Chapter 546: Jia Zhangshi Scolds the Street

Inside the Siheyuan.

Jia Zhangshi was again cursing and swearing.

"Saying our Jia family is no good, as if your family is any better—since your family is so good, I, an old woman, haven't seen you kindly help our Jia family."

While spewing foul language, her face was still overcast with dark clouds, as if everyone in the courtyard had offended her; even the wife of the Siheyuan's sole surviving steward, Jia Zhangshi gave her no pleasant look, using ever more vicious words to greet Third Aunt's family.

Seeing this, Third Aunt could only roll her eyes and had no other way to respond to Jia Zhangshi's foul greetings.

Weary at heart.

Now Jia Zhangshi looks like a stone in a latrine—stinking and hard, making people feel nauseous for no reason; you can't beat her, nor can you scold her.

Exactly a pile of shit.

Whoever sticks to whom will be unlucky.

In the course of discussion, they inadvertently mentioned the Jia family, bringing up Jia family's Bangeng, saying that the Jia family's reputation now makes it hard for Bangeng to find a match, yet Jia Zhangshi imposes all‑sided demands: the woman must have a job, education, looks, a clean background, and must be an unmarried young lady.

His plump, ruddy face and stout build don't look sickly at all; especially just now, chasing and angrily scolding Third Aunt, he seemed even healthier than a healthy person.

Jia Zhangshi launched into a tirade, calling Third Aunt a gossiping toad, scolding the Siheyuan's neighbors for being full‑stomached busybodies, asking whether her own family was fine, whether Bangeng would marry a widow, and what business it was of theirs.

…

The four words "widow former wife" pierced Jia Zhangshi's body like a dagger—she herself is a widow, her daughter‑in‑law is a widow, and if her grandson marries another widow, the Jia family would truly become a notorious clan of widows far and wide.

"I, an old woman, also promise not to scold anyone."

"I, an old woman, couldn't help myself and scolded them a few times; I admit I was wrong and shouldn't have scolded people, but Third Aunt is also in the wrong—she shouldn't have spoken ill of our Jia family behind our backs. I, an old woman, am not in good health and have realized my mistake; perhaps I should give them a verbal lesson—I promise not to make this mistake again."

Jia Zhangshi habitually put on a pitiful act.

Someone died.

Wasn't it said that nothing was wrong?

Why do I, an old woman, have to go with you on this trip? Besides, it's still just me facing the thunder alone, and I'd have to stay inside for a few days—this simply won't do.

The neighbors who were chatting with Third Aunt about the Jia family's affairs saw Jia Zhangshi chasing and spitting vulgarities at Third Aunt, had no time to deal with them, conceived the idea of being mere spectators, stopped in their tracks, and let Jia Zhangshi rant and rave at Third Aunt.

It's a outright confession without being beaten.

"Hey, Yan family, come on, come on—you think shouting at them will make this old woman afraid…?"

I don't know how to follow up.

"You think just because your old Yan is the steward San Daye you can do as you please? And you still have the nerve to say our Jia family, that your Yan family is fine? Your eldest daughter‑in‑law ran off, your eldest son is missing, after your second and third sons married they settled accounts with you old couple—if I were you, I'd have smashed my head into a wall long ago."

"Comrade, I really can't hold it in—sorry, this is the first time I've done something like this."

This too sprang from idle chatter.

Third Aunt and these people still have to worry about their reputation, with children needing school, work, and marriage talks—they're nowhere near as good for nothing as the Jia family.

Misunderstanding the intent behind their inquiry about her identity, she thought these people really had listened to Third Aunt's words and wanted to seize her, thinking to herself, "I only scolded Third Aunt a few times—how could you really drag me away?"

She vaguely felt it was somewhat familiar.

She plopped down onto the ground.

Evening, six thirty.

"Comrade, I was wrong, I accept punishment."

Jia Zhangshi, I have to say a few words to you—cursing people is wrong; in a Dayuan, where you don'tsee each other's heads, they say distant relatives are no match for close neighbors—look at you two, you're practically enemies, directly cursing each other's ancestors—is that appropriate?

Playful Shazhu poked a finger into Yan Fugui's lower back and said in a cold tone: "Don't move—I'm a sanitation inspector from the Jiēdào. I say, you old comrade, you look about fifty—don't you know you can't just relieve yourself anywhere? Who let you piss here?"

Just now, when you were idly chatting about the Jia family, it was you who started it; now Jia Zhangshi is scolding me, and you've turned into mere bystanders.

Notify the school.

Still marrying a worthless wife.

