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After finishing lunch, the family had just set down their bowls and chopsticks when a loud knock echoed from the courtyard gate.
"Chen Ruolan, come out! Your son beat up my son; you better come out and explain!" A sharp female voice rang out from outside.
Yu Chunmiao exchanged glances with Qi Rong, who said, "It's my aunt; she's quite domineering."
"What are you afraid of? Go meet her," Yu Chunmiao replied, grabbing a firewood stick and heading for the door.
Chen Ruolan quickly pulled her back. "Little Ancestor, what do you think you're doing?"
Yu Chunmiao looked as if it was only natural. "They've come to our door; I won't just hide like a turtle." She imagined herself as a strong girl standing at one meter seventy, completely forgetting her current frail state.
Qi Rong asked, "What's up with my sister-in-law being so fierce?"
Qi Chong replied, "Sounds about right."
Chen Ruolan's eyes darted around before she said, "Did you forget we discussed something today? In front of outsiders..."
"Oh!" Yu Chunmiao slapped her forehead. "Right, right! Thanks for the reminder." Only then did she put down the firewood stick and head off to confront the situation.
Qi Chong stood up with his crutch. "I'll go; you all stay here."
"Open the door! If you're brave enough to hit someone, then be brave enough to discuss it. You can hide from the first day of the month but not from the fifteenth. If I don't get an explanation today, I won't leave your house," he shouted.
Qi Rong followed Qi Chong to open the door. Uncle Qi Chang and Aunt Zhang Guihua stood there with bruised faces, glaring at them.
As soon as Qi saw Qi Rong, he started crying again. "Dad! Mom! He pinned me down and hit me today, and he said Dad wet his pants because he was scared of a wild boar!"
Qi Chang slapped his chubby son's head. "Is that something you should say? Why are you saying such things? Why did he hit you?"
Feeling wronged, Qi replied, "He said Dad wet his pants, and I couldn't take it."
Qi Chang retorted, "Why bother asking him? You can't just let it go because of wet pants."
Qi Rong countered, "You brought Liu Dagou and Liu Ergou to block me; I didn't strike first! You grabbed my hair! You wanted to fight but couldn't win and then went crying to your parents—how pathetic!"
Zhang Guihua pointed at Qi Rong and scolded, "You little brat! Even if he couldn't beat you, you won; why did you have to go that far?"
As she spoke, Zhang Guihua tore open her son's shirt, revealing a large bruise on his chest.
Qi Chong glanced at his younger brother. He hadn't realized the beating was this severe—had they really rubbed him into the ground? But of course, he had to defend his brother.
Coldly he said, "Are you all done? I want to ask why my little brother was blocked by your son when he did nothing to provoke you."
Zhang Guihua spat in disdain. "You crippled fool! Is this road yours? Can't my son walk? What gives you the right to say my son was blocking him?"
Qi Chong laughed in anger. "What makes you think your son was beaten by my little brother?"
Qi Rong raised his chin and replied, "Yeah, did anyone see it?"
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