Chapter 65 – Climbing Through the Window! Why Are They All Pouring Out?

Don’t ask why they didn’t use the door—the door was locked by their mother.

Besides, he was already used to climbing through windows. In the Cultivation World, who even bothers with doors?

(Jiang Dai: Of course she locked the house—she put all the most precious things inside: rice, flour, meat… and her three little treasures!)

Juanjuan peeked through the crack of the door at her eldest brother, who was charging straight for the courtyard gate. Then she glanced at the wide-open window beside her, and finally looked up at her second brother, who had been left behind to watch over her.

Her eyes shone with urgency, pleading silently.

“Do we go through the window?”

Bai Yunxing, usually the steady and reliable one, suddenly spoke.

Juanjuan nodded hard. “Yes!”

“Alright.”

He took his little sister’s hand and carefully helped her climb over the window.

Thus, Jiang Dai—and everyone else—witnessed a most absurd sight.

Three small children bolted straight toward them, legs pumping like little arrows.

In the lead was Bai Family Goudan, charging like a cannonball exploding out of its barrel, his voice shaking the heavens: “Mama! Who bullied you?!”

Behind him came Bai Family Juanjuan, the only little daughter of the clan.

The tiny girl ran straight to Second Son’s Wife and began “defending” her mother with all her might, punching at with soft little fists. “You’re bad! You can’t bully my mama!”

From the crack of the door she hadn’t seen things too clearly.

But now, faced with the pitiful sight of her mother and third brother, she panicked instantly.

At the very end trailed Bai Family’s second son. Unlike the others, he was clutching half a broken brick in his hand.

Bai Yunxing was well aware—in a six-year-old’s grip, a knife would only be snatched away too easily. A brick, though… a brick could still smash!

Jiang Dai: !!!

Wait… weren’t these three kids locked inside the house?!

How the hell did they get out?!

Second Son’s Wife stared at the chaos that was the Bai household.

She shoved aside the tiny fists raining down on her. Juanjuan, only four years old, wasn’t pushed hard, yet still stumbled forward unsteadily.

She was just about to fall flat on her backside but a broad, solid hand supported her back.

Turning her head slightly, Juanjuan saw her father’s faintly furrowed brow.

So… it was Papa who caught her.

She blinked blankly, but then saw her father lower his head and mouth silently: Cry.

Juanjuan reacted quickly. She immediately burst into wails—though since she usually cried quietly on her own, letting it all out loud felt awkward at first.

But soon enough, she remembered the way Dachui Brother had faked a cry before. Imitating him, she began the “raindrops small, thunder loud” style of performance-crying, even ramping up the volume bit by bit with practiced exaggeration.

The sound of a child sobbing their heart out was enough to tear at anyone’s soul, and the villagers all felt their hearts clench.

People—especially the slightly older ones—always want to side with a crying child, to play the good guy.

Compassion for the weak was simply human nature.

“How could you push a child?!”

“Aren’t you Bai Tian’s second brother’s wife? Blood is blood—family stays tied even after splitting the household. How can you stand by while they’re in trouble?”

“I say they only came because they thought the Bai family struck it rich—came sniffing around hoping to grab a piece. Turns out there’s no money here at all.”

“Shameless! Living well, they try to sponge off you. Living poorly, they still bully you. And now they want to walk away like nothing happened?”

As the murmurs of discontent spread among the villagers, Second Son’s Wife’s temper snapped. She rolled up her sleeves, spat on the ground, and pointed at the neighbors, launching into a foul tirade:

“When your relatives get rich, you’re faster than anyone to curry favor with them! Do you think you’re all such good people?!”

“They’re standing here bawling now, but just wait till they start pestering you for money—you’ll regret it then!”

“You think this family are saints? Hah! They’re nothing but your village’s filthy scoundrels!”

“All of them bawling and whining—good thing we split with them years ago! Let’s go!”

With her head held high, she turned to leave, not wanting to stay and soak up the bad luck of being tied to this disgrace.

But a few of the older village women couldn’t hold back anymore.