Saying Bangeng's current condition, which family's parents are addle‑brained to let their precious daughter marry Bangeng? As for Bangeng's former widow wife—though she is a widow and has three kids, she treats Bangeng well, even wrote to Yan Jiekuang inquiring about Bangeng's situation, clearly still having feelings for him. Saying Bangeng can't find a city girl, it's not impossible to continue the affair with the widow who has three children; if she bears Bangeng a child, Bangeng's life would be complete.

Several police officers entered the Siheyuan.

Yet it became an indisputable fact.

Yan Fugui and his wife spend all day unable to keep their mouths shut.

Jia Zhangshi also lost her check and balance.

One by one, they harbored little thoughts—those with relatives wanted to rely on them, those without thought of crashing at a friend's place for a few days.

Flew toward Third Aunt.

He simply frightened Jia Zhangshi into becoming a complete fool.

The argument just happened like that.

Third Aunt was spat on by Jia Zhangshi, feeling nauseous to the point of death, she questioned Jia Zhangshi a few times, asking why she had spat saliva on her.

Seeing this, Third Aunt nevertheless went straight to the police, although she didn't know what they were there for, but she stopped Jia Zhangshi from insulting her.

"I am Jia Zhangshi."

"You're lazy and gluttonous—what right do we have to help your Jia family, acting as if Yi Zhonghai were still alive and could favor your Jia family?"

"Aunt Liu, Sister Zhao, you all."

Several old comrades had some prior understanding of Jia Zhangshi.

Who is it?

A creepy feeling came over them; they went to the neighbors, all thinking Bangeng was dead, and that people were telling Jia Zhangshi to go to the police station to claim Bangeng's corpse.

Even if they took Jia Zhangshi away, it would also count as helping Third Aunt vent the resentment caused by Jia Zhangshi's curses.

Wait a moment.

"Comrade, you've finally come—this Jia Zhangshi is about to scold me to death."

Moreover, if they don't confiscate the tools of the crime, it's not something a Jiēdào sanitation inspector could say; he seems to have figured it all out—this is someone playing a joke on him.

Jia Zhangshi was taken away.

He is weak and often ill.

Let me take a look at you.

Even with the public security present, they didn't dare call for Old Jia and Little Jia to come help him; instead, they were sniveling and tearful as they gave assurances to the public security.

If the scoundrel were really as brainless as Jia Zhangshi.

He hurriedly spoke up in his defense.

A mouthful of spit.

「Is our Jia family good or bad, what does it have to do with you? Or are you saying our Jia family is bad, so your Yan family should help us a bit? 」

Making such a big joke.

He knew all too well the ins and outs of the situation at hand.

Precisely hit the target.

「Comrade, I am indeed Jia Zhangshi, and I admit I scolded Third Aunt, but this matter cannot be blamed on me; they gossiped behind our backs, saying how unlucky our Jia family is, how our grandson Bangeng can't find a wife— isn't that cursing our Jia family to extinction? My eldest grandson Bangeng is still trying to find a wife, but they've ruined his reputation; how can he marry? 」

Word spread that the Jia family was a family of widows.

Looking at Bangeng, not only did he return unemployed, but he also got labeled a Chen Shimei; the unemployed girls in town look down on Bangeng, let alone those employed girls with decent backgrounds— naturally they look down on him even more. Bangeng also forced the Jia family's Huaihua to leave home, never to be seen alive or dead, causing the Jia family's reputation to instantly become a stone in a latrine, stinking to high heaven.

Jia Zhangshi, who had been taken away for education multiple times, instantly shut her mouth, and her face broke into a fawning expression.

Does this not cost Yan Fugui his life?

Yan Fugui, unaware of the situation, secretly groaned, wondering whether to run, when he heard from behind a sentence about confiscating the tools of the crime.

The siheyuan's famous braised pork.

Jia Zhangshi gave up completely, not caring about anything.

Two young comrades.

「That's best. 」 the old comrade waved at Jia Zhangshi, 「Jia Zhangshi, come with us to the station. 」

This matter also can't be blamed on Jia Zhangshi; Third Aunt and her group of old women, idle and doing nothing, sat around chatting about changes in the siheyuan— like whose kid got into college, whose kid found a job, whose kid got married, whose daughter married poorly and suffered abuse at her in-laws'.

All were neighbors of the siheyuan; Yan Jiekuang and Bangeng went down to the countryside to farm in Dongbei. Bangeng fell into a widow's trap and was forced to marry a widow; the Jia family even came up with a thousand dollars, while Yan Jiekuang had nothing to do with it.

Jia Zhangshi's face was full of jealousy.

Scared Yan Fugui nearly wet his pants.

Actually it's just the difference between going all out and not going all out.

Several comrades who came to the siheyuan to verify with Jia Zhangshi about Bangeng's free‑meal incident all had smiles on their faces.

