Madam, please give me some advice

Chapter 162 At worst, I can hit you a little lighter next time...

The children who were crying loudly saw their mother finally stop beating them, and they hurried over to look at their father. They saw that they closed their eyes and did not speak.

I thought they were all dead, and I burst into tears...

Seeing this, the attacker picked up a stick and started hitting the kids, cursing at them;

"Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying? My family is going to be driven into poverty because of you bitches crying.

What's the point of having a handle? You just cry when you get into trouble, wasting my food."

"what......"

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, please stop hitting me."

"Mom, it hurts so much..."

"Wow, woo, woo, woo, stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I won't cry anymore."

The 9-year-old boy hugged the attacker's legs and said, "Mom, I won't cry anymore. We won't cry anymore. Please, save daddy and the others."

"Why save him? If I don't save him, it would be best if he died. Then I can marry a few more people."

The 6-year-old girl pointed at the three people who had passed out and cried, "Mom... Dad, they're dead, dead."

The attacker spoke to the girl a little better: "Don't worry about it, just go home."

"But, but my daddy and the others are still lying there, mom, please, please save daddy and the others!"

"If they're dead, they're dead. What's the point of keeping useless people around? It's a waste of food."

The 7-year-old boy said with tears streaming down his face;

"No, no, Daddy and the others eat very little. Daddy and the others are embroidering, they are making money, they don't waste food."

"The little money I earn is not even enough for me to drink! What's the point?"

"mother......"

"Snapped..."

The woman slapped the boy in the face and said, "Shut up. When will it be your turn to be the boss at home? If anyone dares to beg for mercy again, I will sell him out."

Hearing this, the children were too frightened to beg for mercy, but they couldn't bear to watch their father die like this.

The children looked at the people around them. Most of them were just watching the show with indifferent expressions. Only one person had a frown on his face.

After discussing for a while, they crawled towards Ji Xingle, "Lady, please, please, save my father and the others!"

Seeing this, Ji Xingle took a step back, and then sidestepped their kneeling, and said in a cold voice;

"Stop, I'm not here to save anyone. You're the ones blocking my way. Please make way quickly and don't waste my time."

When the beater saw his own child asking others for help, he felt that he had lost face and was about to hit them again with the stick in his hand.

This time, when she was about to hit someone, Ji Xingle quickly snatched the stick and broke the long stick, which was as thick as an arm, in front of her.

He looked at her with sharp eyes and said coldly, "I said you are blocking the road, are you deaf?"

The attacker felt that her dignity as a woman was violated because her stick was snatched away, and was about to get angry, but she saw Ji Xingle easily break the stick.

He immediately stopped being so rude, blushed, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away."

After saying this, the attacker was about to leave empty-handed. Seeing this, Ji Xingle said, "Take him away. Who would be annoyed by leaving him on the street in such a cold weather?"

"Yes Yes Yes......"

The attacker bullies the weak and fears the strong. No matter what Ji Xingle said, he dared not say anything. When he saw the two husbands still kneeling, he cursed them directly;

"Why are you still kneeling there? Why don't you come and help? You are useless. All you do is eat and eat. You can't do anything right."

The two knelt for a long time. Because it was cold, they had little food to eat and wore little clothes. The man who was beaten yelled and he was shocked and fainted...

......

The attacker looked at Ji Xingle awkwardly, "This..."

Ji Xingle said something that didn't make any sense; "They all gave birth to children for you, right?"

The attacker was puzzled, but still replied, "Yes, I have given birth to children before."

"Please spare their lives! They have done you no wrong. Look at their body shapes. How much of your food can they eat?"

"Even if you raise an animal, you will develop feelings for it after a while, right? What's more, this is a person who has gone through life and death and given birth to your child."

"Also, even if it was a stranger, without deep hatred, you wouldn't be so cruel, right?"

"God has his own way. You beat the person who gave birth to them in front of the children today. Aren't you afraid that the children will hold a grudge against you?"

"Have you never thought that you will get old one day?"

"Even if they are really wrong, there is no need to beat them like this, right?"

"Or did you just watch your own father being beaten by your mother and remained indifferent? That's why you are so fearless?"

Ji Xingle's words stunned the attacker. Isn't it natural for a woman to beat her husband?

What was there to talk about? They hadn't done anything wrong to themselves, and they didn't dare to. They ate little, and they worked hard to earn money to support their family. She knew all of that, but what did it matter?

It's not easy for a grown woman like her to support the family! They just embroider at home and enjoy themselves, unlike her who runs around all day looking for work everywhere. Who of them understands her difficulties?

Although she had been searching for a long time and still couldn't find a suitable job, so what?

Isn't she tired? Isn't she hard-working? Doesn't she need to relax? What's wrong with using their money to play with men?

She took their money because she respected them, otherwise why wouldn't she take other people's money?

But what does it matter if we beat them at this level?

Children? Which man doesn't have children? What's so hypocritical? They are only useful for this. If they can't have children, she won't marry them!

Stranger? She hit a stranger? She didn't dare to do anything ruthless, after all, she was afraid that the other party had a backer.

Beating in front of the children? The beater glanced at the crying children and saw that their eyes were full of their fathers, and frowned...

When her father was beaten by her mother, what was her expression? It seemed as if it was natural, thinking that men should be beaten, and if they were not beaten, they would nag, and if they were not beaten, they would be dead and annoying.

What's wrong with a woman drinking a little and playing with a few men? She didn't bring them all home, so is there any need for them to keep talking? Who else should I hit if not them? If I hit others, who would still call me sister, and which man would still play with me?

but......

The attacker looked at the children again, especially the daughter, who was lying on her father with tears streaming down her face. For a moment...

She seemed different from herself. She would worry about her fathers, and she only had this one daughter. If she continued to be so cruel, would she not provide for herself in her old age?

Thinking of this, the attacker shuddered and came to his senses in an instant. Forget it, at worst he could just beat them less harshly next time. They can make money, have children, and do housework. There doesn't seem to be any benefit in beating them to death.