Chapter Three: Eradicating the Four Pests

Wang Hongbing had two daughters and one son. Both daughters resembled him greatly, but his son, San Datou, looked strikingly like Chen Facai. The village was rife with gossip, claiming San Datou was Chen Facai’s child, though Chen Facai vehemently denied it.

By nature suspicious, the more Facai denied, the more Wang Hongbing grew convinced something was amiss. Often, he would hold San Datou, staring at him in the mirror repeatedly. The more he looked, the more he saw Chen Facai’s features, fueling his growing anger. He believed the discord in his marriage was Chen Facai’s doing, a form of revenge against the Wang family.

Wang’s wife, Han Xiuxia, was blunt and outspoken, never shying away from using coarse language. She dared to say things many men wouldn’t utter. During arguments with her in-laws, she often cursed loudly. Whenever Wang Hongbing punished her, she would flee to Chen Facai’s house seeking refuge, which only infuriated Wang further.

In the village, Wang Hongbing was considered educated. Every Spring Festival, households would come to him for couplets. Anyone needing letters or documents written would seek his help, and he was always eager to assist, earning him a good reputation locally.

However, Wang Hongbing was extremely concerned with his reputation. If anyone mentioned that San Datou resembled Chen Facai, he would become irate. He knew the village was abuzz with rumors that his wife had long been involved with Chen Facai, which was a deep embarrassment for him.

Although he often beat and scolded his wife, accusing her of infidelity, he publicly claimed it was because she insulted his parents. Wang Hongbing was almost certain that San Datou was Chen Facai’s son but refused to admit it. A man as shrewd, capable, and handsome as he was could never be bested by an enemy with Chen Facai’s rough appearance, nor could he allow the Wang family’s honor to be tarnished.

Chen Facai was furious at Wang Hongbing’s provocations. He wanted to clarify the situation with his wife but ended up being interrogated by her instead. Yet, feeling innocent, he did not dwell on it.

That night, Facai held his wife close, yearning to learn what had transpired between her and Wang Hongbing.

“Caiyun, what exactly happened today?” Facai asked.

“Nothing, just a joke,” Caiyun replied, unwilling to elaborate.

“If nothing was wrong, why did you slap him?”

“He was talking nonsense and deserved it.”

“I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

“Really, there’s nothing. You’re overthinking.”

Facai pushed her away angrily. “Do you think I’m stupid? You were so furious your face changed color. If nothing was going on between you two, why would you slap him and he not get mad?”

“He was setting a trap to get back at me,” Caiyun reluctantly said.

“Why would he want revenge?”

“He tried to take advantage of me but failed and ended up with a black eye.” Under Facai’s persistent questioning, Caiyun reluctantly shared some basic details.

“What did he do to you?”

“Not much, just said some nasty things like today.”

“You said he ended up with a black eye—what does that mean?”

Caiyun realized she had let something slip but was prepared. “He groped me, so I pushed him hard, and he hit his head on the bed frame, swelling a big bump that took days to heal.”

“Serves him right! Stay away from him from now on,” Facai said angrily.

“You’ve been away for so many days. Don’t you miss me and the kids?”

“How could I not? Such a beautiful wife—I’m dying to hold you in my arms every night.”

“Why is the construction site so busy that they won’t allow you leave, even when your wife’s in labor?”

“If you saw the site, you’d understand. Everyone’s working hard, competing to catch up with the schedule—no one wants to fall behind.”

“I heard there are workers there with their shirts off?”

“Exactly! Red flags everywhere, loud labor chants, and despite the freezing weather, they sweat working bare-chested.”

“I love scenes like that—it stirs the soul and fires the blood.”

“The only regret is not being able to sleep holding my beloved wife at night.”

“That’s better—you wouldn’t get any rest anyway.”

“Tonight, I’ll make up for it all.” Facai began to grow wild again.

“You’re so annoying—I’m not prepared.”

“I’ve been ready for a long time.”

Facai was like this—when the mood struck, he disregarded Caiyun’s feelings and acted on impulse.

Possibly pent-up for too long, he was reckless and ended up kicking Yucui off the bed, frightening her into tears. Caiyun hurried to pick her up. At that moment, Yulan was also crying. Caiyun asked what was wrong, but Yulan said nothing, just wept.

On closer inspection, Caiyun saw several bright red scratch marks on Yulan’s body, some bleeding. Facai realized his toenails were too long and had scratched the child. He quickly comforted Yulan, promising to cut his nails immediately.

Six people sharing one bed was extremely cramped. When Facai was away, Caiyun slept with Dog Egg and Yucui on one side, while Yuqiang and Yulan shared the other. After Facai returned, Yucui had to squeeze in with her older siblings.

Facai thought that after autumn, they would sell the two pigs, renovate the house, buy some lumber, and have Fafu build a bed so he could sleep separately from the children.

Returning from the county town, Fafu bought a flashlight. Qingying had just received it and barely had time to admire it before Yulan snatched it away.

“Auntie, what’s this?” Yulan held it, turning it over and over.

Qingying said, “I haven’t seen one before either. Ask your uncle.”

“It’s called a flashlight,” Fafu explained.

“What’s it for?” Yulan asked curiously.

“For lighting at night. See this switch? Push it up, and it lights up.” Fafu took the flashlight back and demonstrated.

“So fun! Let me play with it for a while.” Yulan snatched it again and darted away.

“Why did you buy this?” Qingying asked.

“Because when I work as a carpenter outside, I often drink and come home late. This makes things easier.”

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