Chapter 108

Nightfall gave the leper's mother the utmost cover.

It came in a hurry.

He acted quickly too.

Before Moral Heavenly Venerable Yi Zhonghai and the Dog-headed Strategist Elder Aunt could react, he struck first.

This splatter.

This splash.

It left the unsuspecting Yi Zhonghai couple covered in feces and urine.

He's no longer human; he's become utterly foul.

That smell on him.

It stings the nose.

The incident drove the atmosphere to a climax.

No one had expected it.

Things actually came to this.

The Yi Zhonghai couple got splashed with feces.

This is unbearable!

Seemingly enraged, the Elder Aunt, covered in filth, lunged headfirst at the Leper Mom; her body reeking of foul-smelling filth, yet it still served as a protective charm for her.

Not a bad idea.

But reality is a bit cruel.

The Elder Aunt, charging with a head full of filth at the Leper Mom, utterly failed to knock her down with a single blow.

A weapon!

The Leper Mom turned her feces bucket into a weapon; seeing the Elder Aunt charging with ill intent, hoping to drag her down too, she swung the bucket like a meteor hammer as the Elder Aunt approached, smashing it into her buttocks and sending her flying aside.

The spectator Jia Zhangshi acted as a human cushion for the Elder Aunt; when the Elder Aunt's body slammed into her, the filth on her also smeared all over Jia Zhangshi.

Its appearance.

It can't be described as merely tragic.

Too tragic.

Waaah!

Piercing wails rang out one after another.

In front, the Elder Aunt was crying; even though the feces bucket had hit her buttocks and Jia Zhangshi had buffered the blow, it still hurt terribly.

The crying behind came from Jia Zhangshi; the Old Stingy Woman never expected to go from being a bystander to being the one cried over. When the Elder Aunt had just slammed into her, Jia Zhangshi involuntarily let out a painful shout, and some filth ended up in her mouth, making her want to vomit.

"He fucking still has the face to cry?" the Leper Mom pointed at the fallen Elder Aunt and shouted, "Born a lowly wretch, I only wanted to splash you with a little feces, but you ended up looking for a fight—do you think you're not lowly? You're the lowest of the low!"

"How did the Elder Aunt become a born lowly wretch? You need to explain!"

Silly Pillar jumped out, emboldened by drink; with just one sentence he turned what was supposed to be a calming situation into sudden tension, like pouring oil on fire. The wronged Elder Aunt inexplicably turned into having a cause, and the neighbors were also drawn in, wanting to know why she had acted lowly.

Xu Damao followed closely behind.

"Yes, yes, yes—tell us the reason, how did the Elder Aunt become so lowly?"

The two fools of the courtyard turned into a shit-stirring stick.

They stirred up relations between the two sides, fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough.

Don't just throw feces.

Get moving.

With such a sturdy build, showing up at his door without slapping Yi Zhonghai a few times would let down Silly Pillar's earnest expectations.

To pull chestnuts from the fire.

Only chaos ensues.

Only Silly Pillar could profit; he suddenly realized this was a perfect opportunity, using the Leper Mom's tearing apart of the Elder Aunt's hypocritical facade.

As Yi Zhonghai's wife of several decades, sharing bed and pillow, it's impossible for the Elder Aunt to know nothing of his shameful deeds; she often pretends to be confused, deliberately feigning ignorance, and when necessary she goes along with him, helping Yi Zhonghai cover up his despicable lies to maintain his persona.

In the previous life.

Jia Zhangshi, in front of countless neighbors, loudly denounced Yi Zhonghai, exposing the fact that he secretly helped Qin Huairu with sorghum noodles at night.

Only then did the neighbors learn that Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu had exchanged sorghum noodles late at night.

Late at night, secretly helping the widow with sorghum noodles behind people's backs.

Could there be no problem here?

Facing the neighbors' doubts, the Elder Aunt stepped forward, saying she was unwell, having heard that the Jia Family was struggling to put food on the table, so she had Yi Zhonghai send some sorghum noodles; as for why she didn't send them during the day, her reason was that she feared the neighbors would gossip.

Her hypocrisy matches Yi Zhonghai's.

As the old saying goes.

If you're not family, you don't enter the house.

Yi Zhonghai is a bastard.

So is the Elder Aunt.

The hypocrite's facade shattered, turning him into a stinking pile of dog shit.

The Elder Aunt's hypocrisy also needs to be exposed before everyone.

A family should be neat and tidy.

"Yi Zhonghai hit your child, you brought people to smear his feces—we neighbors won't say anything—but the Elder Aunt, although she married a bastard, married a hypocrite, married an inhuman thing, has always been hardworking and uncomplaining, holding down the household, you shouldn't have smeared her."

