novelraw Chapter 220 Silly children and clever children are alike; both are their mother's precious darl
Chapter 220 Silly children and clever children are alike; both are their mother's precious darl
The silly boy caught the toilet paper ball with one hand and then tucked his hand under the covers.
A moment later, she pulled a blood cell that smelled fishy from under the covers and handed it to Yang Deming.
"You little rascal, this thing is all dirty and smelly, what are you going to do with it?"
Throw it on the ground, I'll poke it all out with a shovel tomorrow morning!
Yang Deming glared at Sha Dunzi, who chuckled.
He slapped the blood sphere onto the ground, and with a "splat," the dirty blood inside splattered everywhere.
Startled, Zhang Changyao jumped onto the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) next to Shadunzi.
It's common knowledge in rural areas that anyone who touches a woman's menstrual blood will suffer bad luck; even ghosts and spirits would avoid it.
"I can't handle this tiger, it made me spend a dollar to buy her a roll of toilet paper." Yang Deming leaned his buttocks forward.
He took out two more pieces of paper, folded them a few times, and spat on them twice.
Wet a piece of toilet paper, then turn around and wipe the blood off the fat, silly boy's hands.
"Brother Deming, I came all the way here for you, you can't just send me back like this, can you?"
Since you left that day, I haven't had a full night's sleep.
If it weren't for Wu Ni lying to me, I would have come to find you long ago.
It just so happens that you're short of someone on this kang (heated brick bed). I can help you cook a meal and do the laundry.
"We'll keep each other company in our old age. You won't lose out, and I won't take advantage of you. I still have some money, just in time for the New Year."
Zhao Xiulan used her foot to stop Zhang Kaiju from getting any closer to her.
She pleaded with Yang Deming, saying that she genuinely wanted to stay.
"Xiulan, it's not that I don't want you to stay, but Wang Fengxian, the mother of Shadunzi, is my lover in this village."
Wang Fengxian gave me all the money she made from her shamanistic rituals; how could I betray her conscience and dump her?
She's getting old and can't handle the idiot by herself, so I'll help her out whenever I can.
You are both women, you should understand her difficulties.
"Go back to your in-laws and live a good life. I'll visit you whenever I have time," Yang Deming gently persuaded Zhao Xiulan.
"Sigh!" Zhao Xiulan sighed and released her foot that had been kicking Zhang Kaiju to keep him away from her.
"Xiulan, I told you that Wuni's father couldn't have you, but you've been obsessed with him like a madman."
Now that you know he has a lover, will you come back with me?
Zhang Kaiju knelt forward, leaning on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) waiting for Zhao Xiulan's reply.
"Kaiju, stand up first. I have something to discuss with Brother Deming. We can talk about going home later."
Zhao Xiulan reached out and tugged at Zhang Kaiju's arm, and Zhang Kaiju stood up.
My unruly old legs were sore and numb that I couldn't stand steadily, and I almost fell backward.
Zhang Changyao rushed over, grabbed Zhang Kaiju by the waist, helped him up, and pushed him to sit on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Xiulan, just say what you need to say. I'll do what I can, and please don't make things difficult for me if I can't."
Yang Deming straightened his hunched back for a moment, then slumped down again.
His lips twitched, and his eyes darted around, afraid that Zhao Xiulan would give him a hard time.
"Brother Deming, my son Ma Pengsheng is still single. This child was kicked in the groin by Zheng Meizhi and is now impotent."
I was thinking, could you help me ask Silly Dumpling's mother? Aren't you two dating?
Whether Sha Dunzi is stupid or clever, at least he can keep Peng Sheng company after we die.
Zhao Xiulan looked at Yang Deming with longing eyes, placing all her hopes as a mother on him.
"Xiulan, what are you thinking? This child is already simple-minded and honest. What will you do if you take him back?"
She was so stubborn and headstrong that neither Wang Fengxian nor I could hold her down.
