Walk of Shame for Three

Upon hearing the words 'disinheritance,' the Su family father and son really stopped their actions.

In the feudal families of ancient times, once disowned and cut off from the family, even with blood ties, one was no longer considered a descendant of that family in name. Now, on the Su old man's side, only Su Daqi's branch remains.

Su Daqi and Madam Zhao are old; it's impossible for them to have another son like a pearl from an old clam. Their only son is Su Shimao.

Although Liu Ru is pregnant, it's still unknown whether it's a boy or girl. Even if a son is born, the infant mortality rate in ancient times was extremely high, and survival was not guaranteed.

Su Shimao truly became the sole heir of Su old man's lineage.

"Hmph!" Su Daqi snorted unwillingly, frustrated in his heart. Madam Zhao's womb was uncooperative; why didn't she give birth to more sons? Now, only Su Shimao remained. He wanted to kill him but had to rely on him to carry on the family line.

"Alright, alright, finished beating?" The village chief, watching the show nearby, blew a smoke ring and said, "If you're done, then parade them through the streets, keep going."

Villagers nearby immediately took over, pulling Su old man and Su Daqi out like livestock with ropes.

Su Shimao didn't know he was to be paraded too and was stunned. Seeing his father and grandfather being dragged behind like donkeys, treated like rats to be beaten by everyone, Su Shimao's face turned ashen.

He was a scholar and valued his dignity the most. Being paraded and humiliated in the village was even worse than death to him.

But what could be done? The village rules were set this way.

So Su Shimao was also tied with a rope and dragged out like livestock. After a few steps, he met Madam Zhao.

Madam Zhao saw Su Shimao's miserable state and cried as she rushed over, "Shimao, my son, how did it come to this!? Oh, what a sin! Sob sob!"

While crying, Madam Zhao put the thick cotton-padded jacket she brought onto Su Shimao.

Su Shimao looked at Madam Zhao with a dark gaze, "Why are you crying? All you do is cry, it’s useless! You only know how to be fierce at home and throw tantrums. If you’re so capable, why can’t you do anything outside? Why did I end up with such a useless mother who can’t help at all!"

In Su Shimao's heart, if Madam Zhao were even half as capable and money-making as Su Li, he wouldn't have ended up like this!

Both being women, why was Su Li so good at earning money and capable, while Madam Zhao only knew how to do trivial household chores that got nowhere!?

Madam Zhao's crying suddenly stopped, choking painfully in her throat.

Su Shimao was pulled along, tied behind the donkey with his father and grandfather, stumbling through the muddy, snowy village roads...

Su Li and Yuanbao followed along, watching from a distance the three being paraded through the streets.

Wherever they went, the villagers looked at the three with disgust. Children picked up snowballs and mud to throw at them, shouting, "You damn cripple, you wicked ghosts, beat you to death!"

Then the children's parents would join in the cursing, "You damn cripple, stay away from my kids. If I see you near them again, I'll break your legs!"

Zhang Zhaocai was also mixed in with the children, gleefully adding insult to injury.

But while the other kids threw snowballs and mud, Zhang Zhaocai specifically picked up stones.

"Smash you to death!" Zhang Zhaocai picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it. It grazed Su Daqi's forehead, leaving a bruise. Seeing this, Zhang Zhaocai clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "Haha, hit them, hit them! So much fun, so much fun!"