Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Grandma Yang Yuqing heard the sound of a stone smashing a pot. She came to the kitchen with a gloomy face, glanced at the broken pot, and her anger level soared to the maximum.

He raised his hand and slapped his eldest daughter-in-law across the face, cursing, "You shameless little whore, I asked you to cook a meal and you smashed the pot! I've been giving you face!"

The eldest daughter-in-law kept explaining, "Mother, I really didn't smash it. I don't know where that stone came from. I was covering the pot with the lid just now."

The old woman spat and cursed, "Stop lying to me! We're all old foxes, why are you playing tricks on me? Boss, boss, are you fast asleep? Hurry up and discipline this scheming woman of yours!"

Finally, the old lady used an earthenware pot to cook a pot of porridge, which solved the breakfast problem for her and her eldest son. As for her eldest son's wife, she didn't get a single bite. The old lady said, "If you dare to smash the pot with a stone, it would be a waste to give her a single bite of food."

As for the third son and his wife, they didn't get a single bite. They dared to defy the old woman, disobey her arrangements, and even threatened her with not cooking. They didn't deserve to eat. It would be better if they starved to death than to lose two ungrateful wretches!

Watching the old lady and her husband eat porridge, the eldest daughter-in-law felt extremely wronged, tears welling up in her eyes, and went into her room.

As soon as she entered the room, she heard a loud bang from the door behind her, and the glass in the door shattered. She was startled and quickly turned around to look. She was sure she hadn't used any force when she closed the door. What happened to the door?

The old woman outside continued to curse: "Shameless little whore, I said a few words to you and you dare to slam the door, boss, you don't care, do you? If you don't care, you can all get out of here today, you've really gone too far."

The eldest son coaxed her for a while, saying he would beat her up after she finished eating, which finally got the old lady to make only a little bit more, barely enough for the mother and son to fill their stomachs.

The eldest son was also fed up with his wife's unruly behavior, which often involved smashing pots and slamming doors. After dinner, he went into the house and gave her a good beating.

It was past eight o'clock, and no one had brought her food. Yang Yuzhu, who was starving, returned home. She had received an IV drip yesterday, and her face was only slightly swollen.

When she got home, she started making a huge scene, demanding to know why her mother hadn't brought her food. The whole family was arguing and fighting over the pot, and things escalated into a major argument once again!

Yang Yuzhu's mother was also extremely aggrieved. She didn't know what had happened today; her pot was smashed and the glass on the door was broken.

They blamed everything on themselves. The eldest son beat his wife severely, felt relieved, cursed a few more times, and then got up to go out and boast to his mother.

Aunt Yang Yuqing was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) sobbing uncontrollably. Just as the eldest son walked to the door and looked at the broken glass, a clod of dirt suddenly appeared behind him and hit the back of Uncle Yang Yuqing's head with a loud thud.

Yang Yuqing's uncle's head lurched forward and slammed against the door frame with a thud.

Beset on both sides, Yang Yuqing's uncle gritted his teeth in anger. He turned around and saw the woman still lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), pretending to cry. Beside her was a clod of earth.

He turned back to the kang (a heated brick bed), straddled his wife, and gave her another beating, yelling as he did so: "You wretched woman, you smashed the pot, slammed the door, and even threw clods of dirt at me! Are you going crazy? Are you going crazy?"

Yang Yuqing's aunt was stunned again. "When did I hit you?" she thought. She got angry after being hit, grabbed a clod of dirt on the kang (a heated brick bed), swung it, and smashed it on Yang Yuqing's uncle's head.

Yang Yuqing's uncle cried out "Ouch!" as he was hit and felt dizzy and disoriented. He clutched his head and collapsed to the side.

Yang Yuqing's aunt flipped over and straddled him, crying and hitting him at the same time: "I told you, I didn't smash the pot, I didn't slam the door, and I didn't hit you either. I'll show you why you didn't believe me."

Before long, Yang Yuqing's uncle's face was scratched and mangled by her. The bloody marks looked gruesome.

Li Mo'er was laughing so hard she almost fell over in the hotel. This is a lesson for you all, for your ill intentions.