Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 11 Donkeys, horses, and rotten scum all want to be fathers

After comparing various options, Zheng Jingren still concluded that Zhang Changyao was the best choice.

This immediately energized Zheng Meizhi. She put on her shoes, got out of bed, straightened her coat, and headed to find Zhang Changyao.

"My dear girl, I haven't finished speaking yet, what are you doing?"

Zheng Jingren grabbed Zheng Meizhi's clothes from her shoulder, pulled her to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and asked her.

"Father, it was you who just said that no one can compare to Zhang Changyao."

I'm going to find him now. If I wait a few more days, the woman he married might not be able to be sent back.

Zheng Meizhi ignored what Zheng Jingren was about to say, pushed him away and ran away.

"My dear daughter, I was just using an analogy; I haven't finished speaking yet."

Zheng Jingren followed Zheng Meizhi out, but he couldn't see her anywhere.

"Slap!" Zheng Jingren slapped himself hard across the face, squatted on the ground holding his head, regretting that he had said the wrong thing.

When Zhang Changyao and Zhai Qingming returned, they recounted the whole story to Yang Wuni.

Both of them thought that the matter had escalated to this point and was no longer related to their family.

Yang Wuni needed to go to the mill to grind cornmeal, but she couldn't find the mill, so she had to ask Zhang Changyao to take her there.

The two walked side by side, Yang Wuni carrying a half-full bag of cleaned corn kernels in her arms.

Just as they reached the middle of the village, before they even reached the mill, they encountered Zheng Meizhi, who had run out of the village.

"Zhang Changyao, look, isn't that Zheng Meizhi?"

Yang Wuni saw Zheng Meizhi from a distance; her chest was trembling as she ran.

"Hmph! Eight hundred men would plaster their names on her door, vying to be the father of the child in her belly."

If she still claims to be my child, I'll slap her across the face.

In truth, Zhang Changyao was heartbroken, because he naively believed that Zheng Meizhi only had him as her man.

Unexpectedly, after all this commotion, a whole bunch of good-for-nothings have emerged.

He gets angry whenever he sees Zheng Meizhi, and he feels like spitting phlegm in her face right now.

"Zhang Changyao, my dad has agreed to let me marry you without paying any money."

I'm on my way to your house now to tell you the good news.

When Zheng Meizhi saw that it was Zhang Changyao and Yang Wuni, she stopped and blocked their way.

Ignoring Yang Wuni's presence, he went up to hug Zhang Changyao.

"Zheng Meizhi, I have a wife now, what... what are you trying to do?"

Zhang Changyao didn't expect Zheng Meizhi to suddenly rush into his arms, so he couldn't dodge and pulled her into his embrace.

"Zhang Changyao, tell me what I'm going to do. My dad has agreed. I'm your woman."

From now on, we're family. You should take this woman back right now.

Zheng Meizhi leaned against Zhang Changyao's chest, oblivious to his surroundings, and wouldn't leave no matter how much he pushed her away.

"Zhang Changyao, I'll go to the mill to grind cornmeal first, you..."

Yang Wuni shrugged, pouted, and carried the first item towards the mill.

She didn't know Zhang Changyao's thoughts, so it wasn't convenient for her to get involved in his relationship with Zheng Meizhi.

But one thing she was certain of was that she and Zhang Changyao had become a real couple.

Zhang Changyao just wants to be with Zheng Meizhi, and he wouldn't dare to do it if she didn't agree.

Inside the mill house, Zhai Qingming's mother and her mentally challenged daughter, Zhai Ling, were pushing the millstone.

Upon seeing Yang Wuni enter, he quickly swept the area clean and left, making room for Yang Wuni to use the millstone.

This was Yang Wuni's first time at the mill, and she wasn't quite sure how to use it.

When they were at home, he and his brother rarely got to eat home-cooked meals.

Therefore, they were not used for delicate tasks such as milling cornmeal.

She clumsily poured the corn into the stone mortar in the middle of the millstone.

Then I started pushing it in circles until I saw the crushed corn had moved to the edge. Since I didn't have a brush, I had to use my hands to scoop it back in.

Yang Wuni's clumsy appearance caught the attention of the stable girl who rushed over, who covered her mouth and laughed at her.

"Old hag, you laugh at others but are worse than them, so you pull up your pants and try to catch up with them."

A middle-aged woman in her fifties came in from behind Old Ma's wife, shoved her, and cursed at her.

The mother who gave birth to the horse stable was born with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and also had a pair of cross-eyed eyes.

He was pushed by someone who came in from behind, and his expression immediately changed.

Like a cross-eyed rooster, it stretched out its arms, ready to open its mouth and curse.

"Old Mrs. Ma, did I misunderstand you? Everyone is like this when they first get married."

"It's one thing if you don't help, but why laugh at them?"

The woman who came in was pretty; she had a small, round face, and small nose, eyes, and mouth.

It seemed he wasn't afraid of the stable mother, and he went over and pushed the old woman again.

"Zhang Shuhua, I won't stoop to your level. I just don't like to help others, unlike you who's always there for everyone."

The woman from the stable squeezed past Zhang Shuhua and left the millhouse.

"Changyao's wife, when grinding cornmeal, you need to bring a brush and a sieve."

I had never done this kind of work before when I first got married.

Just like you, I came to the mill with corn in my arms, and several old women laughed at me for it.

Zhang Shuhua used the brush in her winnowing basket to help Yang Wuni sweep up the crushed corn kernels.

Yang Wuni was so moved that she almost cried, knowing that she had met a good person.

"Big sister, I've never seen cornmeal milled before. I'm so lucky to have met such a kind person like you today. Otherwise, I would have just packed it up and taken it back like this."

Yang Wuni thanked Zhang Shuhua, who was sifting cornmeal for her with a cornmeal sieve.

"Changyao's wife, you can't call me 'elder sister,' I'm Changyao's aunt."

Changyao has lived in my family since he was a child, just like my own child.

If you ever encounter any tasks you don't know how to do, just come to the lower courtyard and ask me.

Judging from the size of your belly, you must be four or five months pregnant.

Prepare everything you need for childbirth in advance, so you don't find yourself scrambling when the time comes.

Zhang Shuhua poured the sifted cornmeal into the flour bag that Yang Wuni was holding.

He glanced at Yang Wuni's belly and whispered some words of advice to her.

Yang Wuni did not respond to Zhang Shuhua; she didn't know what to say.

"Changyao's wife, I saw Zheng Meizhi and Changyao heading home."

You should go back and check on things quickly; you can't let a man have his way with what happens in bed.

If a man is bluffing or fooling around outside, you can turn a blind eye when you can't see it.

If he takes you to the kang (heated brick bed) and starts messing around, you can't let him do that.

Seeing that Yang Wuni was honest and didn't like to talk, Zhang Shuhua helped her tie up the flour bag and pushed her to go home quickly.

Yang Wuni left the mill and strolled slowly home.

She didn't want to walk too fast, nor did she want to go home to catch the adulterer in the act.

She had only one thought in her mind: to avoid being sent back to her parents' home by Zhang Changyao.

As for who he wants to fool around with or who he likes, she doesn't care about any of that.

Even if you walk slowly, you'll eventually get home. Yang Wuni slowly pushed open the wooden door.

"Cough, cough!" He coughed twice on purpose, trying to remind Zhang Changyao and Zheng Meizhi in the room.

"Zhang Changyao, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of whoever comes back."

I'm going to sleep in the same bed with you tonight.