novelraw Chapter 172: Also Trying Salty Food.
Chapter 172: Also Trying Salty Food.
Zhang Shuhua jumped to the ground, supporting Zhang Changyao's shoulder.
He turned around and clapped his hands twice, beckoning Xiao Douzi over.
Xiao Douzi obediently ran into Zhang Shuhua's arms, and Zhang Shuhua took Xiao Douzi into Guan Shu's house.
The sky had already darkened, and the dirt road was full of stones and clods of earth, making it difficult to see clearly.
Fearing that Zhang Shuhua might fall, Zhang Changyao used one hand to support her arm as they walked forward.
"Changyao! Don't blame your father for risking his life for Zhao Xiulan."
Zhao Xiulan is such a smooth talker; your father is so stubborn, he's completely bewitched.
No woman has ever been kind to him his whole life; how could a fool like him stand that?
Zhang Shuhua patted Zhang Changyao's hand, asking him to understand Zhang Kaiju.
"Auntie, I know that no matter how old a man is, he will find it hard to get past a woman."
I'm married too, so I understand. Who doesn't want to live a warm and loving life?
An old, gruff fellow, he wouldn't even dare to visit the homes of women.
If you really have something to do, going twice in a row will just lead to people gossiping and nagging.
Since Zhao Xiulan came into our lives, my father has dared to visit other people's homes.
In the past, he would wander around the village aimlessly, carrying a manure basket, whether there was manure or not.
Zhang Changyao patted Zhang Shuhua's hand in response, reassuring her.
Inside the room, Zhang Kaiju still had a furrowed brow, nervously watching the sleeping Yang Deming.
I'm afraid this drunkard might suddenly get up and give me two electric shocks, or break his own legs.
The fear of being beaten grew stronger and stronger as time went by.
He knew perfectly well that once this guy woke up, he would face an unpredictable end.
It's better to act early than late; as long as he's still lying down, it's advantageous for you.
Zhang Kaiju could no longer control himself and suddenly stood up.
He pushed away Zhao Xiulan, who was so exhausted that she collapsed against him.
He grabbed the dining table that hadn't been taken off the kang (a heated brick bed) yet and raised it to smash it at Yang Deming.
"Oh dear! That won't do. You'll spill your brains all over the table."
Just moments ago, Du Qiu was leaning against the wall, acting as if nothing had happened, but in one swift step, she strode onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
He was half a head taller than Zhang Kaiju, and he raised both hands.
He grabbed the two legs of the dining table and sank down, snatching the table away.
"Kaiju! When will you ever stop? You're really going to kill me with exhaustion!"
You heartless bastard, if you keep pushing me like this, I'll smash my head against the wall and die.
"Look at you, you stubborn mule! Are you still going to fight to the death for me?"
Zhao Xiulan no longer had the strength to stand up. She lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), patting the mat and wailing.
"Auntie, something bad has happened! It looks like they're fighting again!"
Zhang Changyao looked through the window at Zhang Kaiju, who was standing on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Ignoring Zhang Shuhua's slow pace, he rushed into the house.
Zhang Kaiju's eyes were already red; he had only one thought in his mind.
That means we can't let Yang Deming leave this house completely.
Before Du Qiu could put the table down, Zhang Kaiju reached out and forcefully snatched it back.
The two of them took turns pulling on the dining table like a saw.
"Dad, are you ever going to stop? You killed my father-in-law, you have to pay for it with your life."
Zhang Changyao jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and hugged Zhang Kaiju from behind.
When Du Qiu saw Zhang Changyao return, he didn't stand on ceremony.
With a forceful tug, he pulled the dining table off the bed and casually tossed it under the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
Zhang Changyao hugged Zhang Kaiju and leaned against the corner of the kang wall. His back ached, and he couldn't exert any strength.
"Zhang Kaiju, I think you're getting more and more ridiculous as you get older."
People who're practically buried under the earth, do you even have any shame left?
Is it worth it for you to beat and kill someone for her, even if you end up in jail?
The moment you step inside, she'll be crawling into another man's bed.
You think squatting in that fence is a good thing? Someone like you, always doing nothing productive, will be making you lick his ass every day in there.
Zhang Shuhua, who followed Zhang Changyao into the house, hadn't even caught her breath before she stood on the floor and started cursing Zhang Kaiju.
"Little sister! Your fifth brother is at his wit's end."
Wang the powder maker told me to get him drunk and subdue him, but it seems that won't work now.
If I were to wake him up, wouldn't he kill me?
Zhang Kaiju stopped struggling and became timid.
Naiyun tearfully told Zhang Shuhua about her difficulties.
"Changyao, let go of your dad and let him sit for a while. Help him catch his breath."
Seeing Zhang Kaiju rolling his eyes, Zhang Shuhua waved to Zhang Changyao, telling him to let go.
Zhao Xiulan had already hidden to the side, sobbing softly.
Zhang Changyao loosened Zhang Kaiju's grip and let him sit on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Then use your hands to gently pat his back up and down.
"Little sister, what do you suggest we do?" Zhang Kaiju looked up at Zhang Shuhua helplessly.
"Zhang Kaiju, you are truly my brother. I will never be able to stop worrying about you in this lifetime."
Who is that Wang Fenjiang? He's just a scheming man who's never done anything wrong.
Do you believe what he says? Can he give you good advice?
These old bastards wish you were here already, squatting in the fence right now.
Let's pour out this rotten crotch so they can taste the saltiness too.
In your entire life, you've never listened to Changyao, never listened to me, and never heeded a single word of advice from good people.
You believe everything people say, even if they're rotten to the core, have a rotten eye, and keep a mistress.
If it weren't for Qi San and Wang Fenjiang constantly bothering you.
You listened to what others said and went home to beat my sister-in-law. How can life be like this?
Zhang Shuhua's words were relentless, showing no pity for Zhang Kaiju.
"Little sister, what's the use of saying all this? Can you live life backwards?"
If you have a solution, just say so. If not, I'll take the plunge.
Zhang Kaiju twitched his eyelids, about to get up again, ready to make one last desperate attempt.
"Dad, don't be anxious. My father-in-law hasn't woken up yet."
I'm going home now to hitch up the donkey cart and take him home tonight.
When I got home, I talked to my sister-in-law and asked my brother-in-law to keep an eye on things.
He's so drunk, he doesn't know you're going to kill him or chop him up; he won't deliberately come looking for trouble.
Zhang Changyao reacted quickly, pressing Zhang Kaiju, who hadn't gotten up yet, back onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
"My son, I'll listen to you. Get rid of him as soon as possible."
Only when he leaves our village can your father and I have some peace and quiet.
Zhang Kaiju looked at Zhang Changyao with a pitiful expression, like a child being bullied outside.
"Brother Du Qiu, Auntie, you two keep an eye on my dad. I'm going home to get the car ready, I'll be right back."
Zhang Changyao left the house before Zhang Shuhua and Du Qiu could respond.
When he got home, he told Wu Ni and Yang Deshan what had happened, grabbed a quilt, put it on his car, and drove off.
Zhang Changyao wrapped Yang Deming up, placed him on the prepared mattress, and covered him with a quilt.
Du Qiu sat in the back of the donkey cart, and the two of them drove the donkey cart all night to take Yang Deming back to Ganggang Village.
The moon peeked out, casting a hazy, gray light on the road, obscuring the ditch and wessery, so we dared not walk fast.
"Changyao, look, what's that following behind our donkey cart?"