When Old Cao and his family entered the yard with hoes and sticks, Zhuangzi's mother had already defeated Sun.
Sun sat in the corner of the yard, crying non-stop. Her clothes were torn, and her meticulously done hair had turned into a bird's nest, hanging messily over her head, her face, her hands, all covered with wounds of varying sizes.
Zhuangzi's mother, with a face full of pride, declared her victory, "Smelly woman, there's no one in Dahuo Village who can match old me. Remember this, you heartless ones, sooner or later you'll suffer retribution, together with that lazy Mu Zhenzhen."
"Zhuangzi's mother, what's going on here? Why did you beat up my wife?"
Seeing his wife beaten like this, Old Cao's first instinct was to demand answers from Zhuangzi's mother.
Zhuangzi's mother, unyielding, put her hands on her hips, "Why are you asking me? You know full well the good deeds you've been up to."
