"Is King Anyang amazing? Can King Anyang steal my child? I don't believe it. There is no justice in this world. It is my child anyway. Even if I strangle him to death, I will not take advantage of others.
Even King Anyang can’t do it!”
"You - you vicious woman!"
As soon as Da Ya's dad heard the word 'death', he rushed forward and slapped Da Ya Niang hard several times.
"Just wait, I'll write a divorce letter right now. Our family can't afford a woman like you. Your natal family is not far from Anjia Village anyway. Once you get the divorce letter, get out immediately!"
With that said, he turned around and went out, ready to borrow pen and ink from someone else's house.
He was an illiterate man, had no need for pen and ink, and the child in his family was still young. Naturally, he did not have this kind of thing that only a scholar would have, so he had to go to the village to borrow it from someone.
"Come back, come back! Don't go!" When the eldest daughter saw that he was serious, she screamed and chased him, trying to chase him back.
But as soon as he chased him out of the courtyard, he was knocked down by a stone and fell directly to the ground.
"ah!"
After a scream, the wound that had broken her teeth was bleeding again. She gritted her teeth in pain and her whole face was distorted.
In the yard, the old man sighed and shook his head, thinking that his wife here was not a worry-free person, so he went to his house and put all the money he had saved over the years into his pocket.
Then, he hugged his little grandson who was still sleeping soundly on the pit and had no idea that the noise outside had turned upside down.
Passing over his daughter-in-law, who was already sitting outside the courtyard gate and scolding others, he held the child in his arms and planned to put the grandson in a family he knew well first, so as to prevent his grandson from suffering any disaster.
"Come back, come back, wherever you want to take my son, give him back to me!"
When the eldest daughter-in-law saw her son in her father-in-law's arms, she immediately jumped up and wanted to snatch her son back.
When the old man saw his daughter-in-law rushing towards him like a madman, his pace quickened a little, making it impossible for his daughter-in-law, who had been working at home all the time, to catch up.
"Give me your son back!"
Da Ya Niang couldn't catch up with her father-in-law who was holding her son. After a few steps, she was out of breath and could only yell at the air.
As long as her son is in her hands, she believes that the damn man will never divorce her. If he dares to divorce her, she will die with her son. She doesn't believe that the man is really so generous!
But now that her son has been taken away by her father-in-law, does she really want to forget it like this?
She raised her eyes and glanced at the women who came out to watch the quarrel at their house. She wanted to open her mouth to complain and ask them to help get her son back.
But who knows, as soon as she opened her mouth, all those women ran away one by one.
"Oh, my family is still cooking porridge. Don't let it get mushy. You have to go back quickly."
"Me too, my family is so poor that we can only eat porridge, so we can't waste it. We should go back and take a look soon."
"They are all a bunch of poor people. My family has made chicken soup. I have to go back."
The women were walking towards their homes, talking playfully, completely pretending that they had not seen Da Ya Niang. They were not blind. They used to see Da Ya Niang bullying her parents-in-law and blaming their daughter. They would not do this.
The woman looks so good.
"Tch, that's chicken soup you made for your daughter-in-law. Are you willing to take a sip?" When the other woman heard that the woman had made chicken soup, she sneered and replied.
