The men in the field worked until it was too dark to see the wheat, then they packed up their tools, marked their work points, and went home.
As soon as Eldest Xie got home, he sensed something was off.
As the head of the household, he still had to watch Lv Cuiping's mood. The moment he saw his wife with a cold face, he knew she had surely gotten into another argument.
The three sons were washing their faces by the well. From a distance, Xie Jian could hear Lv Cuiping's voice.
"Third! Come in!"
Hearing this, Xie Guo looked at his brother in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Qiang snorted.
"What else could it be? Your wife made mom angry again. If you ask me, you should just listen to me and give her a good beating. Beat her until she obeys; otherwise, mom will be driven to death by her sooner or later."
Xie Jian said nothing, threw on his still-damp coat, and strode into the house where Lv Cuiping and Eldest Xie were sitting on the kang bed.
The mother spoke abruptly.