「Comrade, what you've taught us is that we guarantee we won't gossip behind people's backs anymore. 」

After returning, Yan Jiekuang leveraged his connection with Shazhu and now works at the Yegang chang baowei ke of the Yagangchang, earning a monthly wage of 32.5; he recently got married, his wife being a worker at the textile factory, and among the younger generation in the Siheyuan they are the only dual‑income household.

「You are Jia Zhangshi? 」

It's just her saying that.

Laoqianpo doesn't observe martial virtue; even though many people are talking about the Jia family's scandalous rumors, she alone chases after Third Aunt and scolds her loudly.

Loves to eat, lazy to work.

They helped Jia Zhangshi up, left the Siheyuan, and headed for the police station.

Under the stimulation.

「Can't holding it in be justified? Can't you release it earlier? If you really can't hold it, you can pee in your pants— in this public setting, that's just hooliganism. Look at your attire, you're still a teacher; a teacher who pees and poops anywhere— what kind of good students could you teach? 」

As a public security officer of the police station.

That remark happened to be heard by Jia Zhangshi.

Look at me.

Because Jia Zhangshi does exactly that, and she also instructed Qin Huairu the same way, so she greatly dislikes Bangeng's former widow wife, knowing that Shi Jiahong would cause the Jia family to die out.

「Jia Zhangshi, we're calling you to the police station not because you scolded Third Aunt, but because of the Bangeng matter; come with us to the station to sort it out. 」

「Those words just now were also directed at you all; being able to live together in this Siheyuan neighborhood for so many years is a fate— don't turn this fate into a bad one, especially you; I need to say a few words to you: your family's Old Yan is the Siheyuan's remaining manager, San Daye; as his wife, you should take the lead in demanding strictness of yourself; what Jia Zhangshi just said is also true— gossiping behind people's backs, having them hear it, and still not letting them get angry. 」

The eldest old comrade, after lecturing Jia Zhangshi a few sentences, then went on to lecture Third Aunt and her group a few sentences.

「Who is framing your Jia family? Aren't we allowed to state the facts? 」

In the eyes of the public security.

「I don't have it. 」 Jia Zhangshi flatly denied, even going so far as to put a hat on Third Aunt's head, 「Even if I did, it has nothing to do with my old woman; if it weren't for you gossiping behind our backs about the Jia family, would my old woman even bother scolding you? 」

All right then.

Jia Zhangshi seemed to think that only by chasing and scolding Third Aunt could she vent her inner resentment and frustration all at once.

「No fine, just notify your school. 」

Go to the police station to verify Bangeng.

A plain, unremarkable sentence.

The Jia family is about to fall into chaos.

Having admitted her identity, Jia Zhangshi felt her head about to burst.

When Jia Zhangshi was halfway through her scolding.

Seeing Yan Fugui, who had just gotten out of school, he was urinating in a secluded corner.

「Yan family's daughter‑in‑law, what have we Jia family done to you— drank your water, eaten your food— that you keep framing our Jia family? 」

「Look at you, you don't look sick; the voice you just used to scold people, we heard it outside the courtyard, full of vigor— that couldn't be a sign of illness. 」

Hearing the old women in the courtyard gossip about Bangeng and Shi Jiahong, I felt a surge of resentment; you chattering old hags, unwilling to see the Jia family do well, go to hell.

So they didn't indulge Jia Zhangshi either, directly tearing through her pretense.

As a widow, Jia Zhangshi is something of a widow expert; she knows how widows think and act— most widows treat a remarried man as a meal ticket, while only a small minority kindly bear children for him to prevent his line from dying out.

「Comrade, I was wrong, my old woman was wrong, I shouldn't have scolded people, I shouldn't have cursed their eight generations of ancestors; it's my old woman's foul mouth, I apologize, I will apologize to Third Aunt in front of the public security comrades— sorry, sorry, I shouldn't have scolded people, I've already apologized, so we don't need to go to the police station, right? 」

Behind him were the Siheyuan neighbors looking at each other.

The Jia Family had only Bangeng as their sole heir; Jia Zhangshi repeatedly shouted that Bangeng must continue the Jia family line. After returning to the city, even though her notoriety spread far and wide, Jia Zhangshi has been actively pushing for Bangeng to marry.

Shazhu strolled to the Jiēdào entrance.

In Jia Zhangshi's mind, Bangeng was a good child, a future leader cadre; his wife must be a working female comrade, and the Jia Family must be a dual-income household.

Third Aunt was so angry her nose twisted.

Jia Zhangshi was stunned on the spot.

Laoqianpo's mind was dazed.

Unbelievable!

A hint of panic appeared in their eyes.

Whether there are dates or not, give it a few strikes.

Suddenly turned their head.

It turned out to be Shazhu.

The stone in their heart instantly fell.