Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 28

“Granny, you can’t go hitting people on the head. If you smash her like that, how’s your son supposed to find a new wife while dragging along a weak little boy? Or are you planning to raise your grandson until the day you die?”

Raise her grandson until she dies? Was this girl cursing her grandson, or trying to turn her into some turtle spirit?

The old woman froze for two seconds, then had her hair yanked by her daughter-in-law. Luo An was rather satisfied—hair-pulling was good, painful but not fatal, perfect for mother-in-law and daughter-in-law battles.

The old woman cried out in pain and tried to pry off the younger woman’s hand, but the latter held on like death itself, even pulling out a small tuft of hair.

The old woman exploded. “You unfilial thing! I’ll make sure Bingzi divorces you!”

Being manhandled in front of so many onlookers, the young wife was not only angry but deeply humiliated. She truly regretted choosing this household after all her deliberations. Her husband was good, yes—but even the best man couldn’t make up for such a vile mother-in-law.

Before she could speak, Luo An shouted excitedly, “Auntie, you’re really too kind! You’ve admitted yourself you’re a wicked mother-in-law, and that this sister’s life in your household is sheer misery. How merciful of you to suggest letting your son and her split!

“Sister, hurry and thank your mother-in-law! You’ve only been married a couple of years, right? Even if you have a child, it doesn’t matter. Lots of families would love a daughter-in-law who can bear sons. You’re way more marketable than her son.

“After the divorce, don’t take the child with you. You’ve been too considerate, carrying the whole household’s burdens alone, leaving your auntie with nothing to do. No wonder she picks fights with you all day long! Leave the grandson with her—then she’ll have work, and it’ll save future daughters-in-law from suffering.”

By now, the villagers working and watching on the side were almost doubled over with laughter. Luo Zhiqing, are you sure you’re trying to mediate, and not asking for a beating?

The old shrew couldn’t take it anymore. “Who the hell are you? What business of yours is this for you to yap away?”

Luo An wasn’t afraid in the slightest—if anything, she got more fired up. “Auntie, I’m the new educated youth, Luo An.

“And just now I misspoke. If your son really gets divorced, he probably won’t find another wife. After all, who doesn’t know about the two-year war between you and your daughter-in-law?

“But maybe that’s for the best. I can see you can’t live without your son. Let your daughter-in-law remarry, and the three of you can just stay together. Then you won’t need to scream like a street shrew every day. Isn’t that nice?”

The middle-aged woman nearly burst a bl00d vessel. When she was young she’d been infamous for her sharp tongue—no one in the village could match her. Never did she expect some snot-nosed girl to challenge her like this.

She tore herself free from her daughter-in-law’s grip and stormed over to Luo An, reaching to grab the girl’s hair.

“Watch out!”

Having fought countless rounds with her mother-in-law, the young wife knew her moves by heart. Seeing her reach for the girl’s head, she couldn’t help crying out in warning.

The next instant, the unbelievable happened. The old shrew’s wicked hand was caught in Luo An’s grip. A howl, more wretched than a pig being slaughtered, split the air.

“You wretched brat, let go! Let go of me!”

She braced herself and yanked backward with all her might, trying to break free.

Luo An was a good kid—she ignored what she shouldn’t hear, and obeyed what she should.

So the moment the woman yanked with full force, Luo An obediently let go.

How could the old hag have imagined she’d actually release her? She couldn’t stop her momentum and plopped right down onto the field ridge.

Luckily, at this season the ridges were soft, so she wasn’t hurt—but her pride certainly was.

“You… you…” She stammered for ages, unable to find the words. Mainly because this girl wasn’t just brazen, she was strong—she might really be too much to handle.

If she couldn’t handle her, she’d call for backup. The woman looked around at the workers and shouted, “Come see! The educated youth is bullying me! Go call the village chief to judge this!”

Too bad everyone had seen what really happened. Naturally, no one was stepping in for her now.

Luo An blinked innocently. “Auntie, that’s not right. You came to hit me—did I fight back? No.

“You told me to let go—didn’t I? Wasn’t it you who lost your footing and fell? If you blame me for that, then I’ll have to go to the Public Security Bureau and report you for fraud.”

At the words Public Security Bureau, the woman went silent like her throat had been clamped.

After a long pause, she croaked, “For such a trivial thing, you’d run to the police? You think they’ve got nothing better to do? Don’t try to scare me, I wasn’t raised to be frightened!”

“Why would I scare an old auntie? If you dare to extort me, I dare to report you. That’s how we do it in the city.”

The middle-aged woman: … Could she be serious?

Though doubtful, she didn’t dare risk it. If she really got hauled to the Bureau, her face would be lost all the way to the commune.

She shivered involuntarily, then forced herself to her feet, though her mouth stayed stubborn.

“I won’t stoop to your level, kid. I’m not scared of you—I just don’t want to waste the police comrades’ time.”

Then she bolted like a dog had been set on her.

“Auntie, you really don’t want me to take responsibility?” Luo An called after her.

The woman wanted nothing more than for this Luo Zhiqing to vanish from her sight.

Luo An turned to the young wife with a smile. “Sister, I was serious about what I said. We’re all daughters from decent families. Marriage is meant for a lifetime. But if someone in the family is always stirring up trouble and making life unbearable, then either you remove that troublemaker completely—or you divorce and remarry with clear eyes.”

In this era, such words were shocking. Yet whether it was because the old hag had been too much for too long, or because Luo An’s logic rang true, some people secretly nodded. Divorce wasn’t the end of the world—better to live than to be strangled by bitterness.

The old woman glanced at her daughter-in-law, only to see a flicker of contemplation in her face. What now? She hadn’t really wanted her son to divorce!

Ridiculous. Hadn’t she endured her own in-laws back in the day? Why were today’s girls so delicate? She hadn’t said much, yet they dared use divorce as a threat.

And the worst part—she really was afraid of it.

Frustrated, the woman grabbed her hoe and hacked at the soil, venting her anger on each new furrow.

From that day on, the village heard far fewer of her shrill curses. Though she still wasn’t friendly to her daughter-in-law, she no longer struck out at every turn.

The village chief’s wife was astonished. She couldn’t help muttering to her husband, “That Luo Zhiqing really is something. Who has ever dared stand up to Dayong’s wife? But that girl chattered away and actually shut her up.

“You know how sick I am of her, but as the women’s director I couldn’t just ignore it. If I intervened, I’d only end up fuming myself.

“And besides, I’m getting old. It’s not right for me to cling to the women’s director position. Maybe it’s time we found someone suitable to take over.”

The village chief, busy repairing a basket in the yard, chuckled.

“And who would take it? The monthly stipend is tiny, the work is endless, and you have to settle other people’s petty squabbles all day long. It’s thankless. If you can find someone willing and able, I won’t object.”

“I think Luo Zhiqing would be perfect…”