Chapter 107

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

As for fighting, Chai Mi had actually never seen much of it.

She had even less experience seeing people fight as fiercely as Wang Huirong and Song Qiuping.

In this era, fighting was actually very common; walking on the road, one might start a fight over a single sentence: "What are you looking at? What's it to you..."

First, as mentioned before, no household had a telephone; reporting to the police was too troublesome, dispatching officers was also troublesome, and there were no cameras or surveillance. In the end, a fight just became mutual assault; regardless of who won or lost, once the police were called, both sides had to go in and serve half a month in the detention center. So, generally both sides would settle things quietly.

After all, the taste of serving time in the detention center is truly miserable; only those who have served know.

Moreover, it was usually men who liked to fight, so Chai Mi naturally couldn't encounter it often.

As for women fighting, this was truly the first time Chai Mi had ever seen it.

In the past, rural women, even if they didn't get along, would at most curse at each other. Even if they wanted to fight, it would be their own men going out to fight...

Unfortunately, Chai Zhongxiao hasn't been home recently... As for Chai You Fu...

Chai Mi searched for half a day and finally spotted Chai You Fu in a particularly inconspicuous spot.

Chai Mi frowned: Chai You Fu usually bragged every day about how he was the head of the household.

Pure fucking nonsense.

Chai You Fu's own mother was beaten by his wife, and he didn't dare let out a fart.

Chai Mi just stared at Chai You Fu hiding in the corner; perhaps Chai You Fu sensed something, he met Chai Mi's gaze, first froze, then lowered his head, acting perfectly calm, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Chai Mi chuckled: "Sister-in-law, look at my Second Uncle..."

Chai Mi pointed in Chai You Fu's direction and said: "Look at what kind of teacher he is; he can't even manage his own wife, yet he teaches others to read."

Zhang Hailan laughed heartily: "That's just how it is; it's not a formal position anyway. He and Xiao Doubao are both private teachers, so their quality is just like that. Besides, your Second Uncle is famous for being afraid of his wife; how would he dare manage Song Qiuping? He's just blowing hot air... If he dared manage Song Qiuping today, before nightfall, their Old Song Family would dare come to the door and beat him."

Chai Mi nodded.

The Old Song Family has many people; Song Qiuping's maternal family is tough.

Song Qiuping's father, Song Qingshu, runs a small shop in the village and has considerable family assets. And Song Qiuping's uncle, Song Qingshan, is the village accountant, having done it for over twenty years; even Village Chief Liu Zhanggui has to give him face.

This leads to Song Qiuping being arrogant and domineering at home, with no one daring to provoke her.

"Just right, let them claw at each other." Chai Mi said in a low voice.

Regarding Song Qiuping, Chai Mi's impression was okay, but only okay.

Song Qiuping isn't a bad person, but to insist she's a good person would be somewhat against her conscience.

Chai Mi and Wang Huirong are now like fire and water; isn't Song Qiuping also just watching the excitement?

Since she's now fighting fiercely with Wang Huirong, Chai Mi is also happy to watch the show.

Although, this matter was instigated by Chai Mi.

But Chai Mi instigated Song Qiuping and Wang Huirong to fight, wasn't it just to watch the excitement?

At the scene, Wang Huirong and Song Qiuping were already covered in mud from head to toe; their faces couldn't be seen clearly, all mud.

They didn't care whether the ground had just been rained on, whether the mud was clean or not; anyway, they just clawed fiercely, rolling back and forth.

For a while Song Qiuping had the upper hand, giving Wang Huirong several big slaps.

For a while Wang Huirong had the upper hand, giving Song Qiuping two punches.

As for hair-pulling, eye-gouging, clothes-tearing, face-scratching...

Chai Mi mused that if you gave them a camera, the two of them could film a wuxia movie.