Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 338: The Mother of the Bomen Raises Her Stepson 5

The two boys soon wrestled with each other and rolled in the dust.

Shen Junbao, relying on his strong physique, rode on Shen Junyao, waving his fists and smashing around, shouting:

"Bastard! I'll beat you to death!"

Shen Junyao was pinned down, but he grabbed Shen Junbao's collar tightly, turned over suddenly, pressed the other party to the ground, and punched him one after another!

There was no technique, just years of suppressed hatred.

Mrs. Shen was held down by the guards and watched helplessly as her precious son was pinned down and beaten by the "little bastard". She was so heartbroken that she almost went crazy.

She struggled and cursed shrilly:

"You little bastard! How dare you touch my son! I'm going to skin you alive!"

"You're a bastard! Your mother deserves to die early!"

Sirong's eyes turned cold. The maid next to her was very observant. She immediately picked up a rag and stuffed it into Mrs. Shen's mouth!

"Uh! Uh-huh!"

The world is finally clean.

Shen Shishan was also pressed to the ground, his face turned blue with anger, but he could not move.

But he was still able to keep his composure because he knew that his son would be able to beat that brat.

Sure enough, after a while, Shen Junbao knocked Shen Junyao over and started beating him up.

There was no other way. Years of hunger had left Shen Junyao with no endurance. The little advantage he had just gained was all due to his ruthlessness.

"Hahaha! Trash is trash!"

Shen Junbao rode on Shen Junyao, his fists raining down like raindrops, and he didn't forget to shout:

"Wasn't you very fierce just now? Show me how fierce you can be!"

Shen Junyao desperately raised his hands to block, but his thin arms couldn't withstand such a beating, and soon he was beaten black and blue. His strength was exhausted.

"enough."

Sirong spoke quietly, and someone immediately separated them.

Shen Junyao collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He lost.

I clearly wanted to win so badly, I clearly tried my best...

Sirong's personal maid was already accustomed to her master's style of doing things, so without being told, she took the two children to clean up.

She moved swiftly, first wiping the blood off Shen Junyao's face, then tidying up his messy clothes. There was no contempt in her eyes, only calm concern.

Shen Junyao felt a little uncomfortable and whispered, "...Thank you."

The maid smiled slightly and said softly, "Young Master, you don't have to be polite. Things will get better in the future."

On the other side, Shen Junbao was still whining and complaining, but the maid just brushed the dust off for him in a businesslike manner with a cold look in her eyes.

Sirong turned around, her eyes like knives piercing straight at Shen Shishan and his wife who were forced to kneel on the ground.

"Shen Shigen sends someone to bring back most of the military pay every year, and this is how you treat his son?"

As soon as the rag in Shen's mouth was pulled out, she immediately screamed and argued: "That was my second son's filial piety to his mother! What does this little bastard have to do with it!"

Sirong sneered and approached step by step: "The old lady passed away three years ago, but Shen Shigen has never stopped giving her money."

She suddenly grabbed Mrs. Shen's collar and said in an icy voice, "Who did you spend all this money on?!"

Mrs. Shen's face was pale, her lips were trembling and she couldn't speak.

Shen Shishan pretended to be calm and said loudly:

"We didn't starve him to death. It's normal for children to have some injuries when they fight. How can you say we mistreat him? Besides... besides, all the money was used for the clan school!"

Si Rong sneered and threw a ledger at his face. "Clan school? Last year, we only spent twenty taels on repairing it, but Shen Shigen sent back a full two hundred taels!"

The account books were spread out, densely recording the past accounts of the clan school.

The elders stood aside, their faces turning pale and blue, not knowing whether to leave or stay.

They came here today, originally intending to take the opportunity to curry favor with the Wuwei Marquis's Mansion, but who would have thought they would stumble upon such a farce.

"Second daughter-in-law of the Shen family, what do you think about this matter... should we discuss it further?"

Si Rong didn't even raise her eyelids, and said coldly: "Discuss? Weren't you all standing by and watching just now? Why, you only remember to 'discuss' now?"

The elder was choked so much that his face turned red and he stepped back in embarrassment.

Shen Shigen's family was not a wealthy family in the clan, and the clan did not provide them with any extra help.

However, in ancient times, the clan concept was still very strong. Generally, the children in a family would give back to their relatives after they became successful.

Shen Shigen was the same, so every time he sent money back, he would ask someone to give some to his eldest brother and let him send some to the clan.

But Shen Shishan was so greedy that he even dared to deduct this money. Of the money sent to the clan, it was good enough if he could get 30% out of 100.

Over time, everyone in the clan thought that Shen Shigen was just a poor soldier, so they naturally didn't bother to pay attention to the son he left behind.

It was just a fight between children. It was just a case of being weak and unable to gain weight.

Who would offend Shen Shishan's family for a child without a father or mother?

In the final analysis, it is someone else's family affair. If Shen Junyao hadn't gone to the clan elders himself, who would have caused trouble for him?

Sirong took the whip handed to her by the servant and slowly stroked the whip with her fingertips.

The handle of the whip had been polished to a shine, evidently from years of use, while the tip was stained with a dark brown stain, like dried blood.

Her eyes were cold, and a sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of her lips:

"Our Shen family is indeed a family that practices martial arts. Other families use canes to beat their children, but we use whips!"

She swung the whip violently, and it exploded in the air with a sharp, crisp sound, scaring Mrs. Shen so much that she trembled all over.

Sirong sneered and turned to Shen Shishan and his wife:

"In that case, I guess my eldest brother and his wife were also 'whipped' by this thing when they were young, right?"

She deliberately emphasized the word "whip", with a cold light in her eyes.

"Today, let you also recall your childhood!! 1"

"Twenty lashes each, not too much, right?"

Sister-in-law Shen’s face turned pale as she shook her head frantically: “No! You can’t do this! I’m your sister-in-law! I’m from the Shen family!!”

Si Rong sneered: "Now you know that you are from the Shen family? When you abused the blood of the Shen family, why didn't you think about whether you were worthy?"

She waved her hand and said coldly, "Execution!"

The maid who was escorting Mrs. Shen stepped forward and took the whip from Sirong's hand.

She was a servant in the Wuwei Marquis's Mansion and knew very well who her master was. The young master had suffered in the Shen family, so she was merciless at this moment.

"Snapped--!"

With the first whip, Mrs. Shen's clothes were instantly torn, her skin and flesh were rolled up, and blood was dripping.

"what--!!!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the yard. Mrs. Shen was twitching in pain, her face covered with snot and tears.

The maid had no expression on her face, and she raised her hand and whipped him hard again!