Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Zhao Cunliang took out all his anger on Tian Guilan.

His face flushed, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"You ungrateful woman, I work so hard outside and can't even have a hot meal when I get home, and you still think you're being unreasonable?"

As he said this, he raised his hand, pretending to hit Tian Guilan.

Tian Guilan was so frightened that she took a few steps back, but she still held her head up stubbornly: "Hit me, hit me to death if you dare! I've had enough of this!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard to hold them back.

Zhao Cunliang's hand paused in the air for a moment, and finally he slapped it hard.

With a "slap", a red slap mark instantly appeared on Tian Guilan's face.

"You shrew, you are so rebellious!" His voice was deafening.

Tian Guilan covered her face and burst into tears in despair: "Zhao Cunliang, you are not a human being! I have given so much to this family, and you treat me like this!"

Her crying was full of grievance and anger.

At this time, the house was in a mess, and the child was trembling with fear in the corner. Zhao's mother heard the noise in the room and could only sigh helplessly.

Tian Guilan yelled at the top of her lungs, "Where's the grain you harvested? You've been out all afternoon, and you haven't brought back a single grain of rice!"

Zhao Cunliang's momentum weakened when the harvest was mentioned. He sighed and said, "I'm afraid there won't be any harvest this year!"

When Tian Guilan heard that there was no harvest, the anger that had been suppressed in her was instantly ignited.

Her eyes widened as she rushed towards Zhao Cunliang, shouting sharply, "Zhao Cunliang, look at what you've done! How can we live like this?"

As she said that, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Cunliang's face.

Zhao Cunliang was not to be outdone. He grabbed Tian Guilan's arm and roared, "You crazy woman, how dare you hit me!" The two of them started fighting in an instant.

Tian Guilan struggled desperately, kicking Zhao Cunliang and cursing, "It's all your fault. You ignored my advice and insisted on stealing the rice seedlings. Now, our whole family is starving!"

Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn.

Zhao Cunliang was so angry and embarrassed by the scolding that he pushed Tian Guilan hard, causing her to fall to the ground.

She sat on the ground and cried loudly: "Why am I so miserable that I married a good-for-nothing like you!" Her cries echoed in the empty yard.

The neighbors heard the noise and rushed over to try to stop the fight, but both of them were still very angry and neither of them was willing to give up.

There were also many people who came to watch the fun.

They gathered outside Zhao Cunliang's yard, whispering and pointing at each other.

"The Zhao family is in complete chaos. Not only is there no harvest, but the couple are also fighting."

An old lady curled her lips and said, "Humph, it was Zhao Cunliang who stole the rice seedlings in the first place. This is karma."

The old man next to him nodded in agreement: "It's not easy for Tian Guilan either. She takes care of the elderly and manages the household chores, and yet she still doesn't get any good treatment."

A young woman said in a broken voice, "Xiuying was bullied by Tian Guilan before the family split up. Xiuying was in charge of all the big and small matters of the Zhao family. Tian Guilan deserves what she has now!"

From time to time, there were sobs and laughs from the crowd.

A few children peeked in from the gaps in the crowd out of curiosity, but were pulled back by adults.

"Don't look at this, little kid. Go home."

But the children still couldn't help but take a few sneak peeks.

In the courtyard, Zhao Cunliang and Tian Guilan were still arguing and fighting fiercely, completely oblivious to the crowd watching outside. This farce seemed to show no sign of stopping.

The crowd gradually dispersed until the two men were bruised and exhausted.

Zhao Cunliang was panting and slumped on the ground, his face covered with bruises, his eyes filled with fatigue and helplessness.

Tian Guilan's hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn in several places. She leaned against the wall, sobbing non-stop, her voice becoming hoarse: "I can't live like this anymore..."

The yard was in a mess, as if it had just experienced a storm.

The last onlooker shook his head and left, still muttering, "This couple is really committing a sin."

As the crowd dispersed, the surroundings gradually became quiet, leaving only the heavy breathing and occasional sobs of Zhao Cunliang and Tian Guilan.

On the other hand, Xiuying was invited to the village chief's home to discuss holding a village banquet to celebrate the great harvest.

In the main hall of the village chief's house, as soon as Xiuying walked in, the village chief greeted her warmly: "Xiuying, please sit down." The village chief smiled and his eyes were full of joy.

Xiuying smiled and sat down, saying, "Village Chief, you asked me to come here for the village banquet, right?"

The village chief nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, our village has a bumper harvest this year, we have to celebrate it well, I want to hear your ideas." The village chief poured Xiuying a cup of tea.

Xiuying took the teacup and thought for a moment: "Village head, I think the village banquet should be lively. Invite all the men, women, young and old in the village so that everyone can have fun together.

The dishes are made with vegetables grown at home and livestock raised at home, which is both affordable and delicious." Xiuying's eyes sparkled with excitement.

The village chief nodded after hearing this and said: "Good, good idea! Let's set up the venue in the open space in the center of the village, set up a tent and put out tables and chairs." As the village chief spoke, he gestured with his hands.

The village chief went on to say, "We can also invite the village opera troupe to perform some opera to cheer everyone up." The two of them chatted animatedly, both looking forward to this grand village banquet.

Xiuying was surprised to hear that there was an opera troupe in the village.

"Ah? I didn't know there was an opera troupe in our village."

The village chief smiled and explained, "That family hasn't been in our village long, and they keep a low profile. The man sings, and the woman plays the strings, and they work well together. They occasionally perform to earn a living."

Xiuying nodded slightly, curiosity in her eyes: "So that's how it is. Then he must have some skills."

The village chief continued, "We're inviting them to this village banquet so that the villagers can have some fun."

Xiuying smiled and replied, "That's great! The village banquet will definitely be more lively with the opera performance."

At this time, a breeze blew outside the window, bringing a hint of coolness, as if it was also looking forward to this joyful village banquet.

After the two discussed and decided, Wang Shufen and Xiuying would go and tell the outsider who sang the songs tomorrow to come and sing songs at the village banquet.

Xiuying and the village chief smiled at each other, as if they had already seen the lively and joyful scene at the village banquet.

After saying goodbye to the village chief, Xiuying returned home, still thinking about the mysterious outsider. At night, Xiuying lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and her mind kept thinking about the next day's trip.

Shi Liu and A Fan were still practicing their marksmanship in the yard. Both of them were concentrating and their moves were fierce.

Shi Liu shouted, "Watch this!"

Afan dodged sideways and fired back: "Don't underestimate me!"

Two martial arts masters flew over Xiuying's house, their clothes fluttering and their bodies agile.