Yi Zhonghai wished he could tear Silly Pillar apart.

Silly Pillar again, cursing Yi Zhonghai as not human in the manner of 'pointing at the mulberry while cursing the locust.'

"You say Eldest Aunt is shameless; the reason for her shamelessness must be spoken." Xu Daming immediately echoed Shazhu, "On what grounds do you say Eldest Aunt is shameless?"

Shazhu snatched Xu Damiao's conversational thread, "You say Yi Zhonghai is lowly, the neighbors all agree, but saying the eldest aunt is lowly, that won't do."

"I've discovered that everyone in your courtyard is a pigbrain. Yi Zhonghai isn't human—is his wife now a good person? The things he just said to my son, you all heard them, right? Whatever Yi Zhonghai did wrong, whatever Yi Zhonghai is the head of the household and can't take this big slap, whatever she, in her capacity as Yi Zhonghai's wife, takes the big slap in his place—if my son really listened to her words and slapped her, would his reputation still be intact? Would he still be able to marry in the future? Her tricks might fool others, but they won't fool me."

"This can't constitute a crime of the eldest aunt being lowly." Xu Damiao shifted his tone, steering the conversation to Yi Zhonghai cutting off the line: "Go ask around—who doesn't know that our eldest aunt and uncle follow each other, just because they can't have children, they toil uncomplainingly for the Yi family. You say a person who devotes body and soul to the family is lowly—we can't agree with that."

"If it were someone else, unable to have children, they'd have divorced long ago, but Yi Zhonghai still stays with the eldest aunt…."

Shazhu really wanted to slap himself; he was practically singing praises for Yi Zhonghai. The eldest aunt cannot bear children—this is a recognized fact in the courtyard.

Why can Yi Zhonghai morally blackmail everyone in the courtyard?

This is the root cause.

Many people have been taken in by Yi Zhonghai's affection for the eldest aunt, believing that such a deeply emotional person wouldn't spout nonsense and that his actions are all proper.

"Yi Zhonghai not divorcing his wife—you think it's because he and his wife are deeply in love; I tell you, that's just a fart. It's because Yi Zhonghai did something wrong to his wife, he doesn't dare, he feels guilty."

Xiao Laizi's mother

Exposed a super explosive piece enough to blow up the courtyard.

The eldest aunt cannot bear children, but this inability is not innate; it was caused by postnatal human factors.

The culprit behind the eldest aunt's inability to bear children is none other than the Head Steward of the courtyard, a fourth‑grade technician at Yagangchang, Yi Zhonghai!

Shi Potian was startled.

Accompanied by the voice of Xiao Laizi's mother narrating.

The neighbors were all numb.

Together with Yi Zhonghai's current image of a kindly old man and the illusion of him and the eldest aunt treating each other with respect, these are fabrications created by the couple.

Many years ago.

Yi Zhonghai is also a playboy type; he had a VIP gold card for the Eight Great Alleys, contracted a venereal disease, and passed it on to the eldest aunt.

Limited medical conditions were one factor, and the chaotic social environment at the time was another; without timely treatment, the eldest aunt lost the ability to become a mother.

Yi Zhonghai, however, suffered nothing.

Guilt‑ridden Yi Zhonghai later knelt before the eldest aunt, begging her forgiveness; to put her at ease, the hypocrite even wrote a pledge.

According to Xiao Laizi's mother, as long as the eldest aunt holds onto that pledge for a day, Yi Zhonghai dare not act out for that day; under the threat of the pledge, the couple gave the courtyard neighbors an illusion of deep affection.

"You're full of shit!"

Yi Zhonghai panted heavily.

His ferocious appearance swept away the previous illusion of a kindly old man.

"Me, full of shit?" Xiao Laizi's mother snorted coldly, "You probably didn't get a good look at my face. My father is Bu Shirén; twenty years ago he was the chief physician of the Salvation Hall. The day you brought your wife to ask for medicine, I was the one who helped grab the herbs. It was raining that day, you arrived in the second half of the night, feeling embarrassed, you hid outside for a while, and I was the one who spotted you and ushered you both into the Salvation Hall."

Shazhu noticed that Yi Zhonghai, upon hearing the name Bu Shirén, instantly turned into a deflated balloon.

He wilted.

Just like that.

A self‑incriminating posture.

Immediately it made the neighbors believe Xiao Laizi's mother's words.

"Are you Bu Shirén's little maid?"

