Reborn in the 80s: The Hot-Tempered Old Lady Overturns the Whole Family
Reborn in the 80s: The Hot-Tempered Old Lady Overturns the Whole Family – Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Thrown into the Well

Zhang Xiulian’s voice was low and deep, her gaze sharp and fierce, matched with a face devoid of any expression.

Liu Dani and she made eye contact for just one second, and goosebumps covered Liu Dani’s entire body as she involuntarily stepped back.

Zhao Wen was pulled by his grandmother, his steps retreating as well.

Step by step, Zhang Xiulian walked toward them. When Zhao Wen backed up to the edge of the well, she suddenly swung the stick in her hand.

Zhao Wen saw the stick flying toward him and instinctively kept moving backward.

With a splash, he fell straight into the water well in the courtyard.

Liu Dani’s face instantly turned pale, collapsing to the ground, unable even to cry.

Zhao Debao, who had just been writhing in pain, ignored his own pain and crawled to the edge of the well using both hands and feet.

He leaned over and looked at his son desperately struggling in the well, shouting at Zhang Xiulian, “You crazy woman! Zhao Wen is your own son, yet you pushed him in! Hurry and pull him out!”

Zhang Xiulian brushed the dirt off her hands, rolled her eyes, and sneered, “If I hadn’t grabbed Lili just now, the one struggling in the well would have been her.

They’re both your flesh and blood — is your son’s life worth something but your daughter’s isn’t?”

She then turned her gaze to the bottom of the well. Zhao Wen’s hands reached out of the water, his feet constantly kicking.

His hair was wet and messily covering his face, and he shouted loudly for help.

“Zhao Wen, Mom saw you talking nonsense just now and wanted you to sober up by going down there.

Your eldest sister has raised you since childhood, yet you’re willing to throw her into the fire pit over a little bride price.

Your father and grandmother have lost their sense of right and wrong, and you’re just making things worse!

You… are you even human?”

Zhang Xiulian originally wanted to say everything he had done to her in his past life, but she thought better of it and swallowed the words, not wanting to be seen as crazy.

“Mom, I was wrong. Pull me up, I’m running out of strength!” Zhao Wen cried out loudly in the well after hearing Zhang Xiulian’s words.

Frightened and stunned, Zhao Lili finally regained her senses. She grabbed Zhang Xiulian’s hand and knelt before her.

“Mom, my brother knows he was wrong. Please pull him up.”

Zhao Debao watched his son grow weaker in the well, anxious like ants on a hot pan, but he was in too much pain himself to have the strength to save his son.

“Xiulian, I beg you, please pull Zhao Wen up. I promise I won’t lay a hand on you again.” He raised three fingers of his right hand, making a gesture of swearing.

All right then…

“You swear, never force your daughter to marry someone, or else you’ll have no descendants and die a miserable death.

I will pull my son up, or else you can prepare to collect your son’s body!

Zhang Xiulian did not believe his empty promises.

Only the person who gets stabbed with the knife can feel the sharp pain.

After hearing this, Zhao Debao didn’t hesitate to nod vigorously like a pestle pounding rice, “Great-aunt, we’ll do as you say, we’ll do as you say.

I swear, if I, Zhao Debao, force my daughter to marry again, may I have no descendants and die badly.

Please hurry and save him!”

Zhang Xiulian got the answer she wanted and immediately took a thick rope from inside the house and threw it into the well.

With the help of her two daughters, they pulled Zhao Wen out of the well.

Zhao Wen’s face was pale and dark, his whole body trembling, his belly swollen like a big toad that had just drunk water.

Zhao Lili, putting aside past grievances, found a blanket and covered him, then helped him into the room.

She also helped their grandmother up and supported her back to her room.

The youngest daughter, Zhao Pingping, wanted to help her father but seeing her mother’s expression, she dared not mention it again.

In this world, there are cruel children, but no cruel parents.

Just now, Zhang Xiulian only wanted to teach a lesson to an unfilial and rebellious son. She knew Zhao Wen could swim, and the well water wasn’t deep.

That was why she was calm and unhurried.

Looking at the mother and daughter pair like a defeated rooster, and the son like a drowned dog,

Zhang Xiulian’s anger immediately subsided by more than half.

She felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Zhang Xiulian instructed her two daughters to clean up the aftermath, then turned and went back to her room.

Lying on the familiar yet strange creaking wooden bed, looking up at the mottled roof, she confirmed again — Zhang Xiulian was truly reborn.

Touching her shrunken belly and looking at her not-too-old hands in front of her, Zhang Xiulian wept with joy.

Since she could start over, she would definitely love her two daughters dearly.

As for those three rebellious sons, she would slowly deal with them.

Thinking this, Zhang Xiulian unknowingly fell asleep.

Perhaps because she had spent a lot of energy earlier, she slept until dinner time.

In her dream, Zhang Xiulian seemed to return to the brink of death in her previous life, feeling the unbearable abdominal pain and the heartbreaking pain caused by her unfilial sons, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

“Mom, mom, are you okay?” her youngest daughter Pingping’s voice came again by her ear.

Zhang Xiulian forced herself to open her eyes, and Pingping’s anxious little expression was reflected in her eyes.

Thinking back on her past life, the neglect she showed her daughter, and how her daughter cared for and was filial to her, her heart tightened with pain.

She reached out and hugged her little daughter close, resting her chin on her fluffy little head, murmuring, “Pingping, you’ve suffered so much. Mom is sorry.”

Pingping scratched her little head, a bit at a loss, silently thinking, “Mom is different from before. She not only cares about my older sister now but is also so good to me.”

“Mom, big sister is calling you to eat.”

“All right, let’s go eat together.”

Zhang Xiulian let go of Pingping, swung her legs off the bed, put on her shoes, and took Pingping’s hand as they headed to the kitchen.

Though it was called a kitchen, it was really just a simple, makeshift room built with asbestos tiles and hollow bricks.

Inside the room was a simple cupboard and a rough large round table, which was covered with a layer of blue and white floral plastic paper due to its age.

Outside the kitchen were two mud stoves, one large and one small.

The large stove was used for steaming buns and boiling food, while the smaller one was for stir-frying.

At this time, children usually helped the adults with firewood because cooking and managing the fire at the same time was inconvenient.

When Zhang Xiulian and Pingping entered the kitchen, everyone in the family was already seated except for the third son Zhao Ming, who was in high school, and Zhao Wen, who was resting in his room.

Liu Dani, who had rested all afternoon, obviously had regained her energy. Seeing Zhang Xiulian, she glanced at her with a sneer and mocked, “You even have to be invited to eat? You made the men and mother-in-law wait here? No manners at all!”

Zhang Xiulian didn’t even look at her, pulled her daughter to sit down, picked up her chopsticks, and began to serve food onto her plate.

In her past life, she was always the last one to sit down at the table, and any good food was always given to her three sons.

In her later years, she could barely even eat enough.

When she finally had a full meal, she was insulted by her daughters-in-law: “You old hag, aren’t you afraid you’ll choke yourself with so much food?”

Eventually, after being diagnosed with colon cancer, she couldn’t eat anything at all.

Now that she was healthy again, Zhang Xiulian was determined to nourish herself well — having a good body was more important than anything.

In the middle of the table was a large bowl of chicken stew with mushrooms.

Zhang Xiulian reached out, pulling the bowl in front of her.

She tore off a large drumstick and put it into her little daughter’s bowl. “Pingping, come eat this chicken leg. Look how skinny you are like a bean sprout. If you don’t eat well, you won’t grow tall!”

Liu Dani was so angry that her face immediately darkened.

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