"Yo, Shuangshuang, you’ve even invited Uncle Fu Wu over. Are you planning to sell that good acre of land you swindled from your grandfather?"
Mu Dazhong happened to overhear the talk of "selling land" and spoke without any filter.
"I knew it, you took great effort to take that piece of good land from our family, just waiting for a ti when our parents aren’t paying attention to secretly sell it. Listen to , if you don’t give my share, I’ll go tell Mom!"
Mu Dazhong shalessly pushed his limits.
He didn’t care if there were outsiders present at the mont.
Mu Dashan’s face turned red with anger, and he quickly explained, "Second Brother, I’m not selling land, I’m..."
"Enough, Third Brother, you don’t need to explain. I won’t tell Mom about this, but first let Shuang bring so tea leaves."
As Mu Dazhong spoke, he kept a sharp eye on the Eight Immortals table in the courtyard.
On the Eight Immortals table, the various shapes of cookies made Mu Dazhong’s eyes light up, and he reached out to grab them.
Mu Shuangshuang quickly snatched the cookies away and put them to the side.
"Shuang, what are you doing?" Mu Dazhong gave Mu Shuangshuang a dissatisfied look.
"Second Uncle, what are you up to? There are guests here. Can’t you wait to talk about whatever you need?" Mu Shuangshuang was not warm towards Mu Dazhong’s sudden approach.
People say you need to judge the situation before speaking or acting. Clearly, Mu Dazhong was trying to make trouble for the third branch.
"Hey, you damn girl, you really don’t treat , your second uncle, with any respect. It’s just food, what’s wrong with that? You damn girl, so protective!"
"Eating food is not an issue, but it depends on who. These are ant for Uncle Fu Wu, Second Uncle, you just can’t touch them!"
"You..." Mu Dazhong beca angry and glared at Mu Shuangshuang for a long ti.
"Are you saying you won’t give any tea leaves either?" Mu Dazhong asked again.
"Second Uncle, you’re banging on an empty pot. Our family doesn’t have any tea leaves, where would we get tea leaves for you?"
Shuangshuang’s house indeed had tea leaves; Yu Liulang had brought a jar of freshly picked spring tea. But Mu Shuangshuang just didn’t want to bring them out.
"Alright then, just you wait!" Mu Dazhong made a threat and ran off towards the Old Mu Family.
Mu Dashan thought to himself that his second brother was going to lodge a complaint again, and he anxiously stood up.
"Dashan, don’t get involved in this matter. Let’s go to Old Liu’s house right now and check out the land. What do you think?"
Mu Dashan certainly wanted to go, but given the situation, the family was about to break into chaos.
Yu Liulang saw Mu Dashan looked troubled and stood up: "Brother-in-law, I’ll go. I know which plots are good, I’ll make sure to check them out well for you."
"Good, good!" Mu Dashan quickly nodded, the family’s matters were still waiting for him to handle.
Once Uncle Fu Wu and Yu Liulang left, Old Mrs. Mu and Mr. Mu angrily charged over, their eyes filled with malice.
Old Mrs. Mu ca up and started clawing at Mu Dashan, her dark nails frantically scratching at his body.
"You beast! Dare to sell the Old Mu Family’s land, I’ll scratch you to death. Our Old Mu Family’s little bit of wealth is about to be depleted by you, this beast!"
If Lu Yuanfeng hadn’t pulled her away in ti, Mu Dashan’s face would have been torn apart.
"Grandma, why are you hitting my dad?"
Mu Shuangshuang was also upset. This old witch, did she think she was dead or sothing?
"Why? It’s this damn girl who instigated Old Third to sell the land. What is your damn girl heart made of, how did it beco so dark?" Old Mrs. Mu cursed, stomping her feet.
And Mu Dazhong, who ca hurriedly, looked smug and sneering beside them.
He thought: If they had given him the money earlier, there wouldn’t have been any issues, but they insisted on crossing him!
Mu Shuangshuang wasn’t dumb; she knew this was all connected to Mu Dazhong and her hatred for him grew stronger.
"Grandma, what did I do wrong? Why do you only listen to what Second Uncle says? If Second Uncle says we’re selling land, it ans we’re selling land? Why won’t you listen to our side?"
"Why? I’ll teach you what ’why’ ans!" With that, Old Mrs. Mu lifted her foot, trying to kick Mu Shuangshuang.
Mu Shuangshuang naturally dodged, while Lu Yuanfeng, trying to hold the old lady, was getting occasionally scratched.
The scene beca extrely chaotic, and Mr. Mu stood by enjoying the show without any intention of helping. Mu Shuangshuang saw the family’s ugly face.
Mr. Mu as a man wouldn’t step in, letting Old Mrs. Mu cause a scene first, and only when things beca irreparable would he step in, making everyone grateful to him.
But life isn’t that simple.
Mu Shuangshuang grabbed a nearby stool and rushed up to Mu Dazhong, beating him furiously.
Everyone had been focusing on Old Mrs. Mu’s tantrum, who would have thought Mu Shuangshuang would grab a stool and hit Mu Dazhong? Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Calling you out for talking nonsense, calling you out for throwing mud, did the third branch owe you or wrong you? Why would you try to harm us like this?"
The stool relentlessly swung at Mu Dazhong, the crackling sound made his bones feel shattered as he fell to the ground, wailing endlessly.
"Oh dear, I’m dying..."
"Dad, Mom, save , this damn girl went crazy, crazy..."
A nearly thirty-year-old man getting beaten by a girl in her teens was indeed shaful, but the sha couldn’t compare to the pain.
Mu Shuangshuang had tolerated it before, always acting privately; doing sothing right in front of Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu was unthinkable.
Ti after ti of tolerance hadn’t taught these people to behave; instead, they kept pouring mud.
"Second Uncle, don’t you like throwing mud? Keep throwing it. Tell my Grandpa and Grandma whether our third branch is selling land or buying land!"
Mr. Mu and Old Mrs. Mu were stupefied upon hearing this.
What? The third branch was buying land, not selling it?
"Old Third, is what Shuangshuang said true?" Mr. Mu asked.
"Of course, Dad. No matter how desperate we are, the third branch would never do such heartless things against our ancestors." Mu Dashan held his chest with a look of pain and anguish.
Mr. Mu initially didn’t believe it, but the second son spoke so confidently and even said Shuangshuang indicated there were tea leaves but wouldn’t let anyone from the Old Mu Family drink.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Mu was naturally enraged.
The child raised by his own hands beca an ingrate, which was intolerable for anyone.
"Dad, save , it hurts..." Mu Dazhong continued to wail, but Mr. Mu no longer had the slightest intent to save him.
Stirring up trouble and spreading rumors, this second son needed a lesson; Mr. Mu chose to ignore Mu Dazhong’s cries for help!
But Old Mrs. Mu was unhappy; if anyone was to discipline her son, it would be her, not an outsider.
"Shuang, let go of your second uncle, overthrow him!"
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