Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Teaching a Mad Dog a Lesson_1 Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Teaching a Mad Dog a Lesson_1 Old Master Zhao took it and after a glance, stood up abruptly, “This price is too high, Ninth Sister Yang, please take it back and ask Doctor Luo to lower it.” Each type and size of porcelain vase had increased by five to ten wen money, especially the high-end large porcelain vases, which had gone up by twenty wen. Doctor Luo was clearly giving special consideration to their family.
The others were also shocked when they saw the prices.
“Uncle Luo set these prices based on the town’s market, if Grandpa Zhao feels uncomfortable, then just focus on making good porcelain vases and keep it a strict secret.” Yang Mengchen said with a smile, “Discuss it with your family tonight and tell me tomorrow, so I can reply to Uncle Luo. We’ll head back first.”
“Your aunt has gone to prepare dinner, why don’t you eat before you leave?” Madam Zhao Wang called out, trying to keep them from leaving.
Yang Mengchen smiled and declined, “Thank you, Grandma Zhao, but we siblings have been out all day, and our family will start to worry if we don’t return soon.”
“Since that’s the case, next time Grandma will treat you well.” Madam Zhao Wang dumped a basket of tangerines into Yang Chengrong’s carrying basket, and the family saw the four siblings out of the gate, not returning to the house until they could no longer see them.
After delivering snacks to the village head and Lizheng’s house, the four siblings headed home. As they passed by the Lan family’s front gate, the tightly closed doors suddenly opened, and a basin of black, smelly water was thrown out without warning. Fortunately, the four were quick to react and managed to dodge in time, avoiding being splashed.
“Oh dear, I thought there was no one outside the door, I didn’t expect you to be right at my doorstep. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” said Madam Lan Zhu, with high cheekbones and narrow, slanted eyes, her plump figure standing at the door holding an empty basin, speaking in a weird tone.
Whether it was unintentional or deliberate, the siblings of the Yang family couldn’t be bothered to argue and were about to leave. Then, Lan Zhu’s daughter Lan Yinghua, who was quite pretty but had the same narrow, slanted eyes as her mother, stared at Yang Mengchen with a nasty look.
“Mom, why waste words with an idiot? No matter what you say, can that idiot understand?”
Today, the village head and Lizheng had called the villagers to clear some wasteland, but the Yang family had actually dared to stop their family from going. How despicable and hateful! Especially this Ninth Sister Yang, who was obviously an idiot—why did people like and protect her more than they liked and protected herself? Why?
“What did you say?”
Whirling around, Yang Chengrong glared at Lan Yinghua with a fierce look in her eyes, “Say it again if you dare, and see if I won’t cut out your tongue!”
Lan Yinghua’s face went pale, but she defiantly shouted with false bravado, “You wouldn’t dare?”
“There’s nothing we wouldn’t dare do!” Yang Chengning and Yang Chengyou chorused, “Whoever dares to bully Ninth Sister, we brothers will risk our lives with her!”
Yang Mengchen watched with a smile, her heart filling with emotion.
Having never seen the young members of the Yang family looking so fierce and formidable before, Lan Yinghua trembled with fear, closing her mouth and daring not to speak any further.
Madam Lan Zhu, dropping the empty basin she held, cried out loudly and dramatically, “Hua’er’s father, come out quickly, the young Yangs are trying to kill someone!”
“The young Yangs dare to kill someone at my house, they’re courting death!”
Following a roar, Lan Yinghua’s father Lan Gensheng and her five brothers rushed out of the house, each holding a wooden stick, looking fierce and menacing.
Yang Chengrong and her two brothers quickly positioned themselves protectively in front of their sister, their expressions extremely vigilant.
“Father, just now Yang Chengrong said she was going to cut out my tongue, and Yang Chengning and Yang Chengyou said they’d risk their lives against us,” Lan Yinghua said as she hid behind her father and brothers, her voice shrill, “Father, brothers, you can’t let them off!”
Madam Lan Zhu also fanned the flames, “Yes, yes, yes, beat them to death!”
“Very well, you Yang family actually dare to attack our home, how outrageously arrogant. Today, it’s either you die or we perish!”
The animosity between the Yang and Lan families ran deep, and with the Yang family having barred them from clearing new fields during the day, and now calling for the beating of his wife and daughter, new hatred compounded with old grievances filled Lan Gensheng with rage. He charged at Yang Mengchen and her brothers, wielding a wooden stick.
All five of Lan Gensheng’s sons followed suit, clutching their sticks closely behind him.
“Brothers, fall back!” commanded Yang Mengchen in a deep voice.
Having only recently started martial arts training, the three brothers were naturally no match for their six adversaries armed with sticks. Moreover, Chengyou, though strong, still couldn’t control his power well. It would be easy to cause a fatal injury by mistake, which could lead to imprisonment. It wasn’t worth the risk.
The three Yang brothers were reluctant to let their sister face the confrontation alone, but they finally retreated, complying with their sister’s command with great unwillingness after a moment’s hesitation.
Watching the Lan family members charging toward her, Yang Mengchen’s dark eyes shimmered with a bone-chilling and icy light. A trace of a bloodthirsty, cruel smile lay on her lips as she curled them slightly. The Lan family actually dared to yell about killing her brothers right in front of her, seeking their own death!
“Brothers, watch closely how I teach these rabid dogs a lesson!” Yang Mengchen said, dodging the swing of Lan Gensheng’s stick while swiftly and lightly pressing the depression between the two bones below his right elbow.
Lan Gensheng suddenly felt a numbness in his right arm. The stick clattered to the ground, and his arms were dislocated by Yang Mengchen in one smooth motion, eliciting a scream of pain from him. His face paled, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
Seeing their father bullied by a young girl, all five of Lan’s sons, flushed with angered embarrassment, swung their sticks fiercely, aiming to strike Yang Mengchen.
With a cold smile, Yang Mengchen employed the capturing combat techniques she had learned in her past life. With a speed faster than lighting, she took all five sons down, dislocating their arms just as she had done to their father, and then punched them back viciously. Being knowledgeable in medical skill, she knew exactly where to hit to cause excruciating pain without leaving a trace.
The five Lan sons felt an unbearable pain coursing through their bodies as if they were being torn apart. Sadly for them, Yang Mengchen had gagged their mouths with cloth, preventing them from crying out.
The three Yang brothers, diligently obeying their sister’s command, watched the scene closely, feeling both refreshed and gratified.
For many years, the Lan family had relied on having connections in the county office to bully and humiliate their family. It was time they experienced what it felt to be trampled underfoot.
Seeing the miserable state of the six men, Lan Yinghua and her mother turned deathly pale, their legs gave way, and they slumped to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
They could never have imagined that the simple-minded Ninth Sister Yang would become so fierce and venomous. What were they to do now?
Step by step, as she approached the mother and daughter, Yang Mengchen’s face bore an air of deadly seriousness while her lips curled with a charming, devilish smile, like a poppy flower blossoming in full glory.
“What, what are you going to do?”
The Lan Yinghua mother and daughter, huddled together, saw the chilling, icy gaze in Yang Mengchen’s eyes, so cold they felt as though they were in the Thousand-year-old Cold Pool, the bone-chilling coldness spreading from their feet to their heads, causing their teeth to chatter uncontrollably.
Looking down at Lan Yinghua from her higher stance, Yang Mengchen’s voice was very gentle, but her words were chilling and ruthless, “Naturally, to make you wish you were dead!”
“You, you dare?” Lan Yinghua tried to suppress the terror in her heart as she threatened, “My uncle is the Senior Minister. If you dare touch us, he will never let you off!”