Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 92

This little boy is Zhang Zhaocai, the only son of Tang and Zhang Zhuzi.

Zhang Zhaocai found a thick stick for his father. When Tang saw it, his face turned pale with fright, and he burst into tears and snot, begging for mercy and admitting his mistake.

Zhang Zhuzi said: "Good son! The stick I found for dad is really handy!"

As he said that, he slapped Tang's butt with a stick.

Tang yelled out in pain, and Zhang Zhaocai smiled happily, clapping his hands happily: "Father, you beat well! Keep hitting, hit your face!"

Su Li looked at Zhang Zhaocai and frowned. After all, Tang was his own mother, so why did he have such a son?
Zhang Zhuzi fought harder and harder, and some villagers were afraid that the fight would end badly, so they sent people to find the village head.

The village chief came and shouted to Zhang Zhuzi: "What's the trouble? Is this your house? Don't be ashamed, Zhang Zhuzi, believe it or not, I'll tie you up to the yamen!"

Zhang Zhuzi is a scumbag, he beats his wife very badly at home, but when he confronted the village chief, he immediately frightened him, threw the stick away, and said good things to the village chief with a flattering face, and then untied Tang from the tree.

As soon as Tang landed on the ground, she raised her eyebrows and stood in front of Zhang Zhuzi, glaring at the village head: "Why are you going to tie up the Yamen! He is my man, why do you want to tie him up! Village head, if you dare to tie up my man, I'm not finished with you! I go to your door every day to make trouble!"

The village chief felt a headache when he saw Tang. He knew that he would not interfere, and he would have let Zhang Zhuzi beat Tang to death: "Well, let me meddle in your own business! You can settle the matter between the two of you yourself. From now on, you will just ask Zhang Zhuzi to beat Tang to death." If you're dead, don't come to me for help!"

Mrs. Tang became very powerful all of a sudden, and put Zhang Zhuzi and Zhang Zhaocai behind him: "Who asked you for help? I called you here? Why do you have so many things? Why are you meddling with our family's affairs! Why don't you just call me?" A daughter-in-law, which of your daughters-in-law doesn't get beaten, what's the fuss?"

The village head lost his temper because of Tang's choking, shook his sleeves and left.

Tang yelled at the surrounding villagers: "What are you doing here, what should you do? Go, go!"

Zhang Zhaocai stared sideways at Tang Shi, kicked her on the calf, and cursed: "Lazy lady, I want to drink pimple soup!"

Tang immediately changed his face, smiled and said to Zhang Zhaocai: "Mother, go home and make pimple soup for my baby!"

After all, it seemed like a normal person had to take her husband and son home.

At dinner, Su Li told Wang about Tang, and Wang sighed for a while, and finally sighed: "It's fine for her man to beat her, even her son. Alas, she asked for it herself, no one else can blame her. "

Su Li smiled and said: "Mother is right, this person is not self-reliant, no matter how others try to help her, she will not be able to help her up." Fu felt that Tang's topic really hurt his appetite, so he picked up something happy and said: "Mother, the dividends of Xiangmanlou are coming soon. I think we will save money for a few months and build a new house after the busy season of spring plowing and farming. Our thatched cottage, which means that the climate is comfortable in the early spring, is still good." Okay, it will be hot to death in summer."

Wang smiled meaningfully and said: "There are so many large houses with three entrances and three exits. Our family needs to be filled with more people! Yuanbao A Li, you must work harder to have more fat babies."

Yuan Bao looked innocent: "Mom, why are you trying so hard to make a fat baby!?"

Su Li's face was flushed, and he tapped it with his chopsticks: "Yuan Bao, don't talk while eating, eat well!"

"Oh!" Yuan Bao covered his head aggrievedly, obediently eating the rice.

(End of this chapter)