Chapter 9

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Zhao Dachun listened to his mother’s scolding and felt wronged.
“I married a wife for Jiahe’s sake; otherwise, I’d have been beaten up, wouldn’t I?”
The old lady thought Zhao Dachun had gone to find Jiang Li, hoping Jiang Li would remarry into the Zhao family at Jiahe, and she nearly choked on her breath.
“She’s newly widowed! You… you’re wicked.”
This time, Zhao Dachun was displeased.
“I’m talking about Xue Ning. Did you think I meant that widow Jiang? Jiang said she went hunting in the mountains a few days ago. No one’s seen her for two days; we even thought she ran away. I meant Xue Man. His stepmother left, and he can’t support his sister. I suggested marrying A’ning to Jiahe.”
“But who knew Jiang came back? As soon as I said it, she rushed out of the house, ran at me, and kicked me down with a flying kick. I couldn’t even get up and got kicked twice more. Ouch, Jiahe, check my leg. It’s probably bruised all over from her kicks…”
“That woman looks small and thin but hits like a powerhouse.”
The old lady said, “So the story about Xue’s second son getting beaten by her is true.”
Zhao Dachun said, “Definitely true. I didn’t believe the rumors before and even told her I wouldn’t change my name or identity.”
The old lady examined him and saw only bruises and scrapes, no broken bones. Since it wasn’t life-threatening, she didn’t bother further.
She fetched ten eggs from inside, placed them in a bamboo basket covered with pine needles, called out to Zhao Jiahe, and headed toward the dilapidated thatched hut.
Jiang Li thought about Xue Man’s words. She really needed to be careful from now on. In ancient times, clans were especially united. She could beat one person, but could she possibly beat an entire clan to death?
Besides, killing someone meant paying with her own life, which wasn’t worth it.
While pondering, she packed away everything she had bought yesterday, storing it all under the straw.
Just as she finished, she heard Xue Man calling someone.
She went outside and saw an old woman standing in the yard with Zhao Jiahe.
She didn’t speak first, unsure of their intentions.
The old woman said, “You must be Jiang Li. I’m Zhao Dachun’s mother. He speaks and acts without thinking. If he offended you, I’ve come specially to apologize.”
Jiang Li waved her hand repeatedly.
“Auntie, his words were unpleasant. I was also impulsive and struck him, perhaps a bit too harshly. Let’s just settle our grudges.”
“You really don’t need to apologize.”
The old woman scrutinized her carefully.
Zhao Dachun often caused trouble, and she had to apologize and make peace. Even if he got beaten, coming here to apologize was swallowing her pride. If others struck back, it was their own fault for provoking him—annoying as it was.
But this was the first time she had heard someone say their grudges were resolved.
“Grudges resolved? You are very magnanimous, madam.”
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