"You have to agree even if you don't agree! If you don't leave before noon tomorrow, don't blame me for turning my back on you and inviting you out!" The village chief was too lazy to talk nonsense with Mrs. Cao. He flicked his sleeves and announced that the eviction order had been issued.
Turn around and leave.
When Mrs. Cao saw someone leaving without telling her clearly, she left no room at all. As soon as she rolled her eyes, she rushed forward, threw herself on the ground and hugged the village chief's calf tightly.
"Oops! Bullying! The dignified village chief is bullying us orphans and widowed mothers! He has lost his conscience! Daquan, did you see it underground! This is the good village chief you always talk about! The bullshit village chief is so cruel
Alas! During the Chinese New Year, we will drive away our orphans and widows, leaving no way for us to survive!"
"You are bullying no one in our family! Damn old man! I am not alive anymore! Come and take me away! Oops! You are bullying a dead person! The village chief is bullying a dead person! God, please open your eyes! Look at how we orphans and widows are being treated.
What a bully! Ouch!"
Those sounds were like singing a big opera, with pauses and tunes. It really made people's scalp numb and ears shaking.
The village chief's face turned black. In public, the woman was so shameless that she hugged his leg and wouldn't let go.
He shook her hard, but the woman was so strong that she couldn't shake her off.
Listening to this man bullying orphans and widowed mothers one by one, I felt like my forehead was going to be broken, and I was in so much pain.
He has been the village chief for so long, and the more than 20 households in Songshan Village have always been harmonious, with no big quarrels or anything like that. This is the first time I have seen such a troublesome person!
I never realized in the past that Mrs. Cao would be so difficult to deal with if she was so shameless!
The village chief couldn't get away, so he hurriedly called on the women watching the excitement outside to come and drag Mrs. Cao away.
Several women had long been dissatisfied with Mrs. Cao's character. When the village chief spoke, Ma Liu rushed up and pulled Mrs. Cao aside in a few moments.
After his calf was free, the village chief rolled up his sleeves and said angrily: "If you don't leave before noon tomorrow, the big guys in the village will personally come and see you off!"
After that, the village chief walked away.
The other villagers also dispersed in a hurry.
Mrs. Cao was stunned for a while, knowing that the village chief was really determined to expel them from the village. She was so angry that she simply sat on a stone nearby, slapped her thighs and cursed for almost half an hour without taking a break.
When I got tired of scolding, when I saw Xiaocao wiping her tears and looking like she was dying, I felt even more angry. I just dragged the stick up to say hello, just venting my anger, which didn't save any energy.
The villagers pretended not to hear her movements, and no one picked up on her even if she cursed.
On the other hand, Mrs. Zhao next door was very close. Seeing that Xiaocao was beaten again, she couldn't help but shake her head.
Mrs. Cao was tired from beating her, and when she saw that the person was motionless, she thought she had been knocked unconscious, so she stopped to rest. However, she was upset and started to curse again.
He scolded for a while and stopped for a while.
Mrs. Zhao came out two more times and saw that Xiaocao was lying there without moving, not knowing whether she was dead or alive. Mrs. Cao only focused on scolding people and didn't care about them. She felt a little pity for her and couldn't help but call her daughter-in-law Dafeng to come with her.
Mrs. Cao was scolding her vigorously, hoping to catch someone to vent her anger on. When she saw Mrs. Zhao and her daughter-in-law coming over, hey, didn't you just find someone to scratch your itch?
The moment he thrust it into his waist, he scolded her.
Mrs. Zhao thought that this person had been expelled from Songshan Village and there was no need to be polite to her, nor was she afraid of her, so she stopped Mrs. Cao from coming over and hurriedly asked Dafeng to look at the grass on the ground.
Dafeng obeyed and quickly picked up the grass on the ground. It was so small that it was no better than a thick coat in her hands. She also sighed, feeling pitiful.
"Xiaocao? Xiaocao? Are you okay?"
Seeing that the person's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Dafeng shook it a few times but didn't respond. He couldn't help but trembled, and subconsciously put his finger under Xiaocao's nose to explore.
She suddenly screamed and almost threw the person out, "Mom! She has no energy left!"
"What?" When Mrs. Zhao heard that she was out of breath, she was also startled. She was holding Mrs. Cao's hand in her hand, so she couldn't help but pinch her, "You cruel thief! Beat people alive."
He’s dead! It’s so heartless!”
There were other houses not far away. Granny Zhao, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law yelled, and everyone gathered around again. They all knew that Xiaocao had been beaten to death, and they all pointed at Granny Cao and were very angry.
The village chief, who had just returned home not long ago, was invited back again. When he learned that Mrs. Cao had beaten people to death, he was so angry that he was dizzy. He was celebrating the New Year. Isn't this looking for bad luck?
Immediately, they shouted to Mrs. Cao and her son to pack their things and leave Songshan Village immediately, and they were never allowed to come back even half a step!
Mrs. Cao didn't expect that she actually beat someone to death. She didn't react for a while, so she let the person point at her and scold her for a long time.
But when she came to her senses, she threatened, "What's the point of beating the slave I bought to death? Even if I sue the great master, I won't pay for it with my life! Every dog is meddling in his own business.
What's the matter with you!"
She was also cursing in her heart that this cheap hoof was so lucky that it died after just a few hits. It was really unlucky! It was a waste of her one tael of silver!
But at this moment, the people in the village were not used to her, and there were several women who got on her waist and began to scold her.
When it comes to scolding, Mrs. Cao is indeed very powerful, but how many mouths can she win with just one mouth?
He quickly fell behind and scolded her until her throat was filled with smoke. She didn't even scold these bitches away, but instead made her face full of spittle.
Granny Cao was so tired that she couldn't stand still. She was surprised that the village chief was so determined that he didn't even give him a day's deadline. He directly ordered the men and women in the village to help Granny Cao pack her things, and then threw the person out in a hurry.
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Mrs. Cao tried to stop her, but she couldn't stop him. When she saw her son being dragged out of the house by several people, she jumped at him with eyes wide open and beat and scolded him, but it was to no avail.
Seeing that she could not change after being expelled from the village, Mrs. Cao's eyes rolled rapidly.
"Village Chief! If you want to expel us from the village, fine! But this house belongs to our family! You still want to take over my house! If you have the ability, you can evict us with the house!"
The courtyard of the Cao family is not a brick house, but a few thatched houses that are similar to or even worse than the Song family. They are not worth much money.
The village chief gave Mrs. Cao a couple of silver coins and immediately silenced her.
In the end, they didn't even listen to her curses, and directly asked the villagers to carry the mother and son out of the village, and even sent them far to the official road.
Mrs. Cao was unwilling to give in. She wanted to go back with her son on her back, but the village chief had already foreseen it and directly arranged for people to guard under the big locust tree to prevent anyone from entering.
After spending a long time, Mrs. Cao was hungry. Thinking that she still had a few big taels of money, she would not worry about living, so she spat in the village, cursed and left with her son on her back.
And the Cao family's mother and son were driven out of the village, and not a single word of grass was raised during the whole process.
The village chief took pity on the little boy and asked the villagers to help him change his clothes and tidy up a bit more decently. Then he took a new dustpan and sent the boy to the mountain to find a place to bury him.
The custom these days is that when a child dies, he cannot have a grave or a coffin. He buries the child in the ground, covers it with a dustpan, and puts a piece of red cloth over it. When others see it, they will know that this place is