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

"what!"

Mother Zhao lost her balance and fell off the stool.

Pointing at the eldest daughter-in-law, he asked, "What did you say?"

The four precious grandchildren, holding the black steamed buns in their hearts, looked at Tian Guilan, and time seemed to stand still.

Tian Guilan slapped her thigh and shouted, "Mom, that little whore Yang Xiuying killed your chickens!"

The four precious grandchildren were the first to come to their senses.

Guangzong: "I was wondering why I smelled chicken. Turns out Second Aunt killed Grandma's chicken."

Yaozu: "Second Aunt, since you killed the chicken, why don't you ask us to eat together? Can they finish one chicken?"

Dafu: "Those are the chickens that grandma fed. How can they just kill them? Even if they kill them, can they eat them?"

Dagui: "Some girls actually dared to set their sights on Ah Nai Ji. They think our eldest wife's family is empty."

My father, who brought honor to our family and was rich and powerful, found a job as a porter in the city, earning twenty cents a day and coming home once a month.

When Zhao's mother saw her four older grandsons, she felt warm in her heart. The older grandsons were the best. When encountering problems, she had to rely on the boys.

Tian Guilan helped Zhao's mother up. "Mom, Xiuying said you told her to eat whatever she wanted, and that if you were unhappy, she would kill all the chickens and eat them."

"How dare she!" Mother Zhao led her four eldest grandchildren to the second house. "Today, let her see who is the head of this family!"

With four grandsons to rely on, Zhao's mother was not at all panicked when facing a bunch of girls from the second house. She would regain her lost face soon and make them cry and beg her. The old ones are still experienced, and Yang Xiuying is still too young.

Although Zhao's mother gave birth to two sons, she was often bullied by her mother-in-law when she was young. After finally becoming a mother-in-law, how could she let a daughter-in-law ride on her head, not to mention that she gave birth to seven money-losing children.

……

"The chicken is not cooked enough. If it is cooked a little longer, it will be more flavorful."

"Mother, the chicken is delicious."

"Chicken soup is much more delicious than vegetable porridge."

bang——

The dilapidated wooden door was kicked open

Zhao's mother came in with her four grandchildren, followed by Tian Guilan.

"Yang, you are getting bolder and bolder. Do you still take me, your mother-in-law, seriously?"

On the right of Zhao's mother stood Guangzongyaozu, and on the left stood Dafudagui, acting like the head of the family. Now there were no villagers around, and no one was talking to help Yang Xiuying.

Yang Xiuying shook her clothes and stood up. Her seven daughters stood up without any panic.

The chicken is eaten by everyone, how can I let my mother face it alone?

When Zhao's mother saw that the seven girls dared to go against her, she immediately started yelling.

"You're rebelling! My Zhao family provided you with food and clothing in vain, but you've only raised a bunch of ungrateful wolves."

Mother Zhao now only regretted that she had not sold these girls earlier. If they were kept, they would be a nuisance.

Yang Xiuying was very satisfied with her daughters' performance. No matter what, her daughters' hearts were with her.

"Mother-in-law, what are you doing? You brought a few half-grown boys into my house. Aren't you afraid of being gossiped about?"

Yang Xiuying greeted the exasperated Zhao's mother with a smile and pointed at the old hen with only a pile of bones left.

"Is it because I ate one of your chickens?"

Zhao's mother pointed at Yang Xiuying and cursed, "You little whore! I saved this chicken for laying eggs. I couldn't bear to eat it, so how dare you eat it?"

"Why shouldn't I dare?" Yang Xiuying, still smiling, looked at Zhao's mother. "Old Fourth took an egg from you earlier, and you made a scene that everyone in the village knew about. Now, do you still plan to let the villagers judge the matter?"

"I……"

Of course she couldn't, otherwise she would be branded as someone who stole her granddaughter and bullied her daughter-in-law. It was just a pity for the chicken. How could Zhao's mother swallow that? It was an old hen! She couldn't bear to eat it herself, so how could she deserve it?

Thinking of this, Zhao's mother narrowed her eyes slightly. Now everyone in the village was having lunch or resting at home. Even if there was any noise in this house, no one would know about it.

Mother Zhao ordered her four eldest grandsons, "Tie up these girls for me."

When it’s dark, send the eldest to the next village, then the second, the third…

Snapped-

Yang Xiuying took a kitchen knife and chopped it on the table.

"Let's see who dares! I killed the chicken. There's no difference between killing a person and a chicken. It's just a matter of slitting the neck."

The seven daughters stood behind Yang Xiuying, nodded silently in their hearts, looked at each other, and reached a tacit understanding. Since their mother was fighting for her life, they naturally could not fall behind.

Almost at the same time, the eldest brother picked up the broom in the house, the second brother picked up the sickle for chopping wood, the third brother picked up the shoulder pole behind the house, the fourth brother picked up the iron pestle, the fifth brother picked up the sharp knife, the sixth brother picked up the stool, and the seventh brother picked up the stone for stepping on his feet.

The seven daughters said in unison: "Mom, let us do it!"

Mother killed grandma's chickens to provide them with nourishment.

Zhao's mother shouted in panic, "Bring honor to our ancestors and make them rich and powerful! Quick, tie them up for me!"

The four eldest grandsons stared at the weapons in the hands of the seven sisters opposite them and took a step back. They were the Zhao family's beloved grandsons. What if these ignorant girls hurt them?

Grandma also thought, is her grandson less important than a chicken?

Tian Guilan was naturally worried about her son getting hurt. The girl across from her wasn't worth much, but her son was. She stepped forward, blocking her son's way and admonishing him, "Sister-in-law, we're not saying you can't eat that chicken. Look, it's not a holiday, and there's nothing wrong. Why did you kill the chicken?"

Yang Xiuying twirled the kitchen knife in her hand. "What does Sister-in-law mean? We need to check the almanac before killing a chicken. If you don't know, you might think the chicken is a relative of Sister-in-law."

Tian Guilan's face fell, and she was about to crush her with the idea of filial piety. "Sister-in-law, mother-in-law said that you can eat the food at this house, but you also have to know how to respect the elderly. The chicken is ready, and no matter what you say, you should ask mother-in-law to eat together. There is no reason to eat alone. If everyone is as selfish as you, who only thinks about themselves, then what filial piety is there? Life will be unbearable!"

"The eldest daughter-in-law is right." Mother Zhao snorted coldly, "Not only are you disrespectful to your mother-in-law, but you don't even know how to live your life. That's a laying hen. Do you know how many eggs it lays? How many chickens will hatch from these eggs, and how many eggs will the hen lay!"

"Look around the village and see if there's any family living like you!"

Mother Zhao howled as she spoke: "My poor son, you married a wife who doesn't know how to manage a family and doesn't respect her mother-in-law. Life is unbearable for you."

Yang Xiuying sat down on a low stool: "Since we can't get along, let's split up!"

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