People outside had already started battering the door!
Bang, bang, bang-
Each blow came faster than the last.
The door was about to give way.
Song Ning yanked it open.
Yang Yindi tumbled inside headfirst, banging her head against a table leg and howling, "Ow! Ow!"
Standing on the doorstep, Song Ning called out to the people filling the courtyard:
"Friends, relatives, neighbors! My brother's wedding is off! Sorry you all came for nothing!"
"You little brat! How dare you make trouble at your brother's wedding! I'll break your legs on your father's behalf!"
Song Chengbing grabbed a stick by the courtyard gate and charged through the crowd.
Before he could reach her, Song Ning turned and went into the inner room. She hauled out Song Jinbao, who still had trouble moving, and put him in front of her as a shield, grabbing a hoe handle from behind the door.
"Go on! Hit me! If you dare hit me, I'll hit him! Let's see how many blows your precious son can take!"
More and more spectators gathered inside and outside the courtyard.
Song Wang's impending marriage to Widow Yu had already been the village's hottest topic for days. Now that there was fresh drama unfolding, everyone wanted a front-row spot.
Seeing so many people, Song Chengbing and his wife could no longer get away with brute force. They started throwing a fit instead...
"Heavens above! The world's turned upside down! His own uncle and aunt get nothing but dirty looks and abuse! We arranged a wedding for our eldest nephew, and now these youngsters are chasing us off with sticks..."
Yang Yindi slapped her thigh, sat down on the ground, and started wailing too:
"Everyone, look! My husband's older brother and his wife have been dead for years. We worked