Your Mother Is Already Dead
Qin Sanniang clenched the two little wooden dolls tightly in her hand, her eyes full of disgust and disdain.
Zhang Zhaocai stared at the two wooden dolls, suddenly going mad, shouting loudly, "That's my mother, don't touch my mother, give my mother back to me!"
Qin Sanniang was startled by Zhang Zhaocai's shout, then grew even angrier, cursing, "That's your mother? You little beast, have you lost your mind? Your mother died long ago. If you want to see her, go find her in the underworld!"
"No, my mother isn't dead. She definitely won't die. She will come home!" Zhang Zhaocai's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the two little wooden dolls in Qin Sanniang's hands as if they were his own life.
Qin Sanniang spat and cursed, "You fool, still can't face reality? Your mother is already dead, just like this!"
As Qin Sanniang spoke, she grabbed the two little wooden dolls tightly with both hands and snapped them in half with a crisp crack. The two dolls were broken into two pieces simultaneously.
Zhang Zhaocai's face suddenly turned pale and he sat down heavily on the ground, staring blankly at the broken wooden dolls as if his soul had been drained.
"See? Your mother is already dead." Qin Sanniang casually threw the two broken wooden dolls into the fire in the stove.
The blazing flames immediately engulfed the two tiny wooden dolls.
The firelight illuminated Zhang Zhaocai's face, making him look like a lifeless puppet.
Qin Sanniang finally threw the schoolbag into the fire as well, clapped her hands, and said to Zhang Zhaocai, "You little beast, work honestly at home. If I’m in a good mood, I might give you some food. If you don’t behave and keep dreaming of going to that school, I’ll break your legs so you can’t leave the house!"
After speaking, Qin Sanniang stomped hard twice on the wooden pen and tree bark lying on the ground, twisted her waist proudly, and left the firewood room.
Zhang Zhaocai sat dumbfounded on the ground like a puppet, staring at the flames for a long, long time without getting up.
At Zhang's residence.
Doctor Wu carried little Clown Chou into the house, followed by Su Li.
Seeing Su Li enter, Wu Caiwei stood up to greet her, her face looking quite displeased.
“Caiwei, today’s school matter is all my fault,” Su Li said, seeing Wu Caiwei’s expression, feeling very guilty. “I should have made sure to get the documents. Sigh...”
Wu Caiwei sighed and shook her head with a bitter smile, "How can I blame you? That’s how appointing village chiefs has always been done. Who knew there’d be a mistake this time? Sigh..."
Su Li looked around and said, "Where’s Brother Zhang Mu? I didn’t see him when I came in."
Wu Caiwei sighed and lowered her head, "Brother Zhang Mu went to the pharmacy."
"Huh? To the pharmacy? It’s so late, and he’s still not home?" Su Li asked.
Wu Caiwei’s eyes reddened, "It’s not his fault. Later, I followed him home, and on the way, the villagers said such harsh things to him. As a man, he’s proud and can’t stand the gossip, so he decided to stay in the city for a few days until the rumors die down before coming back."
After finishing, Wu Caiwei grabbed Su Li’s hand and said, "Although Brother Zhang Mu didn’t say much on the surface, I can tell he’s really looking forward to becoming the village chief. Sometimes at night when I wake up, I see him muttering about what he’ll do once he becomes chief. This time, not only did he fail to become chief, but he also made a huge scene in public. He can’t save face now."
Su Li sighed, "Sigh, Zhang Zhuzi really played dirty, making Brother Zhang Mu lose face in public. It’s good that Brother Zhang Mu is staying at the pharmacy for a few days. The young lord is sending people to investigate this temporary replacement matter. Maybe there’ll be a result in a few days, and the village chief position will definitely still be Brother Zhang Mu’s."