Everyone liked clinging to prosperous relatives, true—but no one wanted to be called out on it so blatantly. That, they would not stand for.

So they fired back with their own scolding.

Neither side would give way. Words turned harsher, tempers flared hotter, shouts rose louder—until Second Son’s Wife and the village aunties were clawing at each other like wildcats.

The Bai household could only gape in shock.

Even Juanjuan, who had just gotten into the rhythm of her dramatic crying fit, slowly faltered, her cries shrinking to silence as she stared at the spectacle of aunts shrieking and tearing at each other.

Jiang Dai whispered under his breath: “Tell me… are these Terrible Relatives actually stupid?”

Picking a fight in someone else’s village—now that took guts.

Bai Tian muttered back: “That’s how Second Sister-in-law is. Short fuse. Loves to save face. Once the heat rises, she can’t stop, won’t stop—it’s impossible.”

Jiang Dai twitched at the corner of her lips, then silently gave him a thumbs-up.

【Honestly, I don’t even need to fan the flames. With the way Second Sister-in-law is carrying on, it’s uncertain if she’ll manage to leave Niantao Village in one piece at all!】

【Oh boy. My transmigration really isn’t like anyone else’s. Even the Terrible Relatives are on another level—these ones can’t withstand a single hit!】

Juanjuan said nothing. She just kept cowering closer to her father, deeply afraid of being swept up in the madness.

It was far too terrifying.

…

Songtao Village.

Old Madam Bai had just finished steaming a stack of coarse-grain flatbreads. From time to time, she lifted her head to glance toward the courtyard gate.

She wondered whether that sharp-tongued second daughter-in-law of hers would manage to squeeze some silver out of Old Sixth’s household.

Everyone in the neighboring villages had seen it yesterday—two grand horse-drawn carriages stopping right in front of Old Sixth’s home.

And what’s more, a distinguished-looking noble had personally brought gifts to him!

This morning, the old women of the village had already teased her, saying that even if Old Sixth struck it rich, it had nothing to do with the Bai Family anymore.

After all, hadn’t Old Sixth been split from the family long ago, kicked out with nothing?

That Old Sixth of the Bai family, Bai Tian…

The village matrons loved to fuel the gossip.

Since there were now carriages coming for Bai Tian, they said this was clearly a sign that Bai Tian was about to rise to fortune. Talk stirred of how, though he had been cast out nearly penniless when the family split, he still managed to marry, build his own house, and even raise children.

The village ladies said, “That Bai Tian boy—always so obedient and filial since childhood. You could tell he was born with blessings. He’s destined for wealth.”

Old Madam Bai had snorted, “Wealth? Him? Nonsense!”

Yet after returning home and brooding over those words, the more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Perhaps her old sisters weren’t just speaking idly after all.

That was why she had sent her second daughter-in-law today to sniff out the situation.

If Bai Tian truly had struck it rich… so what if he had been separated from the family?

Blood runs thicker than water after all.

Bai Tian should still be lending his family a helping hand!

But as Old Madam Bai kept staring at the gate, no news came.

By rights, whether Bai Tian’s household was prospering or not, the second’s family should have come back by now.

Just as confusion started simmering in her chest, she suddenly saw an old sister-in-law from the same village running toward her in a fluster.

“Shengcai’s Wife, quick, go to the village entrance! Your second son’s wife has run into trouble!”

Old Madam Bai’s heart lurched, and she hurried off toward the village entrance, the fourth son’s family rushing alongside her.

When they reached the boundary between Songtao Village and Niantao Village, Old Madam Bai finally caught sight of her second daughter-in-law—cheeks bruised, face bearing fresh welts.

What on earth? Wasn’t she just going to see how things were at Old Sixth’s house? How had she ended up beaten black and blue?

Could it be that scoundrel Bai Tian who had laid hands on her?

But no—the people of Niantao Village were standing there with her, looking grim, clearly demanding an explanation.

In short order, Old Madam Bai understood what had actually happened.

She nearly fainted from sheer rage at her second daughter-in-law.

If not for the fourth son’s wife stepping in to smooth things over, groveling with a smile and making amends, the quarrel might not have ended there.