Don't get old and neglect your blessings to suffer.
Yang Deming hadn't expected this, and shook his head so hard he disagreed.
"Brother Deming, I won't hide it from you anymore, I'll tell you the truth."
I was thinking of finding a woman like that for Pengsheng, someone he could manipulate.
If he didn't have a wife, I don't know if he could still do *that*.
This child was born crooked and can't stand up on its own. If I don't help, who will?
Zhao Xiulan leaned forward, wanting to take Yang Deming's hand.
Yang Deming leaned back, turned around, and retreated to the foot of the kang (a heated brick bed) to avoid her hand.
"My dear in-law, my Xiulan is truly devoted to you, how could you be so heartless?"
She's not your own daughter, so why are you so quick to say yes or no?
Words are spoken, but actions are taken. You haven't even left the bed yet, but you're already shaking your head like a rattle drum.
What a waste of my Xiulan's kind and simple heart, all her good intentions towards you.
Zhang Kaiju spoke quickly at this moment, wanting to stand up for Zhao Xiulan.
"In-laws, this silly child is hard to please. Can you be good to him? Who can guarantee that?"
Don't underestimate the child just because she's simple-minded; her mother raised her by taking care of her little by little.
Both silly and clever children are a mother's precious treasure.
How could you let me know that you're good to him? I'll talk to you about it then.
The simpleton stayed by Yang Deming's side, and he developed feelings for the simpleton.
He was worried that Ma Pengsheng would treat Sha Dunzi badly, and that he himself would become the one who harmed Sha Dunzi.
"Brother Deming, please let Changyao and Wuni look after my shed."
If she treats Shadunzi even the slightest bit badly, you should immediately take the child back.
"You don't trust me, but you don't even trust your own son-in-law?"
Zhao Xiulan pulled Zhang Changyao aside and asked him to give the man who was supervising the stables a gift.
"Aunt Xiulan, don't look at me like that. I'm so busy all day. I don't have time to go and watch over people on their kang (heated brick bed)."
Besides, it's just a couple's life; what others think is irrelevant.
Zhang Changyao wasn't going to take the blame for her, nor did he want to be implicated by his mortal enemy, Ma Pengsheng.
"Young man, how dare you talk to your Aunt Xiulan like that? Who told you to go and watch over her bed?"
I think you're deliberately trying to prevent your Aunt Xiulan from coming back with me.
"Quickly promise your father-in-law that you'll help watch over the stables, or I'll die here."
After being rebuked by Zhao Xiulan, Zhang Kaiju immediately straightened up and glared at Zhang Changyao with his eyes narrowed.
"Fine, you're the father, I can't beat you."
"Father, please ask around for me. I'll keep an eye on the stables for you."
If this kid dares to bully the simpleton, I'll stuff him into the stove and burn him as firewood.
Zhang Changyao was unwilling but had no choice but to speak, so he said it angrily.
"Hey! Anyway, it's almost dawn, you guys wait here, I'll go ask for you."
Yang Deming got off the ground, dusted off the cigarette ash from his trousers, put on his cotton-padded coat, and went outside.
Half an hour later, as dawn was breaking, Yang Deming pushed open the door and walked in.
"Brother Deming, how is it?" Zhao Xiulan got down and grabbed Yang Deming's sleeve.
"It's settled, but they have a requirement: a bride price of two hundred yuan, not a penny less."
The traditional betrothal ceremony, the formal marriage—everything others have, even a simpleton must have.
Don't underestimate our silly son just because he's a bit simple-minded; he deliberately skips formalities.
If we weren't taken seriously when we got married, no one will care about our children in the future.
"My daughter Wuni is a prime example. Even now, some people still don't consider her Old Zhang's daughter-in-law."
Yang Deming pointed at Zhang Kaiju and said to him without any regard for his dignity.
"My dear in-law, how dare you talk to me like that? How could I not consider Wu Ni as Old Zhang's daughter-in-law?"