Ma Chunhua was a little confused as to what had happened to her son and what was the reason why people in the house were hesitant to treat them like this.
Ma Chunhua stepped forward and stopped the man and asked, "What do you mean, just make it clear?"
When the man saw that the old lady was a little wild, he lost his temper and said angrily: "Who are you? How dare you act wild when you come to our Zhao Mansion?"
Ma Chunhua also lost her temper and said angrily: "My old lady came to see her son and asked him nicely. Is that called acting wild? You were the first to be rude. My son is here to work, not to be sold to Zhao."
From home?”
The servant-looking man saw the old lady pinching her waist in a arrogant manner and laughed: "It turns out she is the arrogant guy's mother. Like mother must be like son. Is a beating a retribution?"
"Being beaten?" Ma Chunhua caught the last word. Was her son beaten?
She took a step forward, stretched out her big hands like pliers to grab the servant, and asked with a ferocious look: "Tell me clearly, what happened to my son?"
Seeing that he was being held by an old lady, the man felt a little embarrassed, so he cursed: "Dead?"
As soon as these words came out, the servants who were working together saw the two women barging in to make trouble, and began to gather around the mother and daughter to dissuade them: "Don't make trouble, is this the Zhao Mansion?"
Ma Chunhua suddenly heard this and saw that things had become such a mess. She grabbed the man without letting go and shouted: "I just want to see my son Zhang Wensong. Call the steward here quickly, or else I will make him look good?"
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When the servants saw that the troublemaker was an old lady, they didn't take her seriously, so they wanted to catch her and rescue their brothers.
Seeing this, Ma Chunhua took out an embroidery needle from her arms and plunged it directly into the acupuncture point on the man's neck. The man screamed in pain.
"Don't come here, this old lady is really cruel, help me!"
No matter how he howled, Ma Chunhua said to the others: "Don't move. I was already polite, but he cursed my son to death. Who wouldn't be angry? If you don't give me an explanation today, I will always
My wife will fight with him to the end!"
"What are you all doing standing here? Don't you know how to drive out the troublemakers?"
An old man shouted, and an old man about fifty years old came out with his servants.
I saw that he was wearing a ginger-yellow brocade suit and looked energetic. His facial features seemed to be carved out of marble, with sharp angular lines and sharp and deep eyes, which made him feel oppressive.
"Guan Zhao, please come and save me?"
The man was being held on the neck by Ma Chunhua. When he saw the housekeeper coming, he shouted anxiously for help as if he was seeing a savior.
It turned out to be the housekeeper of the mansion, and he seemed to have a good temperament. Ma Chunhua thought he was the master of the mansion.
It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he can take care of his son's affairs.
"This useless thing can't even beat a woman?" The man came over and scolded his subordinates.
The man opened his mouth and explained: "It's her. She was the one responsible for the sneak attack. Butler Zhao, please help me!"
Butler Zhao then turned his attention to Ma Chunhua and his daughter, and asked: "You are Zhang Wensong's mother. You are here just in time. Come with me to meet him!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the backyard with his two servants.
Seeing this, Ma Chunhua let go of the servant in her hand and kicked her: "Remember to be polite when talking to someone next time. If you know who the other person is, you dare to say something to offend me. Remember, you will do it again next time you see me.
If you talk without virtue, I will destroy your happiness in the next life."
After speaking, Ma Chunhua glanced at the other person's crotch, and then waved the long embroidery needle in front of his eyes a few times.
The man originally wanted to take revenge after going out, but when he saw the old lady's stern warning eyes and the silver needle in her hand, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine and subconsciously covered his crotch.
Seeing the mother and daughter leaving, the people around them gathered around and asked, "What's going on?"
The man was speechless, but he was intimidated by the look in the old lady's eyes, and his desire for revenge suddenly disappeared.
When she arrived at the firewood shed, Ma Chunhua saw a person lying on the firewood. The skin on his buttocks had been beaten to pieces, and the smell of blood rushed straight into her nose.
The man was lying on the firewood and was suddenly illuminated by the sunlight from the open door. He frowned a little. Uncomfortable, he blocked the sunlight with his hands and looked at the crowd outside with his fingers.
"Fourth brother! Who beat you like this?"
Although Qiao Yun was not very close to his fourth brother, they were family members who grew up together. When he saw his fourth brother being beaten, he ran over in distress, but was unable to help him.
Although Ma Chunhua knew that her son had been wrongfully accused and had an accident, it was more than a year later. It seemed that things had changed since her arrival.
Wensong opened his hazy eyes, and when he saw clearly that it was his sister and mother, he covered his head in shame and acted like an ostrich.
Ma Chunhua read the original book and knew that her son had been wronged. She became a little angry and shouted angrily: "Zhang Wensong! If we do something wrong, we must admit it in time, strive for leniency, and try our best to make up for the mistakes we have made."
, if you have not made any mistakes, will you raise your head upright for me now?"
Qiaoyun was frightened by her mother's aura. She had never seen her mother take care of her fourth brother for a day.
Today, when the fourth brother was beaten, my mother didn't scold him or throw away the scoundrel, but she supported him in such a domineering manner!
Zhang Wensong was in a daze. He had never felt a trace of concern from his mother. Was he having tinnitus now, or was he hearing hallucinations?
"Fourth brother, Mom is here. If you have any grievances, you can tell Mom. Mom is here to make the decision for you. Don't be afraid. You are not alone. You have Mom behind you, your brothers and sisters, and the entire Zhang family to support you!
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Is this my arrogant and selfish sister? I never felt any family affection when I was at home. Today something happened to me and I just wanted to fend for myself. I didn’t expect to hear such touching and heartwarming words.
He raised his head and looked at the stern mother in front of him. His heart suddenly felt fragile, making him want to cry.
His voice trembled slightly, "Mom, my son has caused trouble for you!"
Ma Chunhua did not reach out to check her son's injuries, nor did she offer any words of comfort. She looked at Butler Zhao with a serious face and asked, "What crime has my son committed that the Zhao family is so impatient to punish?"
Housekeeper Zhao didn't expect that the Zhang family's mother-in-law could be calm at this time, not cry or make trouble, and still ask questions rationally.
In fact, he had just learned about this from the guard chief Li Ziqi, and it was also the first thing he saw when he came in.
"He stole the young master's monthly salary. There were witnesses and physical evidence, and he confessed. He received thirty big slaps for a small punishment but a big warning!"
Ma Chunhua frowned after hearing this.
Zhang Wensong resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes. His mother must be extremely disappointed with him. The fact is true, her mother must be ashamed of herself!
"Fourth brother, you stole someone else's money, I don't believe you?"
Qiaoyun said what she was thinking naturally. She knew very well the character of her fourth brother. First, no one in the family was sick, and second, there was no debt, so why should he bother?
Ma Chunhua looked back at Butler Zhao, "Even if my son breaks the law, he can be punished with hard labor, exiled, or imprisoned. Even if he is sent to the government for execution, I have nothing to say. But who gave you the power to lynch a day laborer?" This chapter has been completed!