When she heard that Yang Zhenbang openly proposed to take a concubine and even threatened to go to court, Mrs. Lin felt that her sky was about to fall.

Then, the blood all over his body surged and roared, his mind went blank, and there was only one voice left in his ears roaring: "No! No!"

"No!" Mrs. Lin screamed, stretching out a pair of long nails covered with nail polish to scratch Yang Zhenbang's face.

Yang Zhenbang's face was hit, and five blood marks appeared on his face after a tear, and soon the blood started to flow out.

"You shrew, you are really crazy, crazy..." Yang Zhenbang was so angry that his whole body was shaking.

"Want to take a concubine? Unless I die!" Mrs. Lin's eyes were as scarlet as a beast, roaring, and started smashing things in little old Mrs. Yang's house.

She raised the wooden basin in which the old lady washed her face and smashed it in half. She then went on to smash the teapot and tea bowl in which the old lady drank tea...

Yang Zhenbang went up to pull it, but Mrs. Lin turned around and pointed at Yang Zhenbang with a broken bowl piece in her hand.

"If you put down that bowl of slices, are you going to kill someone?" Yang Zhenbang shouted.

Mrs. Lin's whole face became ferocious: "You are a heartless man and an ignorant white-eyed wolf. Swear to me in front of your son and this old and immortal mother that you will not take concubines for the rest of your life."

Not accepted!"

Yang Zhenbang was so angry that his face turned as white as a sheet of paper. He never imagined that he had married a lunatic!

"Okay, you won't tell me, right? Okay, then I'll keep smashing until you tell me!"

Mrs. Lin went crazy again, even crazier than before. Yang Duocai had already hid at the door of the house, protecting Mrs. Lin who was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Only Yang Zhenbang, little old Mrs. Yang, and the woman who had been invited to serve little old Mrs. Yang were huddled in the corner of the bed.

Yang Zhenbang rushed back from the town and brought a groom and two servants with him, all of whom were waiting outside the door.

In the room, Yang Zhenbang stood in front of the bed and stretched out his arms, using his body to protect the little old Mrs. Yang from behind, preventing the old lady from being hit by splashing objects.

Old Mrs. Yang was hiding behind Yang Zhenbang. Seeing this, the old lady frowned, suddenly raised her hand to cover her chest, and screamed: "Ah!"

Then his eyes turned white and he fainted.

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" Yang Zhenbang was lying in front of the old lady, shouting.

Yang Duocai and Xiao Lin also ran in and gathered around the bed, shouting "Grandma, Grandma!"

Even Mrs. Lin over there was confused for a moment. She just picked up a piece of the old lady's clothes in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other hand, but she forgot to cut them for the moment.

Yang Zhenbang roared at the two servants at the door: "Are you two dead? Why don't you come in quickly and tie up this shrew?"

The two servants outside were Yang Zhenbang's own confidants.

Hearing this, he rushed in. The two grown men snatched the scissors and clothes from Lin's hands, and twisted Lin's arms to Lin's back.

Mrs. Lin yelled, "You two bold slaves and beasts, I am your mistress, do you want to die?"

The two servants turned to Yang Zhenbang for help.

Yang Zhenbang rushed over, grabbed the bun on Mrs. Lin's head, and knocked Mrs. Lin's head hard on the table in front of her.

"You made my mother faint with anger. If my mother does anything wrong, I won't be done with you!"

Yang Zhenbang had already let go, and suddenly reached out to grab Lin's hair again, lifted her face, and spit in her face fiercely: "Bah!"

Then, he let go of his hands in disgust and said to the two servants: "Tie her hands and lock her in the woodshed in the backyard..."

"father……"

"Shut up!" Yang Zhenbang shouted directly at Yang Duocai: "I'll settle the score with you later."

Yang Duocai looked anxious and wanted to plead for Mrs. Lin, but Mrs. Xiao Lin winked and pulled him aside.

Here, Yang Zhenbang continued to warn the two servants: "No one is allowed to open the door without my instructions!"

"Yes!" The two servants quickly took Lin down.

Here, Yang Zhenbang ordered Yang Duocai again, "Quick, go and invite the old village doctor Fu Bo over here!"

Yang Duocai hurried away.

When Yang Duocai rushed to Uncle Fu's house, Uncle Fu had just finished bandaging Fengzhi's wound and asked Zhou Sheng to carry Fengzhi, who was screaming and making ghosts, back home to recuperate.

Uncle Fu hadn't even had time to wash his hands, and the crowd of spectators hadn't dispersed yet. Among them, Yang Huazhong and little old Yang Tou were still there when he saw Yang Duocai rushing into the house in a panic.

"Uncle Fu, hurry up, go to my house, I've fainted..." Yang Duocai said urgently.

"My talented nephew, what's wrong with your breasts?" Yang Huazhong asked quickly.

Before leaving, little old Yangtou, who was about to settle Fengzhi's medical expenses with Uncle Fu and others, was shocked when he heard his grandson's words.

"Ducai, what happened to your breasts? She was fine when I left the house, but why did she faint?" asked little old Yangtou.

Yang Duocai looked at little old Yangtou and didn't dare to say that it was because his mother was making such a fuss in the house that she fainted.

"Uncle Fu, please, go to my house quickly!" Yang Duocai then begged Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu said: "Okay, you go there with my medical box first, I will wash my hands and come after you!"

Yang Huazhong and the others also went to little old Yangtou's house together...

…

"When Uncle Fu was bandaging Fengzhi's wound earlier, I squeezed over and took a look. Tsk, tsk, the hole was dug quite deep. I think it's probably not going to be good!"

Under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, it was afternoon. The leafy old maple tree was like a big umbrella, and it was shady underneath.

So, Mrs. Liu and a group of women and men gathered under the old maple tree, standing or sitting, listening to Mrs. Liu happily describing Fengzhi's wound.

"Let me take a look. Fengzhi's wound is probably hard to heal, and it's so hot today. He won't be able to get wet for seven or eight days."

"If it gets wet, it will fester, and then the toes will be so rotten that there will be no residue left..."

Mrs. Liu's exaggerated words made everyone sigh one after another.

Liu changed the topic and talked about Yang Zhenbang's family again.

"That Mrs. Lin is really awesome. I heard that she smashed her mother-in-law's house to pieces and even made her faint from anger."

"Now Yang Zhenbang was locked up in the firewood shed and said he wanted to divorce Mr. Lin..."

"Die up Mrs. Lin? Do you want to marry Fengzhi?" Someone asked curiously.

Others said: "Don't talk nonsense, Fengzhi is not a widow, she has a man."

At first, the man said again: "Oh, forget about Zhou Sheng. Doesn't that look like a man? With him, it's the same as without him. There is no difference!"

Everyone burst into laughter, Zhou Sheng's cowardice was now famous in the whole village.

At the moment when everyone was laughing under the old maple tree, the main hall of the young old Yang family in the south of the village was filled with misery. Little old Yang picked up the dry tobacco pole in his hand and shined it hard on the head of Yang Zhenbang who was kneeling in the middle of the house.
Chapter completed!