Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 169 1 I'll Slip You Away with That Fire Stick

Zhao Xiulan, wearing a pink padded jacket, hadn't even entered the room yet, but her lewd laughter already reached everyone's ears.

"I'm really tired today, so I won't go."

"Our family's living conditions are such that we eat one meal after another."

Seeing that the people in the room were staring at him, Yang Deming had no choice but to decline Zhao Xiulan's invitation.

"Brother, even if you don't eat, come sit for a while. Kaiju is waiting for you at home."

He said he felt a connection with you and wanted you to stay at their place so you two could have a good chat.

Zhao Xiulan adopted a stance that she wouldn't leave unless Yang Deming went.

"Zhao Xiulan, please don't come to my house anymore. Our two families will no longer have any contact."

Having no other choice, Zhang Changyao resorted to harsh words, hoping to drive Zhao Xiulan away.

"Changyao, you child, why do you still hold a grudge against your father?"

Your father and I will be counting on you to take care of us in our old age, to clean up our messes.

You've grown up, your wings have hardened, and you say you won't move around anymore? Does that mean you don't want to take care of us when we're old?

Brother, listen to what this child is saying, it's so hurtful.

You're listening here, you have to stand up for us!

Instead of leaving, Zhao Xiulan moved closer to Yang Deming, took his hand, and asked him to make a decision for her.

"You're finished, Yang Deming. You can't escape this time. You'll have to deal with this filthy mess!"

Yang Deshan, who was rubbing tobacco leaves nearby, looked up and laughed at Yang Deming.

"How dare you talk like that? Who are you calling stinking dog shit?"

Zhao Xiulan didn't recognize Yang Deshan, so she immediately turned around and asked him.

"Who else are you talking about? Who in this house looks like dog poop?"

I'm talking to you, you stinking dog shit! You're an eight-hundred-year-old woman still pretending to be young.

Look at your own face, your skin is thicker than a city wall.

Your face is covered in wrinkles; the furrows created by two horses pulling a plow are not as deep as the wrinkles on your face.

If you try to seduce my brother again, I'll smash you to death with a fire poker.

Yang Deshan saw that Zhang Changyao was no match for Zhao Xiulan.

He had no choice but to go all out and use every swear word he could think of to curse Zhao Xiulan.

"Big brother, look at this, this whole family is bullying me."

I know I came to Old Zhang's family later, but that doesn't mean everyone, young and old, can step on me.

I don't know who this guy is from the Zhang family. Can you help me beat him up?

Just like when I beat Zhang Kaiju, let's see if he still dares to act arrogantly towards me!

Zhao Xiulan held Yang Deming's hand and kept rubbing it.

She leaned forward forcefully, about to fall into Yang Deming's arms.

"Mother-in-law, I dare not touch this person. If it weren't for my brother's good health and strong physique, he would have sent me away long ago."

Of all the people in this room, the only one I dare to touch right now is you.

I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, if one of them hits you, I'll have to help them.

Yang Deming got up, took Zhao Xiulan's arm, and saw her out the door.

It was freezing cold, and no one knew where those two people had gone.

Yang Deming returned an hour later without saying hello to anyone.

He collapsed onto the kang (heated brick bed) in the east room and fell into a deep sleep.

For the next few days, Yang Deming ate at Zhang Kaiju's house every day.

These three are so close, they practically share a pair of pants.

Zhang Changyao had no choice but to ignore it and let things take their course.

Zhang Kaiju was not in a bad mood as Zhang Changyao had imagined.

Instead, he would cook meals for Zhao Xiulan every day.

Yang Deming was waiting anxiously at the gate for his return from gambling.

Yang Deming didn't hold back with them and sometimes even brought Qi San along to freeload meals.

"Wu Ni, look who's here."

Outside the courtyard, Yang Dianjun was kicking the front wheel of his bicycle.

Using my foot as a brake, the soles of my feet creaked and groaned.

When they arrived at Zhang Changyao's house, they jumped out of the car, pushed it against the wall, and went inside.

Following behind Yang Dianjun was a woman riding a new bicycle.

She lightly lifted her leg off the bicycle, jogged a few steps, and stopped the bicycle.

After folding up the ladder, he took a floral cloth package from the back seat.

The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with two pigtails on either side of her head.

She looks a lot like Yang Wuni, but is a bit fatter and shorter.

She glanced back at the yard, then pushed open the door and went inside.

"Fourth Sister! What brings you here? My brother said you've been so busy you haven't even had time to come home."

When Yang Wuni saw the woman enter the room, she pulled the nipple out before the child could finish drinking the milk from the bottle.

This caused Xiao Wenda to burst into tears, refusing any more food offered, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

"Wu Ni, our two families live close by, so we'll be back in no time."

Unlike Ganggang Village, where you have to stay at least one night, which would delay your fourth brother-in-law from slaughtering the pig.

Fourth Sister Yang Juhua put the things she was carrying on the kang (a heated brick bed) and looked around the room.

The bare walls made her frown slightly.

"Fourth sister, do you and your husband make money by slaughtering pigs?"

You and my fourth brother-in-law can talk to him and see if he can teach Zhang Changyao.

"Just farming is barely enough to feed us. If only we could be as rich as you and my brother, and buy a bicycle, that would be wonderful."

Yang Wuni patted Xiao Wenda with one hand and supported her chest with the other.

I've been giving Xiaowenda breast milk on credit these past few days, and my breasts are really engorged.

"Wu Ni, isn't your family quite well-off?"

They're feeding their kids formula milk powder; that's something only rich people eat.

My eldest daughter doesn't have breast milk, so I don't dare give her formula.

I cooked millet noodles until they were slurped up, and she drank that. She's grown up now.

And these three big houses, how were they built without money?

I didn't see you like this when you were little. How come you've learned to complain about being poor?

Don't think your fourth sister will ask you for money. She's doing alright and doesn't ask for favors or lend money.

Yang Juhua looked unhappy, clutching the package tightly in her hands.

"Fourth sister, that's not what I meant. The money for building our house was given to us by someone else."

My baby is on formula because I'm not feeling well and don't have enough breast milk.

Fourth sister, don't take it personally. I'm not trying to complain about being poor; my family really doesn't have much money.

If you don't believe me, look at the man lying on the kang (heated brick bed). He's the son of Director Liao from the grain depot.

We have to take care of them, and they pay us wages.

Yang Wuni was speechless and almost swore an oath to explain to her fourth sister.

"Wu Ni, your family must be quite well-connected. You even managed to get on Director Liao's good side."

"Could you get some refined grains from the grain depot? The negotiated grain prices are outrageously high right now."

Yang Juhua's eyes lit up, and she looked at Yang Wuni with longing.

"Fourth Sister, Liao Zhi himself didn't ask his father to approve of him eating coarse grains with us."

"I'm afraid this won't work." Yang Wuni became more cautious in her speech.

"Hmph! Little Wu Ni, I knew I couldn't count on you."

This is two and a half pounds of meat. Tell your father I've come to see you.

"When life gets better, people become heartless and turn their backs on their families. It's not like when I was a child, when they would at least give me a cooked sparrow to eat when I came home."

Yang Juhua took the pork wrapped in kraft paper from the package, placed it on the kang (a heated brick bed), and turned to leave.

"Fourth Sister, I've taken all the meat out. You can leave after you finish your meal."

"You want to buy refined grains? I'll ask around. I know Lu Shi at the gatehouse; see if he has any connections."