Chapter 1851: Tong Shuitao Makes a MoveEditor: Henyee Translations
Old Madam Yang and Yang Zhifu didn’t sleep last night. They had already discussed and finally went to the Xuanhe Prefecture together.
Moreover, they told the public that Yang Liu had lost his memory. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good for Yang Liu and Yang He. Firstly, it was hard for Yang Liu to explain why he hadn’t returned home for so many years. Secondly, if others knew what Yang Wenli had done back then, as his son, Yang He would be the first to be criticized.
Yang Zhifu and Old Madam Yang could not help but be criticized for not teaching their son well, which would cause a lot of trouble and might even implicate Yundong and the others. After all, it was a family matter. They could settle the score behind closed doors slowly, but it would not be a wonderful topic for others to chat after dinner.
However, when the people present heard her say that, they all let out low gasps of disbelief.
"There’s actually such a thing?"
"Auntie Yang, you’ve finally suffered enough. From now on, with your daughter and son-in-law filial to you, you’ll have a good life."
"Fortunately, your daughter regained her memory. Although so many years have passed, she still remembers."
"Isn’t that so? It’s obvious that your daughter is from a rich family. Is this your grandson? He’s really likable. He must be smart. Have you studied?"
Seeing Gu Yunshu nod, the person smiled even more happily. "You’re so obedient. You’ll definitely be the top scholar in the future."
As she spoke, she took two dishes and placed them in the basket that Tong Shuitao was carrying. "Take these dishes as congratulations on your family’s reunion. You can’t reject a joyous matter."
When Old Madam Yang heard this, she accepted it with a smile.
Of course, there were also those who could not stand it. They pursed their lips and said, "I say, Aunt Yang, I heard that your daughter was kidnapped by a fake Daoist priest back then, right? That’s a fake Daoist priest. Do you think she has long been... Hahaha, did she marry into a rich family? That’s impossible, right? That family is so improper and wants an unclear woman. However, being a concubine... Ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, the vendor who spoke was kicked over.
Tong Shuitao carried fish and meat in one hand and a vegetable basket in the other. She looked down at the rude stall owner and said, "Your mouth is so cheap. Do you want me to help you wash it? Is my lady someone you can say whatever you want about?"
"You, you brat, how dare you hit me? Do you know whose territory this is? If I call out, more than ten brothers can come over and kidnap you and sell you to a brothel. Do you believe me?"
"You can scream. If you have the ability, you can scream," Tong Shuitao said as she handed the basket and fish in her hand to Yang Liu. "Madam, please help me carry it first."
Yang Liu took it and reminded her, "Be careful. Don’t harm other vendors." She believed in Tong Shuitao’s skills.
"Of course." Tong Shuitao nodded seriously. Then, she tilted her neck and rubbed her wrist. She said to the stall owner, "Your mouth stinks. I’ll wash it for you."
Coincidentally, there was a bucket beside him that someone else used to wash vegetables.
When the vendor was shouting, Tong Shuitao suddenly went forward and grabbed his chin. She scooped a ladle of water from the gourd and poured it into his throat.
"Wu wu wu..." That person choked uncomfortably, but this woman was very strong. He actually couldn’t break free. He couldn’t even shake his head. His chin was in so much pain that it was almost dislocated.
The people around them all avoided him. They had never seen such a scene before, so they didn’t know what to say.
Some people wanted to stop her, but they did not dare to go forward and provoke the fierce Tong Shuitao.
Hence, they decided to persuade Old Madam Yang and Yang Liu.
However, when they turned around, where was she??
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