Long Laotaitai unexpectedly spoke up, perhaps feeling this was a perfect chance to show her concern for Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

Adding flowers to brocade is nothing compared to giving charcoal in the snow.

Jianghu emergency relief.

This incident started because of Long Laotaitai—who let her fall into the cesspool. Yi Zhonghai, trying to rescue her, ended up covered in feces and urine. No matter from which angle you look, Long Laotaitai cannot escape involvement; she will surely have to face the consequences.

Indifference would hurt Yi Zhonghai and his wife, which is not conducive to Long Laotaitai's plan for her old age.

Just now Jia Dongxu's inaction already made Yi Zhonghai feel a hint of dissatisfaction, and the wily Long Laotaitai precisely sensed that hint of dissatisfaction Yi Zhonghai felt toward Jia Dongxu.

She is not Jia Dongxu; her relationship with Yi Zhonghai is the opposite of Yi Zhonghai's relationship with Jia Dongxu. Long Laotaitai is begging Yi Zhonghai to help her with her old age and burial, so she must always follow the couple's wishes and dare not fall out with them. Jia Dongxu, however, is the couple's chosen person for their old age and burial; Yi Zhonghai and his wife must in turn flatter and curry favor with Jia Dongxu. No matter how wrong Jia Dongxu may be, Yi Zhonghai will not break ties with him.

The courtyard is suitable for providing Yi Zhonghai and his wife with old‑age care and burial.

There are two such people.

Shazhu is one, Jia Dongxu is the other.

With Shazhu clearly stating he wants nothing to do with Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu's status rises, and Yi Zhonghai must follow Jia Dongxu's lead.

Under these circumstances.

Long Laotaitai needs to demonstrate her worth; only if she has value will Yi Zhonghai not discard her like trash. Shazhu once said that he and his wife are already dissatisfied with Long Laotaitai's behavior and want to cast her off as a burden.

This is not the ending Long Laotaitai wants.

This opportunity before them.

It is Long Laotaitai's chance to express her strong support for Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

"I, the old lady, have lived in the courtyard for decades—how could I not know what you're talking about? And a pledge! Coming to our courtyard at night to show off, giving you face?" Long Laotaitai turned her head toward Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui and said, "Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui, you one are the Second Steward of our courtyard, the other the Third Steward—just watching outsiders bully our people? Today you can bully Old Yi, tomorrow you'll bully you, Liu Haizhong, and the day after you'll bully you, Yan Fugui."

This matter.

How to intervene.

More ruthless.

Not a match for them.

More despicable.

Even less a match for them.

Liu Haizhong turned his head to the right.

Yan Fugui turned his head to the left.

Clearly they didn't want to deal with it.

The trouble was caused by Yi Zhonghai; others coming to cause him problems—what right do these two stewards have to interfere? They really treat the steward title as a scallion, saying whatever they please!

Still helping.

Can't dodge in time.

The deaf old lady who had failed to get outside help was so angry her gums itched; she swung her cane at the woman who had dumped feces on Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

Let actions speak.

This is the deaf old lady's killer move.

She relied on her status as the patriarch of the Dayuan and having Yi Zhonghai backing her up, and at the slightest disagreement she would launch into this cane‑whipping spectacle.

But she had misjudged certain things.

Yi Zhonghai's persona collapsed, and the deaf old lady, after a string of complaints, became a notorious figure; her self‑styled title as patriarch of the Dayuan still earned her some respect among the neighbors, but in the eyes of the married women she was worthless.

Everyone suddenly saw a flash before their eyes.

Looking again, the wooden feces tub in the married women's hands had mysteriously been swapped for another.

She raised her hand.

The liquid in the tub, centered on the married women, sprayed in a fan shape toward the cane‑wielding deaf old lady who was seeking justice for Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

Splash!

The deaf old lady ended up exactly like Yi Zhonghai and his wife, also being doused with something.

The difference was that Yi Zhonghai and his wife were covered in this foul-smelling mildew, while the deaf old lady was soaked in this smelly urine.

The neighbors all turned into wooden statues.

It was both feces and urine.

Nobody dared to provoke them.

They feared that a fire at the city gate would drag the pond fish into disaster.

The neighbors each stepped back several paces, trying to stay as far away from those people as possible.

Shazhu and Xu Damao thought the same.

The two of them happily went along with the crowd, watching the Yi family's big show, listening to the crackling sounds coming from the Yi household, and their inner delight actually underwent a qualitative elevation.

No wonder in movies those people always try every means to take revenge.

This feeling.

Just one word.

Satisfying.

During the Yi family's misfortune, the hypocrite inexplicably fixed his gaze on Shazhu.

Carrying a hint of meaningless contradiction.