blogombal Chapter 517 The Saleswoman's Alcoholic Husband
Chapter 517 The Saleswoman's Alcoholic Husband
Lu Yao was inspecting the bolt of an air rifle when he heard this, and paused for a moment before answering.
The elderly salesman, who was checking out shotgun ammunition nearby, chuckled and chimed in:
"Xiao Song, are you going to play matchmaker again?"
"Go away, I'm just concerned about the personal matters of my revolutionary comrades!"
Song Yuzhen blushed slightly, scolded him playfully, and then turned to Lu Yao:
"I think you're a really good young man. My cousin is about your age, and both her parents are city workers..."
Before she could finish speaking, the heavy cotton curtain of the supply and marketing cooperative was slammed open with a loud bang, and a cold wind rushed in, along with a strong, pungent smell of cheap liquor.
A man staggered in, his cotton hat askew, his cheeks red from the cold, his eyelids swollen, and his mouth drooping.
The experienced sales clerk glanced at the scene, said hello, and then went to the side.
Everyone recognized him as Song Yuzhen's husband, Liu Laosan.
Song Yuzhen's smile froze instantly, and her hand instinctively gripped the edge of the counter.
"Yuzhen! Give me some money! I'm treating Hu Laoba to drinks tonight."
Liu Laosan, his tongue slurring and his cloudy eyes scanning the room, rushed straight to Song Yuzhen, his palm outstretched, almost poking her face.
"No!" Song Yuzhen shrank back, her voice trembling. "You've already emptied my salary this month, where would I get any money!"
"Bullshit! Your supply and marketing cooperative can't possibly be short of money? Hurry up, we'll lend you some!"
Liu Laosan roared and reached out to grab Song Yuzhen's arm with great force, causing her to stumble and hit her waist against the corner of the counter, making her cry out in pain.
Two male sales clerks nearby quickly came over and pulled him away:
"Third brother, let's talk this out. This is our workplace..."
"Get out of my way! It's none of your business how I manage my own wife!"
Liu Laosan swung his arm and shook off the person who was pulling him.
The other male sales clerk was older and was pushed back several steps, his back hitting the shelf with a clattering sound.
Song Yuzhen was being held by the arm by him, feeling both ashamed and anxious, and desperately tried to break free:
"Liu Laosan! Let go! I really have no money! I had to borrow money to buy clothes for the kids before the New Year..."
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap interrupted her.
Song Yuzhen's head was knocked to one side, and a red mark quickly appeared on her face.
She covered her face blankly, tears finally rolling down her cheeks, but she stopped crying and just lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Several customers and sales staff nearby were stunned, angry but dared not speak out.
These days, if a man beats his own wife, it's not something outsiders can easily interfere with.
Especially a reckless drunkard like Liu Laosan.
If a man comes to break up the fight, it's possible he's a scoundrel who's taken a liking to his wife.
Liu Laosan slapped him once, but he still seemed unsatisfied, cursing under his breath while raising his other hand.
The hand didn't land. A hand like an iron clamp gripped his wrist.
Lu Yao's face remained expressionless, his eyes calm, but his gaze was sharp as a knife.
"Let go."
Liu Laosan struggled for a moment but couldn't break free. He sobered up a bit and glared at Lu Yao:
"Who the hell are you? Mind your own business!"
Lu Yao didn't answer, but increased the pressure on his hand.
Liu Laosan felt a numbness in his wrist and involuntarily loosened his grip on Song Yuzhen's hand.
Song Yuzhen quickly hid to the side, covered her face, and looked at them in horror.
"Let's talk outside."
With a pull from Lu Yao, Liu Laosan was dragged staggering toward the door.
He tried to resist, but the strength of the hand gripping him was beyond his ability to resist.
Lu Yao blocked his arm with his arm, twisted it behind his back, and pinned his arm behind his back.
"Ouch! That hurts! Let go! Damn it..."
