novelraw Chapter 173 Trying to scare the in-laws so badly they'd rip their pants
Chapter 173 Trying to scare the in-laws so badly they'd rip their pants
Du Qiu pointed to the thing that was swaying in the woods behind the donkey cart.
Zhang Changyao glanced back and saw that the dark thing was indeed following them.
"Giddy up, giddy up!" He whipped the donkey's rump hard a few times with the tree branch in his hand.
"Changyao, we're fast, it's fast too. This thing is definitely coming for us."
Du Qiu's voice trembled as she spoke, and she huddled in Yang Deming's bed, terrified.
"Giddy up, giddy up!" Zhang Changyao had no choice but to whip the donkey's rump again.
The donkey that was running so hard just now, I don't know what happened to it.
It shook its head disobeyingly, its four hooves thrashing about but it dared not run forward any further.
"Oh no, Brother Du Qiu, we've run into wolves."
"Changyao, we can run, but Uncle's still asleep, what do we do?"
Zhang Changyao and Du Qiu were at a loss, so they grabbed the donkey's reins.
They were afraid that the donkey would run away with Yang Deming out of fear again.
"Oh dear! What's there to be afraid of? It's just a wolf, isn't it? And isn't there a pockmarked guy under my head?"
"Huh! Huh?"
Yang Deming, who was lying down, suddenly said something that startled Zhang Changyao and Du Qiu, who both screamed at the same time.
"Dad, when did you sober up? The pillow you're using is... the pile of pockmarks I cleaned up today."
Zhang Changyao remained relatively sober and immediately answered Yang Deming's question.
"Changyao, look for thin wires on the donkey."
Du Qiu, open the bag and pluck out some more hemp seeds.
"I have matches here. As long as we light the hemp seeds, the wolves won't dare come near us."
Zhang Changyao pulled a thin wire from the saddle on the donkey and handed it to Yang Deming.
Yang Deming took a thin wire, straightened it, strung the hemp seeds on the wire, and then lit the hemp seeds with a match.
He held the lit hemp seed, circled the donkey cart once, and then raised it high.
The aroma of hemp seeds wafted around the donkey cart on the breeze.
The faint flame, accompanied by the crackling sound of burning grease, sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night.
The donkey, which had been hesitant to move forward, snorted a few times and cautiously began to move.
"Changyao, you drive the carriage. Duqiu, you continue peeling the hemp seeds, threading them up from behind the wire."
Yang Deming still held aloft the small torch made of hemp seeds.
The dark creature in the woods has vanished without a trace.
The group walked cautiously all the way, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Ugh... I'm suffocating!"
After entering the village, Zhang Changyao finally dared to breathe a louder sigh of relief.
"Uncle, my mouth is so numb, it feels like it doesn't belong to me anymore."
Du Qiu didn't need to peel off the hemp seeds before she remembered her lips, which were so numb she had lost all feeling.
"You silly child, eating hemp seeds could kill you."
"Young master, hurry up and catch the carriage, we need to get inside quickly."
Yang Deming shone the still-burning torch made of hemp seeds on Du Qiu's mouth.
He turned around and patted Zhang Changyao on the back, telling him to hurry up and beat the donkey.
Once inside the courtyard, the group disregarded their bedding, tied up their donkeys, and ran straight into the house.
"Dianjun, hurry up and go to the stove in the main room, get the starter and some salt."
Yang Deming entered the lower room and pulled the thin rope under the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), illuminating the room with a five-watt light bulb.
Yang Dianjun, who was kicked awake, poked his head out from under the covers.
Scratching his hair, which was spiky like a hedgehog, he looked at the group of people with a bewildered expression.
"You're coming back so late to cook? Didn't Wu Ni's family get enough to eat?"
Yang Dianjun pouted and reluctantly put on his clothes before going to the main room.
"Here, a starter and salt! I'm not eating. Don't call me when you've finished cooking."
Yang Dianjun placed the yeast starter jar and the salt in his palm on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
He climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) and crawled into his own quilt, and soon began to snore.
