Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 127 A Woman with a Leaky Crotch Can't Cover It Up

Hou Liping grumbled at Hou Jiu, telling him to go and take the kitchen knife from Hou Da Yanjing's hand.

"Eighth Sister, Ninth Sister, you two don't need to worry about my business."

You can't treat this woman well; she only bullies good people.

He's got such a big belly, and he's still out there causing trouble. How am I supposed to be nice to him?

How did Zhang Changyao treat him back then? Wasn't it because he didn't have a hundred yuan and couldn't marry her?

How did Ma Pengsheng treat her? He treated her like a pampered princess, someone who never lifted a finger to do housework.

In the end, he still ended up as a bastard, and her crotch was kicked to shreds.

When we first got married, I treated her very well, giving her all the food and drinks she wanted.

I don't want to live with the elderly, so I'll find a place to move out.

They spoiled me like that, and I was still not satisfied. While I was helping someone dig a well, I went out to find other men with my belly sticking out.

My crotch feels like it's leaking air; I can't cover it up no matter what I do.

With a clang, Hou Da Yanjing threw away the kitchen knife in his hand.

He squatted on the ground, covered his head, and burst into loud sobs.

Zhang Changyao had no interest in listening anymore; Zheng Meizhi had disappointed him greatly.

He clutched his chest, unable to hear what Hou Jiu and Hou Da Yanjing were saying behind him.

My feet felt light as I walked in mid-air, and my head felt heavy.

He was so heavy that it was difficult to even support his neck, and he walked towards Zhang Shuhua's house like a lost soul.

"Changyao, what's wrong?"

Zhang Shuhua noticed that Zhang Changyao was acting strangely, so she wanted to come over and help him.

"Auntie, it's alright. I've been sweating profusely for a long time."

I felt so frustrated at midnight, I wanted to cry but couldn't.

I didn't dare tell Wu Ni; her little head is full of ideas.

Zhang Changyao lay flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), resting his head on Zhang Shuhua's outstretched legs.

"Changyao, your eye sockets are dark and black. You must have attracted something bad."

In a little while, your aunt will take you to town to find a shaman.

I've heard there's a new fortune teller who's incredibly accurate at predicting things.

Zhang Shuhua stroked Zhang Changyao's forehead, where the veins were bulging and his eyes were visibly throbbing.

Zhang Changyao's body was as limp as noodles, so he ignored Zhang Shuhua and let her get off the ground, hitch up the cart, and pull him along.

"We're here, this is the place." Zhang Shuhua reined in the donkey cart.

We stopped outside a stone wall at a house where people were crowding around the entrance.

"Auntie, it seems like something big has happened at this house? Let's come back another day."

Zhang Changyao dozed off for a while on the donkey cart and then regained some energy.

"Changyao, this happens every day in front of this place. You have to wait in line to get things done."

Zhang Shuhua tied up the donkey cart and replied casually.

"Oh!" Zhang Changyao didn't understand, so he scratched his head and joined the last place in line.

The people in line looked around in a daze, helplessly.

An older woman with gray hair.

Unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed at the feet of the boy behind him, drawing gasps of sympathy from the people in the group.

Therefore, she was able to enter the house ahead of time. After she finished looking around, her son carried her away with a helpless expression.

Around noon, with the call of "Next," Zhang Changyao and Zhang Shuhua were led into the house.

The room was filled with a fragrant aroma, but the dark red walls and brownish-yellow ceiling created a very oppressive atmosphere.

The room was divided into two worlds by a yellow and white curtain.

"I'm so frustrated, Master..."

Zhang Changyao, unable to wait any longer, spoke to the figure behind the curtain.

"Don't talk, just sit!" a middle-aged woman responded hoarsely from behind the curtain.

"Changyao, we don't need to say anything. As soon as we enter the house, the Great Immortal will know everything."

Zhang Shuhua stood behind Zhang Changyao, who looked around but saw nothing else to sit down.

He stood up and offered his chair to Zhang Shuhua.

