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The hatred in Mrs. Duan's eyes was exposed, and her face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. Mr. Duan sat aside with empty hands, smoking a dry pipe.

The sky was gloomy and the air was dull. The room was dark, but the candlelight was very bright. It was already dark, and in the past, the second son's wife was reluctant to light the lamp. But today, she vented all her long-suppressed resentment, and was in a very good mood. She even lit a few more lamps.

The flickering candlelight revealed their resentful faces, and she had already cooked another table of dishes, which she happily brought into the inner room to eat with Fubao's family.

Fubao sat on the kang and watched Erya's mother happily carry the chicken soup into the house: "Hey, try it quickly, this is the fattest chicken."

The chopsticks in Erya's hand fell to the ground with a click, and her eyes were filled with tears: "Mother, are we not going to have a family anymore?" This was the only hen in the family that could lay an egg every day, and the only source of food. On weekdays, Erya's family valued it very much and often caught insects to feed it.

Arya's mother was stunned for a moment: "It is important to make sure that the little benefactor eats well. There will be chicken in the future."

I have to say that Erya's mother is a smart one. She must have suppressed her temper before, but now that she has let go, she is still very good at talking. Fubao now believes that she used to do business.

It was windy and rainy outside. The candlelight in the hall was bright, reflecting the gloomy and hesitant faces of several people.

Old Mrs. Duan hesitated for a long time, but finally put all her things inside and said, "No matter what the evil-minded person thinks, let's stay here for one night before leaving. I can't stand up if I fall down with my old arms and legs."

After saying that, he moved the bedding inside. Erya's mother was eating with chopsticks. When she heard the sound, she immediately rushed out with a kitchen knife and blocked the door: "I've given you a chance. If you want to follow Dafang, don't blame me for being ruthless. There is no room for you here."

She spoke with certainty. Originally, Old Mrs. Duan was not afraid of her. Long-term malnutrition made her look like she would be blown down by a gust of wind. Perhaps the kitchen knife was too bright to be ignored.

The old lady had no choice but to take several steps back, and could only curse at her, but could do nothing about her. She silently spread her bedding in the corner of the hall.

Erya's mother decided to go all out and locked the doors of the two rooms. Then she sat back and continued eating with a smile on her face.

Fubao: "Aunt is so powerful, why did she get bullied by them before?"

The corners of Erya's mother's mouth slowly drooped, and she silently rolled up her sleeves.

Everyone present gasped, and Fubao's eyes trembled with shock. Scars crisscrossed the yellow and black skin.

Erya's mother said to them calmly, "This scar is because I didn't wash the clothes for my sister-in-law, this scar is because I cooked late, this scar is because I was too slow to deliver water when watering the fields, and this scar is because my brother said the soup was too salty and poured it on me..."

Duan Lao Er clenched his fists, his back teeth creaking as he bit them: "Didn't you say that you were beaten up when you were out working?"

Erya's mother lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "What's the use of telling you? It will only make you more upset. We still have to live our lives, right?"

Duan Laoer immediately rushed out with the kitchen knife at hand, but Li Shuangrong held him down with one hand: "Who are you going to kill now that you get out? You've only been in prison for three years, are you going to let your wife and daughter continue to live like that?"

Duan Laoer's face turned red: "How dare he? How dare he? Who am I doing this for?"

Fu Bao: "Not everyone has a conscience. But you have to stay calm. You have finally come to a good life after all the hardships. Do you want to be dragged into the mud by such a person again? It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

Erya's mother slowly put her hands around Duan Laoer's and took the kitchen knife back: "I have never felt so relieved as I did today. It doesn't hurt anymore."

Duan Lao Er, who had originally cared about family affection, could not hold back his anger and ran out barefoot. Then, Duan Dashan's cries of pain and the screams of women and children were heard from outside.

No one went out to stop this farce. There was a lot of clanging outside, and then it returned to silence. The rainy night with thunder and lightning covered up most of the curses.

Fubao sat inside with a full stomach. Duan Laoer finally saw his elder brother's true face. The scars on his wife's body severed the last bit of their love.

Since there is no affection, then there is no need for them to stay here any longer. Fubao looked at the man who was beaten and lying on the ground in the rain, unable to turn over, spitting muddy water from his mouth, his whole body was covered in mud. His wife and children were all pushed out, struggling and wiping tears in the heavy rain.

The Duan family elders had never seen their second son be so magnanimous, and they were so frightened that they kept saying, "We didn't do anything."

Duan Lao Er gritted his teeth and said, "You just watched the boss bully Qiao'er and Erya and did nothing."

He closed his eyes in pain and pointed to the cowshed outside and said, "You raised me, I'll lend you the cowshed for one night. Don't let me see you tomorrow."

After saying this, he ignored the two people's angry curses and pleas, decisively pushed them out, and locked the door tightly.

Finally, it was quiet, and when the second child returned to his obedient self and sat back to eat quietly, Fubao watched as his movements gradually accelerated, his body slowly trembled, and finally he cried out in pain.

Duan Laoer: "Qiao'er! I feel sorry for you and your daughter."

Erya's mother: "No apologies, everything is fine now." She didn't expect that Duan Laoer would really sever ties with his family for her.

Fu Bao and Li Shuangrong looked at each other and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

Duan Lao Er said firmly: "I want him to pay back everything he owes us."

Fubao looked at this man who had been tortured for too long. His reputation, family, and future were almost all destroyed.

Erya's mother said embarrassedly: "I want to buy back the old wine shop."

Fu Bao nodded: "It's good that you have an idea. We won't be here for too long, so it's best to start preparing early."

Erya's mother nodded vigorously, and Duan Laoer stood up and gave Li Shuangrong water instead of wine, and toasted him several times.

The next morning, Fubao opened his eyes and found the yard had returned to peace. After being thrown out last night, they might have returned to the village overnight.

Fubao breathed in the moist and cool air with sleepy eyes, and his mind became clear.

She carefully walked around the muddy ground and went to the kitchen. As expected, nothing was left. Except for an iron pot that was probably too heavy to be stolen, there were only a few covered coarse porcelain bowls in the corner.

Food, vegetables, meat, all were swept away. These people were really shameless, and they didn't forget to steal some things after being thrown out.

A series of water drops fell from above onto Fubao's face.

Fubao looked up and saw a big hole in the roof. It was raining heavily outside and lightly inside. Except for the second wife, all the people in this Duan family were not good people.

The neatly stacked firewood was all soaked, and the things that could not be taken away were almost all destroyed.