"Du Qiu, put the salt in your mouth and then drink some water."
Use your fingertips to gently slide around any numb area.
Spit out the salt water, then use a flour sponge to rinse it several times, and it will be fine.
Yang Deming saw that Du Qiuhong's mouth was swollen like two big sausages, and gestured for him to fix it himself.
He lit a toad-head cigarette he took out of his pocket and leaned against the wall of the kang (a heated brick bed) to smoke it.
Du Qiu obediently dissolved the starter and salt in his mouth, then poked at it with his fingers over and over again.
Zhang Changyao held up a water glass and served the child, watching with a wide grin.
"Uncle, when did you sober up?" Du Qiu asked Yang Deming anxiously, his mouth still slurring.
"Why are you asking this? Go to sleep." Yang Deming pointed to the last remaining quilt on the pile of blankets.
"Dad, are you also afraid of wolves attacking us? Otherwise, why did you sober up so quickly?"
Zhang Changyao knew that Yang Deming was competitive, so he said that on purpose.
"I'm afraid of wolves, son-in-law. You're looking down on your father-in-law by saying that."
Back in the day, my father and I, each with a gun, rode our horses, darting in and out of packs of wolves several times.
Yang Deming took a big puff of the toad head, which made him cough.
"If you weren't afraid of wolves, how did you wake up so quickly? And no one woke you up?" Zhang Changyao continued to press.
"That's because I wasn't drunk at all, and I didn't sleep, hahaha!"
Yang Deming flicked his hand, sending the cigarette butt flying so that it landed right in the basin of water on the ground.
The still-burning cigarette butt sank to the bottom with a "sizzle" when it met water.
"What? Uncle, you're not drunk? And you weren't asleep either?"
If someone wants to kill you or chop you up, why don't you move?
Du Qiu, who was pulling the quilt onto the kang (heated brick bed), stopped and asked in confusion.
"Du Qiu, you don't understand because you don't have a wife. I just wanted to test whether Zhao Xiulan really liked me."
This woman insisted on coming back to Ganggang Village with me, but I didn't want to bring her back.
I also want to know if what this woman is saying is true.
I didn't expect to alarm all of you, and now you all have to send me back.
With Changyao's aunt around, I had no choice but to play along.
"If you two hadn't pulled me back, I would have scared my in-laws half to death."
Yang Deming's face revealed a cunning, fox-like expression, with a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Dad, don't scare him. He goes crazy when he gets anxious."
Zhang Changyao pulled the mattress over and placed it at Yang Deming's feet.
He crawled into the blanket that Du Qiu had pulled over.
Du Qiu wasn't familiar with Zhang Changyao, and since she was sharing a bed with him, she didn't dare move. So she lifted Yang Dianjun's blanket and crawled inside.
Yang Dianjun sensed it was Du Qiu, so he stuck his buttocks out and forcefully pushed him outwards.
Du Qiu wasn't going to tolerate him and poked Yang Dianjun in the lower back with her finger.
Yang Dianjun immediately tucked his buttocks in to make room for him.
The door was pushed open in the morning. "Grandpa, you're back!" Yang Deming hadn't gotten up yet when Xiao Suo, who had been woken up by the urge to urinate, ran in.
Yang Yusuo, sixteen years old, tall and slender, with a round face, large eyes between her eyebrows, a high nose, and a small mouth.
He resembled his deceased father, with a touch of heroic spirit in his eyes and brows.
"Yu Suo, why aren't you helping your mother with the fire? What are you doing running in here?"
Yang Deming grabbed Yang Yusuo's hand, which was under the covers, and placed it on his chest to warm it.
"Grandpa, my mother said to let me see if it's my uncle-in-law."
My sister was going to town with Hu Xianjun to buy clothes, and taking a bus would be faster than walking.
Yang Yusuo rested his head on Yang Deming's pillow and told his grandfather.
"Doesn't Hu Xianjun have a donkey? Why do you want to walk there?" Yang Deming asked.
"Grandpa, Hu Xianjun is quite famous in our village now."
Any braying donkey should shut its mouth immediately when it sees him.