"Let me teach you," Qi Chong said, his voice slurred from the drink. "It's simple, just play rock-paper-scissors and don't let anyone guess."
Such a straightforward idea, who wouldn't know it?
Wu Dayong replied, "I've had enough to drink today. If I keep going, I'm going to embarrass myself, especially with Tang Qingqing around. I won't do it."
"I really can't," Qi Chong insisted. "I'll just serve you soup."
"You're lying; I don't believe you." Qi Chong's words had a childish tone.
At that moment, the skinny monkey resting on the table lifted his head and mumbled, "That's not fair; you're pretending to be weak while taking advantage."
With that, he slumped back down.
Outside the courtyard gate, Qi Ping An arrived. No one invited him; he barged in unannounced, seeming quite angry.
"Where's Zhang Guiying? Get her out here!"
The villagers paused their eating and turned to look at him.
Qi Ping An strode into the courtyard, scanning the crowd but not finding Zhang Guiying.
After a moment, Zhang Guiying emerged from the back kitchen carrying a tray of dishes. She had been invited to help serve food today for twenty coins.
Seeing her come out, Qi Ping An quickly moved forward to shove her.
Just as Zhang Guiying was about to dodge, she nearly spilled the entire tray when Shi Song caught her from behind, barely steadying her.
As for Qi Ping An, his fist was firmly caught mid-swing.
Qi Chong stared at him and exclaimed, "Dad? Why are you here? Is it because Yuan Er is having a celebration? Did you come for the wedding feast?"
His words stunned everyone into silence.
However, after a moment of thought, the villagers found it less surprising; Qi Ping An looked too much like Qi Yunzhen, and Qi Chong must have been too drunk to recognize him.
While Qi Ping An was lost in thought, Qi Chong shook his head and said again, "You're not Dad; you're Second Uncle. You bully me and my mother, Second Uncle!"
With that declaration filled with anger, he shouted loudly, "Dad told me to endure. Yu Chunmiao said that if a friend dies, it's better than a poor friend. I find that very reasonable."
"Since you're here, take this!"
He swung a heavy punch that landed squarely on Qi Ping An's nose, sending him staggering back several steps before crashing to the ground.
Qi Ping An touched his nose and felt blood; he was instantly furious.
"How dare you! Just wait until I teach you a lesson today!" He got up and charged forward, grabbing a stool to throw at Qi Chong.
Qi Chong was feeling dizzy and didn't even notice.
Unexpectedly, several villagers rushed in and held Qi Ping An tightly, pushing him out the door. It took a long time for them to return.
Qi Ping An had come today solely to find Zhang Guiying, because she had been divorced recently, and there were two taels of silver hidden in the house that only she knew about. He had asked her several times, but Zhang Guiying remained tight-lipped, which made him lose face tonight. In his anger, he had come to demand the money.
However, he never expected that he would end up injured and lying in the grass instead of getting the money.
Cheng Ruolan was in the backyard entertaining guests, unaware of what was happening in the front yard.
Yu Chunmiao was in the new house teaching Wu Shengnan some secrets of the bridal chamber. "Just one thing," she said, "the new Qing Niangzi can't run away this time. Only after taking off her clothes did Wu Shengnan cover her ears and insist on not listening."
"Come on, just let me finish one sentence!"
After saying this, Yu Chunmiao held her down and pressed her onto the bed. Once she finished speaking, she left.
As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Wu Dayong accompanying Qi Chong as they strolled around.
"Look! Your wife is right there!"
Seeing Yu Chunmiao, Wu Dayong felt as if he had been granted a reprieve. He pushed her forward and ran away.
Qi Chong had no expression on his face; it seemed he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, yet he reeked of it.
"Yu Chunmiao, where did you run off to? I just learned a new drinking game today; do you want to give it a try?"
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