Liu Laosan grimaced in pain and cursed under his breath.
The two arrived at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.
People in the supply and marketing cooperative crowded to the door and windows to look outside.
Lu Yao loosened his grip on Liu Laosan's arm and kicked him in the back of the knee.
Liu Laosan knelt down on the frozen ground with a "plop".
He was quite badly hurt by the fall, and he sobered up to about 70-80% of the time. He was both shocked and angry, and tried to get up.
Lu Yao kicked him again, sending him tumbling head over heels.
Just as she remembered, Lu Yao kicked her to the ground again.
A grown man in his thirties was kicked around like a football by Lu Yao in the street and couldn't get up at all.
Finally, exhausted and panting heavily, he simply lay down on the ground and refused to get up.
Lu Yao continued to kick him.
They didn't care about heads or butts, kicking them loudly with a "bang, bang."
Yuan Shumei felt strange watching Lu Yao beat up the drunkard from inside the car.
However, he didn't care, because he knew Lu Yao's fighting strength.
Not to mention this drunkard's skinny physique, even big men like Seven Old Cats and Two Flatheads would be easily beaten by Lu Yao.
So Yuan Shumei wasn't worried at all; she was just curious how this drunkard had offended Lu Yao.
He didn't get out of the car, but just sat there watching.
Lu Yao will naturally tell me when he returns in a while.
Yuan Shumei seemed to be used to the scene that left the people in the supply and marketing cooperative dumbfounded.
At this moment, Song Yuzhen rushed out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Her hair was a little disheveled, and the tear stains on her face hadn't been wiped away.
She rushed to Liu Laosan's side to shield him, pleading with a sob in her voice:
"Company Commander Lu! Company Commander Lu! Please...please stop hitting him! He knows he was wrong, please, let him go!"
Lu Yao couldn't help but sigh; women in this era were used to being submissive and accepting their fate.
Some people suffer domestic violence their whole lives but never mention the word "divorce".
Such families are not uncommon at this time.
Seeing Song Yuzhen's pitiful state, Lu Yao had no choice but to give up.
After all, it was her husband lying on the ground; she could only manage him for a while, not forever.
Lu Yao stood in front of Liu Laosan and lectured him:
"Sober up here. Hitting a woman, what kind of skill is that?"
Liu Laosan felt inexplicably uneasy under that gaze.
But unable to save face in front of everyone, he shouted defiantly but inwardly weakly:
"I can beat my own wife, and it's none of Heaven's business! You little brat..."
Lu Yao pushed Song Yuzhen away, took half a step forward, squatted down, and grabbed Liu Laosan by the neck:
"If you lay a finger on Comrade Song again, I'll arrest you and send you to the cowshed on the grounds of disrupting the families of revolutionary masses and affecting socialist construction. I don't believe I can't deal with a drunkard like you."
Liu Laosan was being choked and couldn't breathe, as if he was on the verge of death.
Only then did he notice the Mauser pistol that Lu Yao was carrying across his shoulder.
This kid has quite a background.
Maybe they're from some command post.
Those who can carry pistols are all cadres!
Unable to hold Lu Yao back, Song Yuzhen hurriedly tried to pull Liu Laosan's arm, her voice trembling:
"Third brother, tell me, tell me quickly! You'll never hit me again, please tell me!"
Liu Laosan's face turned pale and then red as he looked at his wife's pathetic state, crying with snot and tears, and then at Lu Yao's cold expression in front of him.
I know that if I keep arguing, I'll get beaten up.
He could only manage to squeeze out a few words through his throat:
"...I'm not playing anymore."
Song Yuzhen, as if she had received a pardon, quickly said to Lu Yao:
"Company Commander Lu, he promised, he promised! Please forgive him..."
Lu Yao said to Song Yuzhen, "Sister Song, you go back to your room first. I'll chat with him for a bit more."
Song Yuzhen was now a little afraid of Lu Yao, and went back into the house with many turns back.