"You’re full of shit," Yang Anshi burst out irritably.
"And you take a dump," the old crone retorted, her voice equally loud as she shoved away the hand that reached out and took the opportunity to kick the other, "You with your black-hearted, rotten-livered, donkey face, thicker than a wall, doing things that make people blush to hear... Let everyone judge for themselves, see if you Yang Family can still stand in this village..."
Ruxin smiled to herself, Yang Anshi’s face indeed was a bit long, calling her a donkey face was quite apt, although she knew this old crone might not truly be on her side, but an enemy of an enemy is a friend, right? So, at this moment, she had quite the respect for this old crone, she was taking on Yang Anshi and old man Yang, which made things much easier for herself.
Of course, what impressed her even more were her uncles. Yang Baixiang had gone to the back of the village to bring her things and wasn’t there, but the other two were, yet neither of them had stepped forward to help their mother, not even Yang Baihe knew when she went back inside, leaving Yang Anshi alone in the fight.
Yang Peili’s face suddenly turned sour, and he couldn’t help but bellow, "Get out."
"Big brother, so imposing, but remember, where the road’s uneven, someone’s gonna trip," at this point, a tall, thin old man in the crowd of onlookers spoke up, "If you dare do it, you gotta dare to own up to it." It was the crone’s husband, Li Gaga, known as old Ga head, some also called him Old Gaga, and beside him stood his daughter Li Dafeng and son-in-law He Zhuang, even his grandson He Xiaozhuang was there.
"Old Ga head, you..." Yang Peili frowned, "What do you mean?" He wanted to lash out, but he also knew they were in the wrong, so he had to suppress his anger.
"I mean what I said." Li Gaga smiled, "Which one of Yang Family’s deeds can withstand people’s talk? Your actions, aren’t they tarnishing the village’s reputation? Maybe other girls will start thinking all the mothers-in-law here are just as nagging to their daughters-in-law, and who would dare to marry into this place then?" The old man had a way with words, directly escalating the conflict to the entire village, since there were plenty of unwed and age-appropriate boys in the village.
Yang Peili’s face became even uglier, and he hurriedly pulled Yang Anshi back, although he knew the other party was deliberately besmirching him, he just couldn’t help but continue, because making a fuss would only result in their family’s downfall.
The two old women were separated, and the physical fight couldn’t continue, but neither of their mouths was idle.
"What goes around comes around..." the old crone adjusted her messy hair, looking disdainfully at Yang Anshi—she had gotten the upper hand in the fight after all, "People as black-hearted and rotten-livered as you deserve the deepest pit of Hell... Never seen such malicious people like you, even willing to hurt your own grandchildren, how dark-hearted must someone be to do such a thing... Do such people even deserve to be honored by others? You’re the kind of people who deserve neither to raise children nor to have a proper burial... Watch, your time for regret will come..."
Indeed, everyone’s heart is biased, generally feeling that girls are a loss, and only boys can carry on the family lineage, hence the preference for sons over daughters, an invidious custom that’s lasted for many years, to the point where daughters-in-law, who come from outside family names, could just up and leave if calamity strikes.
But generally, grandparents are good to grandsons, after all, they are the male heirs of the family, perhaps one day relying on them to wear hemp and carry the longevity basin for one’s own funeral.