Chapter 70 - Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Someone Jumps into the River 1 (1/2)

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Someone Jumps into the River 1

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“What did you say, Chen Dalian? Who are you calling petty?”

Chen Sanyou instantly flared up at this, taking off a shoe and hurling it at him: “Bugger off! Stop putting on a show in front of me.”

This unfounded comment stirred up his old grudges, faning the flames of his anger.

Damn Chen Dalian! That bald-headed jerk! Ignoring him wasn’t enough, now he had come to his door to mock him.

Seeing Chen Sanyou suddenly lose his temper, Chen Changsheng knew that he was about to go berserk and start hitting people again, so he quickly turned and ran. He only dared to shout insults back when he was far away:

“You old geezer! You have the audacity to throw a shoe at me while we’re just having a conversation! Just wait and see! I’ll complain to the Clan Leader about your insolence and how you’ve become unreasonable with age! Absolutely unreasonable!”

Of course, Chen Changsheng didn’t actually go to see the Clan Leader since the Clan Leader was Chen Sanyou’s older brother; approaching him would just result in further agony for himself.

As he stomped back home, he ran into Old Chen, and immediately began to complain.

“Can you believe that Chen Sanyou? I was just talking to him, and the bastard threw his stinking shoe at me…

Who am I doing this for? The East Village does nothing productive, just messing around, and it’s making our villagers restless that they can’t even focus on farming. This is unacceptable! I’m going to complain to Lizheng. He needs to step in.”

Old Chen glanced at him, nonchalantly saying, “Then you should hurry, otherwise you’ll miss your lunch.”

Chen Changsheng: …Everyone’s being so nasty today, just like Chen Ergou. They’re all so insufferable!

“Humph!” He snorted and turned to leave. It felt like he was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Old Chen paid him no mind and continued on his way home.

He still remembered how this guy had been selfish back in the day, which had caused him to get beaten. Now, every time the weather gets bad, his butt still hurts.

How could he have time to listen to others whine, while he had his own problems to worry about? His second son failed the college entrance exam again, and Old Chen was so dejected that he lost his appetite.

Before he even got to his front door, he heard crying and yelling from his home.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his daughter-in-law, from the Han Family, brutally beating her child with a bamboo stick.

Chen Wan, his granddaughter, was already nine years old. She was old enough to be betrothed, yet her mother was still scolding and abusing her. She wasn’t afraid that the child would be damaged and not be able to marry into a good family.

“That’s enough! Are you done yet?”

For the first time in his life, Old Chen screamed at his second daughter-in-law, “Look at what you’ve done to Wan! What the hell is your problem?”

The Han woman was startled by Old Chen’s sudden rebuke and quickly stopped her actions.

Unappeased, Old Chen continued, “Han, I’m not one to speak ill of you, but just look at what you’ve done to our home! The neighbors look down on us because of your misbehavior. Can you not disrupt the peace for one day? How is our second son supposed to go out in public or focus on his studies with all this?”

The Han woman didn’t dare to talk back. She tossed the bamboo stick and went into her room.

Chen Wan sobbed for a while, then ran out of the courtyard.

Old Chen didn’t interfere and returned to his own room, feeling frustrated.

Feng was sitting on the heated bed, spinning cotton into thread, she glanced at him and asked: “What’s wrong today? You’ve actually started scolding people.”

Old Chen sat down on the edge of the heated bed, slid off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and lifted his small teapot to drink from it. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Do you think the kid in the Jiang Family from East Village is really our second son’s?”

Feng kept on spinning the cotton without lifting her head, “Who knows. Wasn’t it you who said you wouldn’t get involved? Why are you suddenly bringing this up now?”

Old Chen took another sip of tea and snapped his mouth shut, “They say the Jiang Family in the east village has struck it rich, first catching a big fish, then growing some sort of golden ears, and now they have come up with this Divine Gourd. Even people from other villages are coming to see it…”

“Do you finally believe now?”

Feng suddenly perked up, craning her neck, “I’ve seen the Divine Gourd too. It’s just a shame I couldn’t touch it. They say that you’ll have good luck if you touch it, look at the poor people in East Village, they’re all so spirited now.

I told our second son to touch it too, but he refused. Ah, and now there’s no chance to touch it, the Jiang Family has sold the Divine Gourd. Humph, they only care about money, even willing to sell something that was gifted by an Immortal. ”