Smack...
Yuan Chun slapped him away, pointed at him, and cursed, "You lazy, greedy good-for-nothing, can't do anything right except eat, and you're the best at that! If you put as much effort into work as you do eating, our family wouldn't be living such a hard life. And you dare be fierce to your brother! If it weren't for the second son's diligent family, relying only on you and that lazy wife of yours, Du Jincui, we'd have starved long ago."
Seeing his face darken with an angry glare and a stance as if he wanted to hit her, Yuan Chun kicked at him, "What, you want to hit your mother?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Geng Dazhuang clenched his fists and lowered his head in anger.
Yuan Chun slapped him again, "Hurry up and pull the cart, you haven't touched it once the entire way, but eating you're eager."
Geng Dazhuang turned and walked towards Dalin.
When taking the rope of the cart, he glared resentfully at Dalin and gritted his teeth, "Seeing me get beaten, are you happy?"
