si-mexico Chapter 29 Being a Happy Village Guardian (1)
Chapter 29 Being a Happy Village Guardian (1)
Su Dingding arrived at the edge of the field, carrying a whip.
I happened to see my two sons punching and kicking their old father, while cursing him. They acted as if they were the kings!
With a "snap!", everyone fell silent.
"Your Majesty, we'll teach this old bastard a lesson for you!"
"Your Majesty, although he is my father, he is worse than a pig or a dog. He even spied on my wife while she was bathing!"
"Nonsense! You two are committing blasphemous acts and deserve to be struck by lightning..."
Su Dingding glanced at them and said, "I don't have time to deal with your nonsense. Get to work! If you don't finish weeding this plot of land today, you won't get any food!"
Everyone immediately got to work; they hadn't had breakfast that morning because someone had broken the rules.
This means they can't give us lunch either, and if they don't eat dinner, we'll starve to death.
Su Dingding snorted coldly and was about to leave when a man in his twenties, emboldened, walked up to her.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, his back was covered in crisscrossing wounds, his lips were chapped, and there were blisters on the corners of his mouth from internal heat.
"Your Majesty...my mother has already punished me with a hundred willow twigs, and I know I was wrong..."
His name is Zhao Defu. His father was the village chief's younger brother and passed away more than ten years ago. He and Zhao Degang bullied Wang Sanzhu.
However, at that time, he was forced to throw a willow branch at him in order to fit in.
When he got home, his mother made him kneel down as punishment and whipped him with a willow branch, forbidding him from associating with Zhao Degang and his gang.
Knowing the hardships his mother had endured raising him, Zhao Defu was very filial and obedient, and from then on, he never bullied the original owner of the body again.
Overall, he's a good person, but he was almost led astray.
"Alright, now that you're done with your punishment, go to the kitchen and get a job chopping firewood." Su Dingding waved his hand.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhao Defu kowtowed gratefully.
Now, his mother is enjoying a life of comfort under the king's protection, and he has finished his punishment, so his mother no longer needs to worry about him.
Some people looked at Zhao Defu with dissatisfaction, envying him for having a good mother.
I wasn't seriously injured, that's all!
That idiot was clearly protecting him, but he dared not speak out against it.
Fortunately, everyone finished their work before dark and dragged their tired bodies back to the village chief's courtyard, where dozens of people knelt down.
But kneeling is easier than working, especially for the older folks, it really takes half their lives.
Looking at the several large buckets in the yard, I couldn't tell what kind of random stuff was being boiled inside. It had a strange smell and was bubbling, as if it were poisonous.
"This is very nutritious. It contains six kinds of rotten vegetable leaves, five kinds of coarse grains, four pounds of fruit peels, three spoonfuls of soybean paste, two pieces of fatty meat, and a rotten fish," Su Dingding said happily to the villagers. "Don't waste my good intentions, eat it all!"
Despite being very hungry, this stuff was really hard to swallow; the smell alone made me nauseous.
But if they didn't eat, they would starve to death and get beaten, so they had no choice but to hold their noses and force themselves to swallow.
Su Dingding smiled with satisfaction, but she still caught a few who vomited before drinking and others who vomited after drinking, and she whipped them all.
"Farmers toil under the midday sun, their sweat dripping onto the soil. Who knows the hardship behind every grain of rice on the plate? Wasting food, do you think you've done justice to your own sweat?"
When Aunt Song saw that Uncle Song had also been whipped, she felt a pang of sympathy.
"Your Majesty is too ruthless..."
Zhao Defu's mother glanced at her, cracked some melon seeds, and said calmly, "That guy surnamed Song didn't hold back when he hit you either."
Aunt Song was stunned for a moment, recalling the beatings she had suffered over the years. "A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, even if he's a chicken or a dog. We've been husband and wife for decades."
Li Lihua looked at him incredulously, "Aunt Song, you can't live without someone beating you up?"
Aunt Song blushed, "If I could give him a son or daughter, he wouldn't have hit me."
"Is it because you don't want to have children?" Zhao Defu's mother was even angrier. "Isn't it because he's impotent? He's been a widow for over ten years, never enjoying a single day of happiness. He's so old, why is he still so stubborn?"
Li Lihua also advised, "Aunt Song, without those men who bullied us, life is so much happier. Is your husband willing to buy you new clothes or apples?"
Aunt Song looked at her new clothes and the apple Li Lihua handed her, and fell into deep thought.
Yes, why not enjoy the good life? Why dwell on him? It would be better if he were dead!
Aunt Song immediately felt relieved and took a big bite of the apple.
After finishing their meal, everyone dragged their tired bodies to the cowshed and sighed.
Some people regret their past actions and seek solace from others, hoping to get through it all.
Some people planned to get away with it, but that fool probably couldn't even count a hundred correctly, so he wouldn't know if he was missing a few thousand.
The next morning, more than a dozen people came to Su Dingding seeking redemption.
Some of them had their faces swollen from being slapped, while others were so hoarse from cursing all night that they were almost completely silent.
Some had their legs broken, and one even had his entire arm bruised from being hit by a stone.
Another one ate something incomprehensible and foamed at the mouth, almost killing himself.
Finally, Su Dingding selected those who had truly redeemed themselves and sincerely repented, and had them join the wood-chopping team.
The other people who were just pretending to be part of the group were punished even more severely, with each of them receiving ten lashes.
The others watched coldly, thankfully they didn't take the risk.
"Get to work, all of you!" Su Dingding shouted sternly.
After everyone left, only Er Dongzi, whose fingers and toes had been broken, and the three others who were dissatisfied with Su Dingding for being crippled by her remained in the cowshed.
At this moment, their very existence is a humiliation, and we wish we could give them a quick death.
Su Dingding let them fend for themselves, since they were all no good and would only be parasites on society if they lived.
At the village entrance, Zhao Degang was torn apart by wolves, leaving only some limbs; he was already dead.
Liu Qing went mad after seeing her son's terrible condition.
She stumbled and ran around aimlessly, muttering that her son was getting married and would soon give her a grandson.
Zhao Zhi was still hanging in the air, completely dazed and confused.
The wolf did not attack him, but let him swing in the air.
As Su Dingding walked over, Zhao Zhi opened his lifeless eyes and cried out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I don't want my son anymore, please save me..."
He cannot die; there is hope only in living.
As soon as he leaves, call the police immediately. That damn idiot will be shot!
The temporary forbearance is all for revenge!
Zhao Zhi feigned pitifulness to gain Su Dingding's sympathy, and even cried loudly, causing his hair to turn quite white.
Su Dingding looked at him with a smile, "The land in the village needs fertilization. Go to the outhouses of every household and carry manure to fertilize all the land in the village, and then I will let you go."
"You want me to carry manure?" Zhao Zhi frowned, but gritted his teeth and agreed, "Whatever the king asks me to do, I'll do it. I'll carry this manure!"