radicalducati Chapter 98 The Retribution for Lack of Manners
Chapter 98 The Retribution for Lack of Manners
"These two usually seem pretty proper, but I didn't expect them to be so secretly flirtatious." Yao Ziwen clicked his tongue twice and distributed the grilled lamb skewers to everyone.
Halfway through our barbecue, a white SUV pulled up in the open space not far from the farmhouse restaurant. As soon as we opened the door, we heard loud DJ music playing from the stereo.
The one leading the group was a woman in her thirties, heavily made up, with her hair permed into big waves.
Behind her was a very fat woman and four beer-bellied, buzz-cut men. One of them was carrying a case of beer when he got out of the car, while the other two carried two plastic bags containing frozen kebabs and disposable tableware bought from the supermarket.
They took their own grill from the trunk, and without even saying hello to the owner of the farmhouse, they directly moved a lot of firewood and several blocks of alcohol from the firewood pile in the yard.
Then he even took a jug of soy sauce directly from the spice rack that the boss had left drying in the yard.
The woman with heavy makeup was next to someone who called her Yanzi. She pried open bottles of beer one by one, and after drinking a few, they started playing drinking games loudly and making a ruckus.
When a beer-bellied man stood up, he knocked over an empty bottle next to him. The bottle rolled a few times on the ground, and he kicked it. The bottle flew out and hit the wall on the side where Lin Ran and Su Peixue were sitting.
Glass shards shattered and scattered all over the ground, with a few pieces nearly hitting Su Peixue's canvas shoes.
Everyone frowned in dissatisfaction.
However, those greasy men didn't take it to heart at all. Many of these idiots get drunk and act like big shots, completely disregarding other people's feelings.
Lin Ran would naturally not be polite to this kind of person.
Lin Ran stood up with a gloomy face, picked up the empty beer bottle from the barbecue table, weighed it in his hand, and then threw it at the group of people having a picnic!
The bottle spun a few times in the air before crashing to the ground at the group's feet, shattering into pieces.
"what!"
Yanzi immediately screamed in surprise.
Then everyone looked at Lin Ran.
"You're fucking blind... ah!"
Before the insults had even finished, a second and a third bottle came flying at them. Each one landed precisely within half a meter of their feet, shards flying everywhere and causing the group to jump and stumble backward.
Yanzi and the fat woman screamed and pointed at Lin Ran, cursing.
"You little brat, are you looking for trouble?"
A beer-bellied man took a step forward, but when he looked up and saw that all twenty-odd people behind Lin Ran had stood up, he pulled his foot back.
Yao Ziwen slammed the skewers on the table, Li Yifan took off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, and Fang Xun pushed up his glasses and took two steps forward.
Su Peixue remained seated, but a small fruit knife had appeared in her hand at some point. The tip of the knife flashed in the sunlight before she tucked it back into her sleeve.
They're not really stupid; with such a large numerical disparity, they naturally won't resort to force.
However, he could tell that Lin Ran and his group were all college students, so he emboldened himself and said a few harsh words.
Yanzi, heavily made up, was shouting when a few bees flew over and circled her head twice. Where there are many osmanthus flowers, there are naturally many bees. These bees were flying quietly; if you don't bother them, there's nothing to do with them.
Yanzi was furious and waved her hand to swat it, but missed. Startled, the bee turned around and stung her right in the cheek.
Yanzi screamed in agony as her left cheek swelled up visibly, a large red bump rising on her heavily made-up face like a steamed bun. Clutching her cheek, she yelled and cursed, "Damn bees! Who kept those bees! Who the hell kept those bees! I'll pay for your disfigurement!"
Not far away, near the osmanthus grove, an old man was squatting beside a beehive, busy at work. His hair was gray, his back was slightly hunched, and he had a limp in one leg.
He looked up at the shouts and saw a group of people walking aggressively towards him. A look of bewilderment crossed his face. He put down the honeycomb in his hand and struggled to his feet.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Old Huang apologized before they could even speak, his voice not loud and carrying a hint of local dialect.
Yanzi covered her swollen face, spitting everywhere: "Your bees stung me! I'm disfigured! Five thousand! If it's one cent less, I'll smash all your beehives today!"
Old Huang looked at the swollen face, then at his beehives.
He wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. He bent down, took out a plastic bag from his pocket, and opened it layer by layer. Inside was a stack of crumpled bills, the largest denomination being fifty yuan and the smallest one yuan, totaling less than five hundred yuan.
"That's all, I'm sorry..."
Old Huang handed it over with both hands, but Yanzi snatched it away, counted the beehives, cursed a few more times, and before leaving, the fat woman kicked the nearest beehive in a fit of anger.
She was bitten too, but because she had too much flesh, it didn't get noticeably swollen, which made her very unhappy.
As a result, the beehive overturned, and the bees swarmed out, a dark yellow cloud rushing towards her and the group of beer-bellied men!
"Fuck you, you idiot!"
"ah!!"
Several people scrambled into the car, screaming as they were stung by bees. When they closed the door, one person's clothing got caught, and several more bees flew inside. The entire car suddenly began to shake violently.
The white SUV veered off erratically, crashing twice into osmanthus trees along the village road, knocking off its side mirrors, before finally disappearing from sight.
The area around the osmanthus grove quieted down. Old Huang stood beside the beehive he had helped up, looking at the trampled honeycomb on the ground and the bees still crawling around. He slowly squatted down and began to clean it up.
He moved slowly, picking up the usable foundation stones one by one and putting them back into the hive. A few bees landed on the back of his hand; if he didn't disturb them, he wouldn't get stung.
Song Yin was filled with righteous indignation.
"Those people went too far! They clearly provoked the bees themselves, yet they still caused trouble for the old woman and took her money!"
He Biqiong slammed her chopsticks on the table angrily. "He finally got his comeuppance, getting stung terribly by bees. Serves him right!" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but looking at Old Huang's back as he squatted on the ground cleaning up the beehives, they felt a tightness in their chests again.
The dishes are all served: roasted chicken in an earthen stove and cured pork in a dry pot.
The food tasted alright, but everyone ate more slowly than before, and their good mood was dampened.
When the owner of the farmhouse brought a pot of osmanthus porridge to the table, he glanced at Old Huang, who was still tidying up beehives by the osmanthus grove, sighed, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and then slowly began to tell his story.
"Old Huang, that's what everyone in the village calls him. He's had a tough life. His wife died young from illness, and he didn't have any children. He's been living alone for most of his life. He's destitute and has no one to rely on. He's a recipient of the Five Guarantees, but he manages to get by." The shopkeeper put his teacup on the table.