Crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang oneself were Mother Qi's usual dramatic tactics, and she was true to form now, slapping her thighs while wailing loudly—a real spectacle.
In the countryside, there was never any shortage of people keen to watch the excitement. At the sound of weeping and wailing, they all hurried over, claiming to break up the fight, but really, they just wanted to see the commotion.
"Talk it out nicely, what's there to quarrel about?" Someone went to grab the pole from Father Qi's hands.
"You hit me, go on, hit me! Kill me, I don't want to live anymore." Mother Qi, seeing someone coming to mediate, became even more fearless.
"Don't think I won't dare to. You just cannot enter the house today," Father Qi said with glaring eyes: "You troublemaker, you've disrupted a perfectly fine home. Go away, to the old house, you're not allowed in the Qi home."