"Those who are seeing a doctor, sit down; everyone else, stand!" the hoarse woman snapped.

"oh!"

Zhang Shuhua quickly stood up and gave her seat back to Zhang Changyao.

"The rice seedlings have been harvested; it's been over a hundred days. Go home and wait to die!"

The hoarse woman behind the curtain uttered those words lightly.

Zhang Changyao felt dizzy and almost fell off the stool.

He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but couldn't utter a single word.

In an instant, he fell backward as if struck by lightning, leaning against Zhang Shuhua's chest.

"Master, this child is only in his early twenties, and his wife's baby hasn't been born yet."

Please take a look. We're willing to spend any amount of money as long as the animal can survive.

Zhang Shuhua pleaded tearfully, and the curtain moved slightly, but there was no response from inside.

"Auntie, stop talking, let's go home."

Zhang Changyao regained his senses, swayed as he stood up, and pulled Zhang Shuhua to leave.

"Wait! You haven't paid the incense money yet, don't leave!" A middle-aged man's stern voice came from behind the curtain.

"Give you a damn thing. You just say you can't watch it, so go home and wait to die. Do you expect me to pay for this?"

We came here for medical treatment, not to beg for a death warrant.

Did you even treat me? That's like sentencing me to death.

Zhang Changyao released Zhang Shuhua's hand, quickly turned around, and ripped off the curtain.

Behind the curtains, on the kang (a heated brick bed), a thin, bony woman lay leaning against a pillow.

His face was so withered that it was just skin and bones, and his hair was a messy, tangled mess.

His features were sunken, and he no longer looked like a living person. He looked at Zhang Changyao with fear in his eyes.

The blanket covering me was so flat it looked like there was nothing inside.

The man sitting next to her had an oily face and fair, translucent skin.

Their eyes are so small they're just slits, but their mouths are so big they're practically splitting open to their ears.

On the paper he was holding, several large characters were written crookedly: "Damage, no hope, send them away."

Beside the man's legs was a handwritten book titled "An Introduction to Shamanism," which was both conspicuous and jarring.

"You two are really something, learning and applying what you've just learned. You're obsessed with money."

Zhang Changyao climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and snatched the "Introduction to Shamanic Practice" from the book.

The woman's rancid smell was so strong that he had to quickly climb off the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Young man, don't take the book. I beg you, please spare our lives."

My wife has no money for medical treatment; otherwise, she will die immediately.

You're married too, please understand my difficulties.

The fat man knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), squeezing out two tears from the slits of his eyes.

Zhang Changyao glanced at the woman on the kang (a heated brick bed), softened his heart, threw the book back onto the kang, and pulled Zhang Shuhua out of the room.

"Changyao, not all shamans are frauds."

Let's go check out other people's houses; maybe we can cure them.

Zhang Shuhua sat on the donkey cart, trying to persuade Zhang Changyao, who was still angry.

"Auntie, I won't go see it. I'll study it myself slowly."

"It's just inhaling the stench of a dead person, it's not going to kill me."

With his earlier anger still intact, Zhang Changyao seemed much more energetic.

"You're such a stubborn child. It's not pleasant to be beaten by a shrew. Is it worth enduring it?"

"Your aunt has money with her, so you don't need to spend any of it yourself."

Zhang Shuhua understood Zhang Changyao and knew that he was concerned about money.

"Auntie, people may make mistakes in being born, but they may not make mistakes in dying. Heaven won't take them away until their time comes."

As long as God doesn't take me away, what do I have to be afraid of?

Life is short, like the fleeting seasons of plants; we all have to experience everything.

I'll see if a single breath of deadness can take my life.

Even chicks and ducklings flap their wings before they die, so why should I, a grown man, just wait to die?

Zhang Changyao waved his arms up and down excitedly, making Zhang Shuhua laugh like a chick flapping its wings.

"Changyao, there's a car number 212 parked in front of your house. Is that Lin Qiu here?"