Transmigrating into a peasant family to fight against the best, leading my parents to earn gold and

Chapter 344: Killing in the Street

Upon hearing that someone had reported it to the authorities, the man's hand holding the thick wooden stick paused slightly, and he instantly became furious.

"Damn it, which idiot dares to report this to the authorities? If I find out, I'll beat him to death!"

His eyes were vicious as he glared at the onlookers as if he wanted to devour them.

The children who were with the adults were so frightened by him that they burst into tears.

"Mom, he's too fierce, let's not watch anymore, let's go, boohoo..."

"Dad, that aunt who was beaten is so pitiful, let's help her."

"Oh dear, kid, don't be nosy. That's their family matter, what right do we have to interfere?"

Because the child suggested helping the woman, some people began to criticize the man who abused his wife and plead for the woman.

"Stop betting. If you lose money, blame it on your bad luck. How can you blame your wife?"

"Yeah, if you beat someone up badly, see who will do your laundry and cook for you."

Lin Xiaotang stepped forward, her eyes cold and her expression firm, and said, word by word, "There are countless good men in the world, some of whom are unparalleled in wisdom and courage, and others who are down-to-earth and capable. Most of them are devoted to their wives. They are the best in the world and deserve the title of 'gentleman'."

You're a compulsive gambler. Losing money is your own bad luck, a consequence of your actions. Instead of blaming yourself for your poor hand, you vent all your anger on your wife. You're trying to distract yourself from your guilt, regret, and torment. Blaming your wife makes you feel better, doesn't it?"

The man glared at Lin Xiaotang and gritted his teeth, saying, "You damned bitch, she's my wife. I can hit her if I want, what's it to you?"

Seeing that the man had stopped hitting his wife with the stick, Lin Xiaotang sneered, "Of course it has something to do with me!"

The man sneered, "Hmph, mind your own business!"

“We are both women. Today, I saw her being violently beaten by a man on the street, and I could not stand idly by. Women are born weaker than men and cannot do as much work as men. They cannot do the work of ten men, but women have never been appendages of men.”

Everyone knows that men plow the fields and women weave. Men do heavy work in the fields, while women stay at home weave cloth and wash clothes. They are filial to their parents-in-law and raise their children. The daily meals, mending clothes and bedding, and keeping the house clean and bright are all thanks to women.

"If there were no women, who would bear your children, who would cook you a hot meal, who would care for your elders, and who would allow you to go out and earn money without worries?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.

Yes, although women can't do heavy physical labor, they're not idle at home either.

Men only do one thing: earn money. Women, on the other hand, do many different kinds of work: washing clothes, cooking, making tea and pouring water, washing clothes and sewing quilts, feeding chickens and ducks, cleaning the yard, and even social interactions are handled by women.

Upon hearing this, the women seemed to have a sudden realization, as if their meridians had been opened. They immediately understood that the poor woman who had been beaten was perhaps the future of them.

Most men in the world think that women are weak and useless, and that after women give birth to their children, they can only be obedient, submissive, and suffer beatings and abuse!

Little did they know that women are simply tamed from a young age, seeing their fathers have the final say at home and their mothers suffer beatings and mistreatment. They then do the same thing themselves, passing it down from generation to generation, and losing their own judgment.

One woman immediately exclaimed, “Yes, this young girl is right. We women are no less capable than men. If we didn’t stay home to take care of our parents-in-law, raise our children, and support the family, how could men feel at ease working outside?”

"That's right. If there's an elderly person in the family who is bedridden and there's no woman to take care of the household chores, then the man has to stay home and serve them at their bedside. How can he be at ease going out to earn money?"

Those who earn money and whose lives get better and better, which of them doesn't have a virtuous wife silently supporting them from behind?

"That's right, we women are no less than men, and men have no right to beat or scold us at will!"

"That heartless scoundrel who lost his money actually has the nerve to blame his bad luck on his wife. He's utterly shameless!"

"Pah, you wretched thing!"

“Let’s all drive him away! The young lady is right. We are all women, and we must speak up for each other when we encounter injustice. If we stand by and watch today, his today will be our tomorrow. We cannot encourage men’s arrogance!”

"Yes, get rid of him!"

Women and girls stepped forward one after another. Everyone realized in time that if a little girl dared to speak out against injustice, they, as adults, certainly could not lose to a little girl.

So everyone shielded Lin Xiaotang behind them and surrounded the man who had hit his wife.

Some women carrying vegetable baskets glanced down at the vegetables in their baskets, hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and threw the vegetables at the men who were abusing their wives.

Countless green vegetable leaves, bamboo shoots, and eggs were smashed onto the man's head, face, and body.

The egg smashed on his head and face, cracking instantly, and the yolk inside gushed out, mixing with vegetable leaves—it was quite comical.

The man was filthy, instantly looking like a beggar.

At first, everyone was worried and afraid, and dared not smash hard. But after seeing that the women and girls present were united in their hatred of the enemy, everyone stopped worrying.

The man's face was covered in egg yolk, so sticky that he couldn't open his eyes.

Everyone felt very satisfied smashing things, and someone even threw an empty basket at the man, making him howl in pain.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Xiaotang squeezed through the crowd and helped the woman who was covered in bruises on the ground to her feet.

Although Liu Cai'er supported her niece in helping the woman, she was worried about Xiao Tang's safety, after all, that man was a vicious person who would even beat his bedmate to death when he got ruthless.

These women attacked him en masse. If the man reacted and became aggressive towards Xiaotang, it would be troublesome.

So she immediately stepped forward and helped Xiaotang lift the woman up, away from the woman's husband.

They had just helped the woman take two steps, and hadn't gone far, when the man, dodging vegetable leaves, turned his head and saw his wife being helped by Lin Xiaotang and Liu Cai'er. He immediately became furious.

"You little brat, it's all your fault! You're the one who got me smashed like this! You brought this on yourself! I'll beat you to death today too!"

After saying that, he wiped the egg liquid off his face, grabbed the stick, and chased after her in one stride, swinging the stick to hit Lin Xiaotang.

Just as the stick was about to land on Lin Xiaotang's back, everyone gasped and shouted, "Little girl, hurry..."

"Run!"

Lin Xiaotang and Liu Shi turned around together and saw the stick falling towards Lin Xiaotang. They were so frightened that they forgot to run.

However, the stick was stopped just one centimeter away from Lin Xiaotang and kicked away, smashing against the wall.