Gao Yuzhu, agitated by the matters concerning his brother-in-law, lost his usual composure. He rushed forward and slapped Tian Chunfang twice, shouting:
"You wasteful woman, that's three hundred yuan! Aren't you going to get it back for me?"
"Why are you hitting me, Yuzhu? You've never hit me before?" Tian Chunfang was stunned by Gao Yuzhu's slaps; since their marriage, had Gao Yuzhu ever laid a hand on her? At most, he would just scold her a few times.
Gao Yuzhu was nearly driven mad by this foolish woman. Tian Chunfang, that idiot, never grasped the crux of any matter. He roared furiously:
"Not hit you? I wish I could beat you to death. Do you realize how much money that is? Three hundred yuan! I've scrimped and saved for years to accumulate three hundred yuan, and you, a wasteful woman, squandered it all in an instant. Don't you think you deserve to be hit?"
