Chapter 9: Widow Lin Kills Her Husband?

Three hundred yuan was a considerable sum, especially for the Yue Family.

But not a single family member dared to flaunt it; everyone acted like they had their mouths sawn shut, even more somber than usual.

Early in the morning, Lin Chunju took out five yuan.

"Jiannan, go to Butcher Liu's at noon and get a few pounds of meat."

Yue Jiannan replied with an 'ah', "Mom, didn't you say that wealth should not be flaunted? Why are we eating meat then?"

Lin Chunju pouted, "The money won't breed children if it's just lying around; better to improve the family's diet. Your second sister-in-law now needs to nurse two babies; she needs to regain her strength."

Yue Jiannan then took the money and ran out quickly.

In the courtyard, Yue Xingxing heard the word 'meat' and unclearly clapped her hands, saying, "Eat meat, meat good."

Lin Chunju picked her up, her smile only ever so tender when facing the child.

"Xingxing is a good girl; when our family has money, we'll eat meat every meal."

At that moment, Zhou Er Gou's wife happened to be heading out to dump water and overheard the comment, letting out a snicker.

"The sun's still out, and you're already dreaming?"

The Yue Family was the poorest in Daye Village, yet they still dreamt of eating meat at every meal.

Lin Chunju, without even bothering to acknowledge her, waved her off like a fly and carried the little granddaughter back into the house.

Zhou Er Gou's wife, feeling embarrassed, spat and splashed out the water in her basin forcefully.

With dirty words continuing under her breath, she muttered, "The old widow was born to curse her husband; it served Yue Dashan right to die young."

Before her words even faded, Lin Chunju burst out of the house like a cannonball, raising her hand to deliver a slap across the woman's face.

Zhou Er Gou's wife was so stunned she saw stars, and just as she thought to retaliate, her scalp tightened.

The burning pain made her tears flow uncontrollably.

"My goodness, murder! Let go, you old widow, let go of me."

Lin Chunju was clutching the woman's hair with one hand and relentlessly slapping her face with the other.

"I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut, teach you to talk nonsense."

Zhou Er Gou's wife, younger than Lin Chunju, was beaten without the strength to fight back.

At first she struggled wildly, but it quickly turned into pitiful wailing and begging for mercy.

The villagers were drawn by the noise, and even Wang Xiaoni, who was nursing Yue Qingqing, rushed out, dragging her shoes.

"Mom, stop hitting her, what happened?"

Lin Chunju ignored her and gave Zhou Er Gou's wife two more hard slaps on the mouth.

It wasn't until the village head, along with some able-bodied workers who were still on the job, arrived that Lin Chunju finally stood up from the ground.

She casually straightened out the wrinkles in her clothes and tied her messy hair back behind her head.

Yue Qingqing's eyes sparkled as she gazed admiringly at her grandmother, licking her lips as if she hadn't had her fill.

This fighting power... was too strong!

The wish to live as a carefree idler in this life seemed to have a bit of a chance of coming true.

The village chief, surnamed Zhang, was well-respected in the village.

Upon seeing Zhou Er Gou's wife disheveled on the ground, he sighed.

"Sister-in-law from the Lin Family, what happened here? Why did it come to blows?"

Zhou Er Gou's wife, covering her face, wailed hoarsely, "I can't live anymore; Widow Lin wants to kill me, she's going to beat me to death."

Village Chief Zhang's eyelid twitched; Zhou Er Gou's wife was known for being a gossip and troublemaker in the village, and this was not her first offense.

Now she was complaining without making any sense, endlessly shrieking until it hurt everyone's ears.

It was Lin Chunju who coldly said, "She called me a husband-cursor and insulted old Yue for his untimely death."

Zhou Er Gou's wife immediately clammed up, her face still covered and silent.

In the village, calling someone a widow who brings bad luck or a star of death was something that, if heard by the person involved, could lead them to come at you with a knife.

Getting beaten for it was well-deserved.

Zhou Er Gou's wife cursed inwardly; who knew Lin Chunju's ears were so sharp.

The villagers murmured among themselves, and even Village Chief Zhang thought Zhou Er Gou's wife got what she deserved.

Zhou Er Gou, red-faced with shame, kept apologizing to Lin Chunju, but Lin Chunju paid no heed and turned to look at the onlookers instead.

"Wang Jinshun, you, come out."

"In front of everyone here, tell us, how exactly did my husband die?"