Old Mrs. Liu came over carrying a dung bucket on her shoulder, also filled with anger. She started cursing loudly in the direction of the Su family.
"I don't know which bastard is worse than pigs and dogs. He is jealous of my Qiao Er and is doing bad things behind her back. If you have the guts, come out and tell me in public.
You dare not bring it up in the open, and you only dare to hide behind like a rat. You are such a filthy thing that you cannot see. Sooner or later, I will tear you apart."
The two village women were already a little scared when they saw Tian Guihua interrupting, and now they saw that Old Lady Liu was also very angry, and they regretted holding Liu Chunfang.
"Aunt Liu, we...we just listened to it and didn't take it seriously."
"Yes, yes, yes. We just came to tell you so that you are not kept in the dark."
One of them was afraid that Old Lady Liu would cause trouble for him, so he quickly whispered:
"Aunt Liu, I heard that Su Qiaoqiao spread the story, and she described it in a very vivid way at the time.
But no one believed her. Who would believe her when her mother is like that? "
"I knew it was these shameless people. I'll go find her."
Old Mrs. Liu put the dung bucket down, rolled up her sleeves and left.
Liu Chunfang was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so she quickly put the basket on the ground and chased after her: "Mom, I'll go with you."
Tian Guihua wanted to follow them, but when she saw the basket full of vegetables on the ground, she stretched her neck and shouted at their backs:
"Aunt Liu, Chunfang, go ahead. I'll carry the dung bucket and basket home for you. You can come back and get them later."
When they arrived at the Su family's house, Old Lady Liu was furious and kicked open the gate of the Su family's courtyard.
When he saw Su Qiaoqiao hanging clothes on a rope in the yard, he walked up to her and slapped her hard without saying a word.
'Pop'
"Ah! Why did you hit me?"
Su Qiaoqiao was almost knocked unconscious by the sudden slap. She screamed and ran into the house.
Old Mrs. Liu was not afraid of being accused of bullying others by taking advantage of her age, so she reached out and grabbed her braid, then slapped her twice in the face.
"I'm going to hit you, a shameless and despicable thing."
"Your mother is a slut, and you are not a good person either. You act as a lookout for your mother just for a little money.
If you follow suit, you'll become a shameless piece of trash like your mother.
Now you only know how to gossip and talk nonsense everywhere, maybe you will be more capable than your mother in the future."
"Let me go, let me go!"
Su Qiaoqiao's cheeks felt numb and painful, and soon became swollen.
She wanted to hide, but her hair was grabbed and she couldn't get free.
Yang Yue'e heard her daughter's scream in the house and ran out in a hurry.
As soon as he saw the situation in the yard, he picked up a broom from the corner and rushed over with his slightly bulging belly.
"Old woman, if you dare to hit my daughter, I will fight you."
Old Lady Liu pushed Su Qiaoqiao away, patted her chest and stood there with a vicious look on her face: "Come on, I'll stand here and wait for you today, let's see who can beat who."
"Mom, it hurts." Su Qiaoqiao's eyes were filled with tears and she quickly ran to hide behind her mother.
When Liu Chunfang saw Yang Yue'e pick up a bamboo broom, she quickly ran to the pile of firewood, picked up a long stick as thick as her wrist, and ran over to block her mother with a "dong dong dong":
"Mom, please stand aside. I just can't get rid of my anger. I'm going to get rid of this evil child in her belly today to vent my anger."
When Old Lady Su heard that Old Lady Liu and her daughter had gone to her house angrily, she hurried back.