Ms.Liu in the courtyard was like a dog, possessing keen senses; she sharply asked, "Qingrui, what’s that in your hand? Is it food? Are you daring to hide food?"
Yang Chuxia coldly glared at Ms. Liu, "Didn’t 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 Dachuan’s hand forcefully proclaimed, "Today, my dad isn’t going anywhere! He’s staying home to eat, and I dare anyone to object!"
"Xiaxia, I’m fine. I just need to finish a little work," Yang Dachuan was stunned by his daughter’s boldness but was still more afraid of Old Lady Hua.
"Dad!" Yang Chuxia’s voice suddenly rose. Her eyes swept over Yang Da’an 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? Can’t the fields survive without you? Little brother, get our dad inside to rest, he’s worked enough over the years, it’s 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 who’s living the life! Who’ll do the field work if everyone rests? Expecting the old man to do it? Yang Dachuan, you ungrateful son, our father’s that old and you still rely on him for work!" Yang Da’an began yelling, fearing that if Yang Dachuan went inside, he’d 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 Da’an.
Yang Da’an 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? Aren’t Uncle Two, Four, and others human? Aren’t uncle’s bulging muscles meant for work but rather to be sold off as meat?"
"You...you’re talking nonsense! I swear, I’ll shut your mouth!" Yang Da’an, humiliated, couldn’t help but lose his temper. However, he restrained himself, recalling Yang Chuxia’s previous show of force and resolutely held his ground.
Yang Chuxia gave him a cold look, "If you dare, go ahead!"
Yang Da’an indeed didn’t dare, but that didn’t 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. Liu’s 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 Chuxia’s 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 wouldn’t listen, would you? Believe me or not, I’ll beat you dead right here."
"Mother, husband, help! She’s 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 Chuxia’s hand, didn’t dare step forward.