From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!-Chapter 865 - 861: Remarkable Skill at Distorting Right and Wrong (Part 3)
"What are you yelling about so early in the morning? Can’t one get some sleep?"
The commotion at the second branch had woken up Old Mrs. Mu from her lazy morning sleep.
Old Mrs. Mu got up and went to the second branch, only to see Mrs. Lin outside, cursing both father and mother, which made her furious.
Seeing Old Mrs. Mu, Mrs. Lin quickly thought on her feet and stepped forward to complain.
"Mother, you have no idea what kind of daughter-in-law Da Lang has married. She won’t cook when asked, and even pushed me aside. Now she’s hiding in bed, sleeping in late."
"What?" Old Mrs. Mu’s voice suddenly rose upon hearing this.
"Mother, you have to discipline that little slut. She’s just good for nothing, brought home only to be a decoration," Mrs. Lin said again.
Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Mu seemed like a lit firecracker, bursting with explosive force.
"Huang Bita, Huang Bita, you little wretch, get out here! Today this old woman is going to whip you to save rice for the Old Mu Family."
The sound of Old Mrs. Mu’s scolding rose and fell, and anyone standing a bit closer felt like their ears would grow calluses.
After Mu Dalang’s body temperature returned to normal, his brain started working properly again.
He heard Old Mrs. Mu’s cursing and, seeing Huang Bita blocking the door for him, felt a surge of indignation in his heart.
He crawled out from under the blanket and pulled Huang Bita into his arms.
"Grandma, don’t listen to my mother’s nonsense. At this hour, it’s not even daylight. Who makes breakfast this early? Obviously, my mother is just trying to torment Bita with this idea," Mu Dalang said.
Old Mrs. Mu listened to Mu Dalang’s words and suspiciously glanced at Mrs. Lin.
Mrs. Lin puffed out her chest and said, "Mother, you always said it’s rightful for a mother-in-law to discipline her daughter-in-law.
Besides, I’m only doing this for Da Lang’s good. Da Lang is bewitched by that little hussy.
Look, he’s so close to the third branch now.
Even I, as his mother, can’t compete with a glance from that little hussy and the third branch."
As Mrs. Lin spoke, she even squeezed out a few crocodile tears pretentiously.
Even if Old Mrs. Mu didn’t like Mrs. Lin, hearing her complaint only made her resent Huang Bita more.
Especially when Mrs. Lin mentioned the good relationship between Huang Bita and the third branch, Old Mrs. Mu got even angrier.
"Da Lang, open the door. I have to properly discipline Huang Bita," Old Mrs. Mu shouted into Mu Dalang’s room.
"Grandma, if you want to believe what my mother says, there’s nothing I can do, but I won’t let you touch Bita.
The one who did wrong is my mother. Early in the morning, she splashed a ladle of cold water on me. It’s a good thing it was me; if it had been Bita, it could have killed her."
That word "killed" made Old Mrs. Mu regain some sense.
Huang Bita couldn’t die; she was her eldest son’s lucky star, the one who prospered her family’s eldest.
"Second daughter-in-law, can’t you do things with some restraint? Why insist on disciplining Huang Bita when Da Lang is around?"
"Mother, I’m wronged here. It’s because Huang Bita refused to cook, lazing around, so I splashed her with water. Who knew she’d instruct Da Lang to open the door, and that basin of water ended up on Da Lang’s face."
Mrs. Lin looked pitiably aggrieved on the surface, but inside, she was already clamoring for Old Mrs. Mu to beat Huang Bita to death.
This way, she could marry off her son again.
Hopefully, to someone wealthy, so the second branch could live well too.
"You still have the nerve to speak? What do we do now?" Old Mrs. Mu asked Mrs. Lin, eyeing the wooden door of Mu Dalang’s room.
Mrs. Lin didn’t have a clue what to do.
She said, "Mother, how about we trick them into opening the door first? Later you hold back Da Lang while I discipline that little hussy?"
Mrs. Lin lowered her voice, so what she discussed wasn’t heard by Mu Dalang inside the room.
Old Mrs. Mu pondered and nodded in agreement.
"Da Lang, open the door. I just asked your mother, and she admits it was her mistake. I’ve already scolded her.
Come out quickly so I can see if you’re hurt," Old Mrs. Mu called out from outside the door.
However, Mu Dalang was on high alert at this moment.
What Old Mrs. Mu said didn’t match her brash personality.
"Grandma, I’m fine. You and my mother should leave now!" Mu Dalang still refused to open the door.
Despite shouting for a long time, Old Mrs. Mu saw no sign of Mu Dalang giving in.
He seemed scared by Mrs. Jin’s treacherous nature.
He was afraid Old Mrs. Mu would use the same trick to fool him.
Failing with one plan, Old Mrs. Mu came up with another. She called inside to Huang Bita, "Bita, persuade Da Lang to open the door. I promise I won’t touch you two."
As a matter of fact, Old Mrs. Mu’s tactic was effective.
Huang Bita, as the daughter-in-law of the Old Mu Family, had to listen to Old Mrs. Mu and Mrs. Lin at all times.
Recently, she trembled with fear at the prospect of being beaten by Mrs. Lin.
Now that Old Mrs. Mu had promised, would she be safe?
"Da Lang, maybe... we should open the door," Huang Bita whispered to Mu Dalang.
"No, Bita, only when my grandpa wakes up can we open the door, or else my grandma and my mother won’t spare you."
Mu Dalang knew all too well what kind of person and temper his own mother had.
Bita had pushed his mother out for his sake, and this grudge his mother would absolutely remember.
"Da Lang, it’s okay. Grandma said she wouldn’t blame us," Huang Bita thought for a moment before speaking.
"Bita..."
"It’s alright, trust me!"
Mu Dalang sighed deeply, slowly opening the door, keeping his strong arms protectively around Huang Bita.
However, the moment the door was opened, Old Mrs. Mu rushed in. With a yank, she pulled Huang Bita out of Mu Dalang’s arms.
Mrs. Lin picked up a wooden switch from the ground and began to lash at Huang Bita.
With one stroke, tears welled up in Huang Bita’s eyes from the pain.
"Dodge! Go on, dodge, you little slut! This old woman won’t stop until you’re beaten today!"
Mrs. Lin wielded the switch relentlessly on Huang Bita, who kept dancing around, as if performing a dance.
Seeing this ridiculous scene, Mrs. Lin clutched her stomach, laughing heartily.
Mu Dalang’s eyes reddened. He wanted to help, but Old Mrs. Mu held his arm down.
"Da Lang, you’re a grown man, what are you meddling for? Your mother is the mother-in-law. A mother-in-law disciplining her daughter-in-law is nobody else’s concern."
Mu Dalang became anxious, "Grandma, you promised not to blame me and Bita, so why don’t you keep your word?"
"How am I not keeping my word? I said I wouldn’t touch you and Bita. But your mother didn’t make such a promise!"
Old Mrs. Mu said it as if it was only natural.
The last bit of hope in Mu Dalang’s heart shattered. He reached out to pull away Old Mrs. Mu’s hand, only for her to suddenly lay down on the ground.
"Help, my grandson’s hitting his grandma..." Old Mrs. Mu yelled at the top of her lungs.
While Mrs. Lin continued to discipline Huang Bita, catching sight of Old Mrs. Mu lying on the ground, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
The old woman sure was an old woman, even capable of coming up with such a trick...
