she kept wiping her tears.

"Your father passed away early, leaving us and my mother behind. I raised you up, and you have suffered so many shocks over the years!"

"I look forward to it day and night, save money and money, and weave until I am blind. I hope that you can study hard and get a good name in the future, so that my mother can survive her hard life!"

"It's good for you. You just got admitted as a scholar, but your thoughts are crazy. You don't listen to your mother and think about fat girl..."

"It's really boring for my mother to live. She's being bullied like this by the gangsters in the village. It's better to die..."

Mu Zichuan stood in front of Widow Liu with his fists clenched.

Seeing his mother crying with runny nose and tears, his heart felt like a knife being twisted.

"A few years ago, your father-in-law and mother-in-law advised me to remarry. I couldn't bear to leave you, my son!"

"You must be successful, and you must give your mother a voice. When you are successful, we will be proud and proud. Those gangsters and scoundrels in Changping Village will no longer dare to bully us..."

"boom!"

A muffled sound interrupted Widow Liu's cry.

Mu Zichuan was seen kneeling down in front of Widow Liu.

"Mom, my son is unfilial and has made my mother suffer!"

Mu Zichuan choked and said, "From now on, my son must be undistracted and study hard!"

He knocked his forehead against Widow Liu's feet and knocked her three times.

"When my son becomes successful, he will take his mother out of Changping Village and out of this hellish place!"

"well!"

Widow Liu nodded repeatedly, bent down to help Mu Zichuan, and patted the dust off his knees.

"My son's words will make my mother laugh out of her dreams."

"Well, my son will definitely live up to his mother's expectations!"

"Son, you study hard and you will be able to read well in the future. What kind of girl won't be there? Men, you can't keep your eyes on the palm-sized land of Changping Village, do you understand?"

Widow Liu patiently persuaded me.

Mu Zichuan nodded, "Mom, I understand. Tomorrow, I will pack my bags and go to the school in the town to study hard."

The book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house.

Yang Ruoqing, wait until the day when I, Mu Zichuan, become famous and return home in fine clothes.

I will definitely make you understand that I, Mu Zichuan, am a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than Luo Fengtang!

…

When Yang Huaming returned home in disgrace, Mrs. Liu had coaxed her two girls to sleep and was squatting at the foot of the bed with a basin to wash herself.

Ms. Liu was shocked when she saw Yang Huaming come in with two red and swollen bumps on his forehead.

"Her dad, what's wrong with you? Are you fighting with someone?"

Mrs. Liu hurriedly pulled up her pants and ran over in a hurry.

She raised her hand to look at the bag on Yang Huaming's forehead, but Yang Huaming pushed her away.
Chapter completed!