novelhk Chapter 141 Who is God?
Chapter 141 Who is God?
Listening to her unreasonable arguments, Bao Ya wasn't angry at all, and continued to reason with her in a gentle voice:
"Auntie, this isn't about being stingy. You should return what you borrowed. Why are you trying to renege on your promise now?"
"So what if I'm being unreasonable? What can you do to an old woman like me? Even if you borrowed it before, maybe you lost it yourself and then blamed it on me! Don't bother me here, just leave!"
As she spoke, Grandma Zhang stood up and tried to push Bao Ya, but Bao Ya dodged her.
Grandma Zhang's voice grew louder and louder, attracting the attention of the surrounding family members.
People watched as they whispered among themselves, occasionally pointing and commenting on Old Mrs. Zhang.
"Aunt Zhang, whether you borrowed it or not, we'll know if we go to your house and see. My sister-in-law told me that you borrowed more than just one clay pot from my house."
Bao Ya calmly and unhurriedly argued with the old lady. Anyone who knew her well would know from this scene that she was just being idle.
When Bao Ya said she wanted to go to her house to take a look, Old Mrs. Zhang became uneasy. Could her house be looked at? If they looked around, more than half of the household items would be gone.
"What are you looking at? What right do you have to come to my house and look around? I think you're just looking for trouble."
Bao Ya raised an eyebrow; she had guessed correctly. She'd keep trying.
"Aunt Zhang, if you borrow something from someone, you should return it after you've used it. You always borrow and never return it, so no one dares to lend you anything anymore."
"That's right, Aunt Zhang. By doing this, you've ruined Deputy Battalion Commander Zhang's reputation. Now no one dares to introduce your son to anyone."
"Of course, what girl wouldn't be scared if she saw you like that..."
"Yes, you still haven't returned the kitchen knife you borrowed from my house last year. You're so inconsiderate."
"I haven't returned my rolling pin either..."
The women in the neighborhood couldn't help but chime in. Everyone who encountered this old lady felt aggrieved, unable to get their belongings back and getting themselves into trouble.
"You, you..."
Old Mrs. Zhang's finger trembled as she pointed at the crowd, her face filled with grief and indignation, as if she were looking at a group of unfaithful men.
"Oh God, why don't you open your eyes and take these heartless bastards away! They've ganged up on me, trying to drive this old woman to her death! I can't live anymore..."
Seeing that no one was speaking up for her, Old Mrs. Zhang slapped her thigh, sat down on the ground, and started wailing.
The women around her exchanged bewildered glances. Here she goes again. This trick never fails; she always manages to fool them.
While the old lady was crying, she would glance at everyone out of the corner of her eye, intentionally or unintentionally.
Lin Baoya crossed her arms and watched her perform, wondering if she could put on a spectacular show.
It was rush hour, and the crowd grew larger and larger. Everyone was talking about it.
"Xiao Lin, how about we just let this go today? Making a scene like this is just not right."
"You're definitely not getting your clay pot back. They might even try to extort money from you later."
One of her sisters-in-law leaned closer and whispered something to her, and the other sister-in-law chimed in.
"Yes, yes, why are you, a young woman, arguing with an old lady?"
Lin Baoya ignored what the people around her were saying. As she watched Director Wen approach from afar, she secretly curled the corners of her mouth.
With all his might, he shouted at the old woman:
"Aunt Zhang! Who is the Heavenly Emperor? What is his name and where does he live?"
And which class does he belong to? Is he a worker, a peasant, or a capitalist?
Does he believe in communism or some other ideology? Why do you admire him so much?
"A great man led us to liberation. In your heart, is he more powerful than a great man?"
Lin Baoya unleashed a torrent of words, and the people around her immediately fell silent.
Grandma Zhang's wailing stopped abruptly. Like a rooster with its neck caught in its throat, she opened her mouth wide and stared at Lin Baoya in astonishment.
Even though she lacked knowledge, she understood what Lin Baoya was talking about.
How could that little bitch be so vicious, bullying an old woman like me who's never been to school? I just wanted to extort something from her, and she actually wanted my life—no, her whole family's life.
"Director Wen has left work."
Someone called out from behind, and Grandma Zhang scrambled to her feet and ran back to her house, locking the door from the inside.
Bao Ya wasn't about to let her off so easily, and immediately followed and knocked on the door.
"Aunt Zhang, you haven't returned my clay pot yet. Aunt Zhang, why are you running away? You can't do this..."
"Bao Ya, what are you doing?"
Director Wen frowned as he looked at the troublemaker before him, a chill running down his spine. The information in the file was a bit conservative.
"Director Wen, I'd like to discuss religious matters with Aunt Wang, is that alright, ladies?"
The military wives around them looked at each other, none of them daring to respond.
"I'm cooking at home, I have to go back."
"Me too……"
"Yeah, yeah, I need to hurry back too."
……
In no time, everyone scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only Director Wen and Lin Baoya at the Zhang family's door.
Director Wen looked at everyone's anxious and flustered state, then glanced at the Zhang family's tightly closed gate. The usually invincible Old Mrs. Zhang was hiding at home, too afraid to come out. His face twitched. Damn it, there really is someone who can subdue another.
Lin Baoya watched the military wives leave, then turned to look at Director Wen and shrugged innocently.
"It's alright now."
Director Wen rubbed his forehead, waved his hand weakly, and told her to go home.
Bao Ya smiled and picked up the vegetables that Grandma Zhang had picked from the ground to take home, so as not to waste them.
Grandma Zhang has run away and hasn't returned the things she took from their house, but it doesn't matter, Bao Ya believes the Zhang family will return them themselves.
Starting the next morning, Lin Baoya went to the Zhang family's house to knock on the door.
"Aunt Zhang, open the door! Don't hide inside and refuse to come out. I know you're home. If you're so capable, cause trouble. If you're not, open the door!"
Aunt Zhang, open the door! Don't hide inside and refuse to come out. I know you're home. If you're so capable, cause trouble; if not, open the door!
She couldn't stop watching that bizarre video, and she never thought she'd actually use it one day. It was so satisfying.
After that, Bao Ya would knock on the door every time she passed by. She would also hide nearby and play hide-and-seek with the old lady, scaring the old lady so much that she stayed at home and dared not come out.
Bao Ya originally thought that the Zhang family would eventually give up and return the casserole themselves, but she didn't expect that the old lady was so stubborn. Even after Deputy Battalion Commander Zhang went to the regimental headquarters to report her, she still didn't return the casserole.
It is said that the old lady Zhang was so frightened that she dared not go out during the day, and accidentally stepped into the latrine when she went to the toilet in the middle of the night.
"Baoya, don't take it to heart. Aunt Zhang is just like that, she's not a bad person. Just say something nice to her later."
Jiang Tao already knew that Deputy Battalion Commander Zhang had gone to the regimental headquarters to complain. Ever since Bao Ya came in, he had been observing her expression, worried that she might be upset about it. However, he felt that Bao Ya was not only not unhappy, but also somewhat eager to try.
His sister-in-law was different from others in her thinking; she always did unexpected things, which made him uneasy.