Hearing that Wufu had beaten up Zhang Er, and turned him into a swollen porky mess who went home to tell on her, crying and wailing, Lady Chen, that shrewish woman, immediately led a few lads, armed with sticks and clubs, and headed for the mountain.
With nothing better to do, the villagers of Wozi Village flocked to Wufu’s house when they heard the gossip, not forgetting to grab a handful of sunflower seeds.
Liu Jin stood guard at the door and, seeing Lady Chen and her group approaching, called out to the back, "Miss, they’re here."
The Miss was truly prescient; after beating Zhang Erpang, she knew that the other party wouldn’t let it go peacefully.
Wufu sat in her chair, feigning sleep, with her Hoo Die knife in hand, twirling it deftly, causing Madam Zhou, who watched by her side, to be so frightened she didn’t dare make a sound.
Upon opening her eyes, a woman’s shrill and piercing voice rang out.
"Wufu, you wretched hag, get out here!"
A cold smirk curled the corner of Wufu’s mouth as she methodically stood up.
Outside, Lady Chen was already displaying the demeanor of Wozi Village’s number one shrew, hands on hips and cursing up a storm, with an endless variety of vile words.
Wufu walked to the doorway and saw, my, quite a crowd of gossip-thirsty onlookers snacking on sunflower seeds.
"Who let this mad dog bark at my door? If it’s rabid, it should be put down, right?" Wufu leaned against the doorway, speaking with scorn.
Lady Chen’s rant paused abruptly.
"Look at you, shameless wretch, still so arrogant after hitting someone? Who taught you that, your disgraceful mother?" Lady Chen sneered.
"Bring me my arrows."
The crowd fell silent. Bring the arrows? What did that mean?
They didn’t understand, but Liu Jin did, and quickly brought Wufu her bow and arrows.
Wufu took them without a word, took a large arrow, nocked it to the bowstring, drew and released—swoosh, the feathered arrow shot straight toward the ground near Lady Chen’s feet.
No sooner had they disagreed than an arrow was loosed.
The crowd of onlookers gasped in alarm, stepping back in unison.
Baozi, who had once been taught a lesson by Wufu, spat out a shell of a sunflower seed and huffed to the person next to him, "See that? A tigress is a tigress; not to be provoked."
This tigress was even more domineering than before, dispensing with fists and feet and shooting arrows directly.
Lady Chen was so frightened that her complexion turned pale, and while she wanted to retreat, she found herself unable to move; it was her eldest son who pulled her, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.
The feathered arrow shot straight into where Lady Chen had been standing. If she had delayed her retreat by two steps, she might have been shot in the foot.
"You, you dare to kill?" Lady Chen trembled as she pointed at Wufu, her voice quivering.
She was fierce, she was brutal, but at most that meant verbal fights, or pulling hair and pinching thighs with other women. Where had she seen this kind of display? Using weapons outright.
"Watch your mouth, or the next arrow will pierce through it," Wufu threatened as she took another arrow, aiming straight at her.
Lady Chen screamed, covering her face, while her children and servants began to cry out.
Zhang Da, trembling all over, exclaimed loudly, "Wufu, you started by hitting someone, and now you dare to kill? Murder is punishable by death."
Wufu scoffed with a smile, "How absurd, whom did I hit?" She looked at Zhang Erpang, who resembled a pig’s head, "Him? He fell on his own and is blaming it on me? Zhang Da, are you actually surnamed ’Blame’ perhaps?"
"It was you, you hit me," Zhang Erpang cried loudly.
"Where’s the evidence? Without evidence, don’t spout nonsense," Wufu snorted coldly. "Oh, the Zhang family does not need evidence; you just came to extort me, to bully a widow and her orphan. Fine, let us go see the official, let The Official judge."