Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 158 A hunchbacked man with no clue whatsoever – there's nothing to be proud of.

Seeing that her father-in-law couldn't understand, Wu Fengxia told him directly.

"I'm his father, so of course I don't have to give in to him like you would to your uncle."

"If I'm going, your uncle won't be. I'm his father!" Yang Deming slammed his wine cup on the table.

Wu Fengxia was so frightened that she dared not speak again.

Yang Xiuqing tugged at the back of Hu Xianjun's shirt, urging him to get off the table quickly.

Hu Xianjun, who had been standing there dumbfounded and not knowing what to do, finally came to his senses and got off the ground.

Sweat was clearly visible on his short hair, and his big eyes blinked but dared not look away, afraid that Yang Deming would find fault with him.

His thin lips mumbled something inaudibly.

"Changyao, I won't eat at the table. I'll just take two and eat them in the car. It's too far, so it's better to get there early than late."

"Deshan, can't you see I haven't finished eating yet? What's the rush?"

Yang Deming slurped down another cup of wine and glanced sideways at Yang Deshan.

"Don't go. Changyao said there are no gamblers in their village. You'll feel stifled if you go."

Yang Deshan picked up two dumplings and pushed Zhang Changyao to leave.

"Deshan, the more you try to stop me from going, the more I want to go."

Are they afraid I'll find out because my daughter has been mistreated by them?

Yang Deming drank another cup of wine and still took a bite of a dumpling without any hurry.

"Grandpa, don't rush to drink. I'll go home for a bit and then you can leave." Hu Xianjun pulled Yang Xiuqing out of the house.

"Uncle, if my dad wants to go, let him go. If he can't stay, he'll arrange for himself to come back."

Sit down at the table and eat slowly. It's still bright outside; don't stay out all night before you get home.

Seeing that it had no effect, Zhang Changyao had no choice but to give up and stop trying to stop Yang Deming from going.

"When Wu Ni gives birth, you, as her father, can't just go empty-handed, can you?"

Yang Deshan sat opposite Yang Deming, took a bite of a dumpling, and asked Yang Deming a question.

"What do you want? I'll pay. Wu Ni can ask her husband to buy whatever she wants to eat."

"What do you take me for? You can't even find ten dollars on you." Yang Deming laughed at Yang Deshan.

"Yang Deming, look at this, what is this if not ten yuan?"

I'll give all this money to Wu Ni, how much will you give her?

Yang Deshan slammed a wad of money onto the table.

"Deshan, put it away quickly. These pennies and coins will make you a laughing stock if others see them."

Yang Deming raised his hand and shoved the money that Yang Deshan had placed on the table onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Yang Deming, don't play dumb with me. Let me see how much money you can give Wu Ni." Yang Deshan used reverse psychology to provoke Yang Deming.

Yang Deming was in high spirits after drinking, so he pulled out a handful of money from his shirt pocket and slammed it on the table.

"Go check it yourself, Wang Fengxian gave me all the money she earned from her shamanistic ritual today."

"There are actually people who believe her and even give her money, like fools." Yang Deming raised his face smugly.

"I think Wang Fengxian is a fool, making money for someone like you to spend."

Look at yourself, hunched over and blind, there's nothing to be proud of about you.

Yang Deshan stacked the money bills one by one, flattening them neatly.

He spat on the tips of his thumb and index finger and started counting money.

"Yang Deming, you're really something! One hundred and thirty-five yuan, all for Wu Ni?"

Yang Deshan's eyes gleamed as he folded the money and was about to put it in his shirt pocket.

"Deshan, I can't give it all to Wuni. I need to keep some capital for myself."

I'll give her a hundred yuan, and I'll keep the rest as capital. It won't be long before it doubles in a few days.

Yang Deming slammed his chopsticks down, his thin, claw-like hands, which he could barely straighten, smeared his mouth.

Wu Fengxia tied the legs of her two old hens.

It was placed on a donkey cart and tied with a rope to a piece of wood in the gap.

Yang Deming and Yang Deshan sat on the plank in the middle of the donkey cart.

Yang Deshan placed his bedding roll behind Zhang Changyao and leaned one arm against it.

Just as I stepped out of the gate, I saw Hu Xianjun chasing after me, carrying two hens.

"Uncle, these two are hens. My mother said you should keep them to lay eggs."

"When we have children, we won't be able to do without hens laying eggs."

Hu Xianjun, panting heavily, repeated to Zhang Changyao every word his mother had told him.

"Xianjun, we'll come back when you and Xiuqing get married."

Zhang Changyao looked at the two hens, too excited to express himself.

Zhang Changyao didn't dare to look back along the way, and he held back his laughter as he listened to the two old men arguing.

"Hmm! Not bad, not bad, the newly built house is quite impressive."

"Three rooms, is this the kind of housing they're going to provide for us old folks?"

Yang Deming entered the courtyard and began to look around, nodding in satisfaction at everything he saw.

"Yang Deming, the children who can support you in your old age must be incredibly resilient."

With your temper, you'll bully others to death before you even die.

Yang Deshan followed behind Yang Deming, and would scold him if he didn't like what he said.

Yang Deming wasn't angry; he was used to Yang Deshan not treating him like a brother.

"Dad, Uncle, let's go inside. It's very spacious inside."

Zhang Changyao dared not go inside first, fearing that Yang Deming would find fault with him.

"Deshan, you go inside first, I'll wander around the village for a bit."

Yang Deming glanced out the window and saw Yang Wuni sitting and breastfeeding her child, so he didn't go inside.

Yang Deming walked out of the gate with his hands behind his back, stood there for a while, and then walked straight into the village.

"Uncle, let's go inside. My dad will be back soon. There aren't many places to gamble in this village."

Zhang Changyao followed behind Yang Deshan, carrying his luggage.

"It would be best if there were no places to gamble, but I'm afraid your father might set up camp in your house."

"He's all high and mighty in Ganggang Village. You think he'll turn this small place into a complete mess?" Yang Deshan glanced worriedly at the gate.

"Uncle, are you cold? Come on up to the kang (heated brick bed), my second sister-in-law has heated it up nice and warm."

Yang Wuni saw Yang Deshan enter the house and put the child on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He patted a small area next to him and gestured for Yang Deshan to sit on the kang (heated brick bed).

"Changyao, is the person lying on the kang your relative?"

This kid looks so young, how come... how come he's paralyzed?

Yang Deshan craned his neck, trying to get a clear look at Liao Zhi's face.

"Uncle, it's not that I'm worried about my relative, this is my classmate's man..."

Zhang Changyao gave Lin Qiu the money to build a house for him, and also sent Liao Zhi over.

I told Yang Deshan about the person going to Shenzhen.

"Changyao, Wuni, if that's the case, we really should treat them well."

We live in these three big rooms, and we're always indebted to them.

"Son, if you ever need anything, just call me. This old man may not be good at much else, but he's good at taking care of people."

Yang Deshan sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), standing with his head down, wanting to see what Liao Zhi looked like.

"You look kind and gentle, old man. Fine, I'll stick with you from now on."

Don't complain about the smell of my poop and pee.

"Or you could plug my scrotum, so it won't poop and pee every day and make me vomit from the smell."