Yang Zhiqiang looked at his wife, still as slovenly as ever, and the house was still cluttered.
Suddenly, he exploded. He grabbed the door bolt and started beating mercilessly.
Zhou Minli was terrified. Shouting, "Zhiqiang, why are you hitting me?"
"Get out of here, go get the money you secretly gave your parents back for me. I know how much I've earned, how much was distributed in the village, now go find it all for me, and compensate for the missing amount."
Zhou Minli was scared now. But seeing Yang Zhiqiang's red eyes, she didn't dare. So she reluctantly went to find the money. Because she was slow, she was hit twice.
The money was found, only a little over two hundred. "Just this much?"
Zhou Minli hung her head and said nothing.
Yang Zhiqiang counted once, short by over three hundred.
The beating got even harsher now. "Zhou Minli, if you don't get back the three hundred plus, we're done. You're a thief in the house. Now go get it for me."
