C53 (1/2)

”Oh?” This sentence caught my attention, but his condition was something I couldn't agree to. I felt that he was a little foolish, so I prepared to fool him. I said, ”Alright, as long as you tell me, I'll give it to you to eat!”

Just as I finished speaking, I saw Second boy shake his big head like a rattle drum, ”Stop fooling me, I'm not stupid, let me eat first!”

”Don't bargain with me!” I banged on the village chief's dining table and shouted angrily, ”Let me tell you, you already constituted the crime of intentionally injuring others, Da Qiangzi is still in danger from death until now. If he died, you intentionally killed him, you just need to wait for the death sentence!”

I thought that this move would be able to stop him. After all, people are afraid of death, but this Second boy was only scared by my action of slamming the table. The words I said afterwards were completely useless against him.

He told me that he would only tell me after he had eaten that piece of ass. Through this Second boy, I came to a conclusion that compared to a madman, the one who got hurt in the end would always be myself.

The Second boy could not open the door anymore, so Jiang Shan was still in the hospital. I called Liao Mengfann and asked when she would come to pick me up. She told me that she had left Estuary Village and would be there in about three hours.

It was already afternoon, and the Village Head's Wife was busy cooking. In order to entertain this ”VIP”, the village chief killed his own old hen. At this moment, the pot was filled with fragrant chicken stewed with mushrooms. A burst of fragrance assaulted my nostrils and my stomach forcefully rumbled.

Hot chicken stewed with mushrooms was carried to the table. I saw Second boy licking his fat lips, it seemed like he was troubled by it. I gave him a cold snort. ”Want to eat? As long as you tell me everything you know, I will let you eat! ”

Second boy swallowed his saliva, but he still shook his head, ”If only it was just for the sake of cooking mushrooms, it would be even more fragrant!”

”F * ck off!” I really can't stand this guy anymore. It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but the moment I said it, I recalled the rotten butt in the pot. Isn't this making me vomit?

I asked Village Head's Wife to help me find a piece of rag. After that, I stuffed the piece of rag into this guy's mouth and he was in a bit of a bad mood as he kept on wailing.

The village chief poured two cups of wine and handed one to me. I pushed it back and waved my hand. Furthermore, I do not know how to drink alcohol! ”

The village head pushed the wine over and said, ”It's fine. Young people, go and fill up two cups. I'll do it first. You can do whatever you want!”

After saying that, the village chief raised his cup and drained the wine in it. I thought, ”This Northeast person really can drink.” I lifted the wine cup and licked my lips, pretending to slap my tongue.

”Ha ha!” When the Village Chief saw me, he laughed out loud. ”This child, let's knock him down!”

The village chief poured my cup into his own and after he drank a mouthful, he shouted towards the kitchen, ”Old Ying, hurry up and serve dinner to this young comrade, you're too much!”

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, her wife ran into the house. She had a rice grain hanging from her mouth, both sides of her mouth were filled with oil. She ran to the table, picked up my bowl and helped me scoop up a big bowl of rice before running back to the kitchen.

Looking at how Village Head's Wife seemed to be eating, I was a little puzzled. I asked the village head, ”Why isn't Aunt eating on the table?”

The village chief took a sip of his wine and coldly snorted, ”Women's tables!”

The Village Chief's words made my heart hurt. I got up and went to the kitchen and saw Village Head's Wife eating at the stove. There weren't any pieces of meat in her dishes, so it seemed like she had given them all to us.

My heart is very uncomfortable, in our country many poor backward places have the awareness of patriarchal, where women, on average, work a lot more than men, in addition to working in the fields, also have to wash clothes at home, cook, wash the bowl, feed the pigs, feed the chickens, feed the ducks.

They woke up earlier than the men, and slept later than the men. In their subconscious, they did not feel that there was anything amiss with these things. Perhaps in their hearts, they felt that what they were doing was their duty, and that they had to work hard for the rest of their lives.

In China, there were many women who were like Village Head's Wife. They gave in silently in exchange for a loud shout from their man, maybe in their man's heart, they also thought that this was nothing, because their parents and grandparents did not live their whole lives like that back then.

From generation to generation, when would that be the end?

Years later, I saw a story on the Internet. The news was that a city girl had followed her rural boyfriend back to their hometown. The city girl had meticulously cooked a table full of sumptuous dishes for everyone, but in the end, she had been pushed off the table.

At that time, her boyfriend also didn't speak up for her. The girl was very angry and flipped the table. When I saw this, I thought, That boy, what on earth did you think? Do you also think that girls should be inferior? Or do you think she should follow customs?

We respect customs, but aren't there some customs that we should abolish? Fair?

I patted Village Head's Wife's back and she turned around. I said to her, ”Aunt, let's go inside and eat!”

”No, no!” Village Head's Wife hurriedly picked up the rice and stuffed it into his mouth, wiping it off, and said to me: ”I've finished eating, I've finished eating, hurry up and eat, the food will get cold soon!”

”You care about her!” At this moment, the village chief came out and pulled me into the house. He drank a full cup of wine and shouted towards the outside, ”About that, let's have another cold dish later. We'll have another drink together!”