novelraw Chapter 221 If you need to poop, sit on the chapter.
Chapter 221 If you need to poop, sit on the chapter.
Zhang Kaiju couldn't take it anymore and responded to Yang Deming with a sarcastic and scathing retort.
"Hey in-law, what are you going to do about it? If you're not happy, go out and have a go, and I'll take your hips off."
If I hadn't been pretending to be drunk to tease you guys that day, I would have already broken half of your arm with a horizontal chop.
Yang Deming raised his right hand and made a diagonal slash, the palm wind whistling past Zhang Kaiju's left cheek.
"Huh? What did you mean, pretending to be asleep?" Zhang Kaiju had a feeling he was being made a fool of and asked in disbelief.
"Yeah! I pretended to be asleep while I was drinking at your house, just to tease you."
You old codger, you're really lucky. If Xiulan hadn't stopped you, your son would have been holding you.
I didn't let you touch me, otherwise I would have definitely ripped your arms and legs off.
"Based on the dates, you old rascal, you should have finished your seven-day mourning rituals by now!"
Yang Deming fiddled with his fingers, counting the days.
"My son, listen to this! Is your father-in-law even speaking human language?"
"How can I, your father, who's already so old, let him make a fool of me like this?"
Zhang Kaiju looked at Zhang Changyao with a wronged expression, hoping his son would avenge him.
"Dad, can't you two old folks get down to business?"
"Look at my Aunt Xiulan's face, you've almost made her turn blue with anger!"
Zhang Changyao changed the subject and shifted his focus to Zhao Xiulan.
"Zhang Kaiju, you old bastard, are you here to see me?"
I'm talking to Pengsheng about getting married. Look what you're doing.
"What? You're blaming Brother Deming for pretending to be stupid and not hitting you?" Zhao Xiulan turned her face, put her hands on her hips, and scolded Zhang Kaiju.
Zhang Kaiju immediately gripped the iron, leaned against the wall by the door, and sulked, not daring to utter a sound.
"Xiulan, this is Wang Fengxian's request. If you agree, I'll introduce you to her. If you don't agree, just pretend nothing happened."
Yang Deshan went to buy more toilet paper balls to change Shadunzi's paper.
"Dad, this paper isn't used like this. I'll teach Shadunzi."
"You idiot, watch me fold it a few times, then stuff it in, won't it feel awkward?"
Zhang Changyao tore off a few sheets of paper, stacked them together, and then folded the two sides together.
I demonstrated it to the silly girl several times and let her try it herself a few times.
The silly boy thought it was fun, so he kept folding the paper in his hand.
Zhang Changyao watched as Sha Dunzi learned to fold paper, so he picked up a piece of paper.
He stuffed it into his crotch and then took it out, showing her how to use it.
Although the simpleton looked foolish, he learned quite quickly. After being shown twice, he knew to run out and change the paper on his own.
"Son-in-law, if I had known I would teach her this way, I would have thought this child wouldn't be able to learn anything!"
Yang Deming said embarrassedly, a hint of shyness appearing on his face.
"Brother Deming, I've thought it through. I agree to do as you say."
I see that Changyao teaches this child things, and she can learn them, which proves that she's not stupid.
"Take me to meet Sha Dunzi's mother now, so I can get acquainted with my future in-laws."
Seeing that Sha Dunzi had cleanly changed the paper and ran back, Zhao Xiulan immediately made a decision.
"Son-in-law, you should come along too, and help write down what needs to be prepared."
Yang Deming said something and walked ahead, with Zhao Xiulan following behind, and Zhang Changyao and his son following at a distance.
Shadun grabbed Yang Deming by the back of his shirt and followed him home like a little puppy.
Wang Fengxian hadn't expected Zhao Xiulan to agree to such a demanding request, so she hadn't made any preparations.
She was wearing a patched, brightly colored apron with a slit around her neck and a white polyester hat.
He was squatting at the entrance of the stove pit, stuffing corn stalks into the pit to cook pig feed.
Seeing Yang Deming bring Zhao Xiulan into the house, he couldn't help but feel jealous.
She had only heard Yang Deming say that Zhao Xiulan was unusually beautiful, but she never expected her to be so charming.
He couldn't help but tuck the gray hairs at his temples into his hat and wipe his mouth with his sleeve to hide his age.
"Wang Fengxian, this is Zhao Xiulan, the mother of the stable girl I just told you about."
They agreed to all your requests, so I'll take them to meet you.
Let's be frank and lay things out on the table, face to face.
The son-in-law is an educated man; he wrote down everything from both sides' requirements.
Sha Dunzi is different from normal children; we need to explain things clearly.
Once we marry him, Ma Pengsheng will complain that our silly son is stupid.
Not only will they not refund a single penny, but they also want some compensation for losses.
Our silly son has just this one pile, we didn't hide it.
A perfectly innocent young woman has been taken advantage of; she can't let this go unpunished.
Wang Fengxian doesn't need to say anything; I'm in charge of her home.
As long as you take good care of Shadunzi, we won't rush to pick him up.
Once the money and supplies were ready, we set a date.
Taking advantage of the extra money everyone had before the New Year, we held the weddings for the two children.
Yang Deming stood between the two women and said what needed to be said.
Wang Fengxian kept her head down, wiping her dry, wrinkled hands with her patched apron.
Every now and then, he would pick at the black dirt under his fingernails, roll it into a ball, and flick it onto the ground with his fingernail.
"Brother Deming, whatever you say goes. You can even run my household."
As long as the two children are doing well, we old folks can't be stingy with money.
Changyao, write down everything you need to write, and give me a copy when you're done so I can go home and check it off.
Zhao Xiulan patted Yang Deming's leg, then looked up at Wang Fengxian.
"Son-in-law, just write two identical ones, one for each family."
Yang Deming took two sheets from the tobacco basket at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed).
He handed the small notebook, which hadn't yet been torn into cigarette paper, to Zhang Changyao.
The front of the small regular script notebook was already filled with writing, so Zhang Changyao turned the notebook over and looked at the blank space on the back.
After clarifying Wang Fengxian's requirements, Zhang Changyao took out his Hero brand fountain pen and began writing on the paper.
The two sheets of paper are exactly the same, with no difference even in punctuation and symbols.
"I want this, let me see it." The simpleton saw Zhang Changyao put the pen in his shirt pocket and started to make a fuss about wanting it.
"Silly boy, I'll draw you a watch. You must wear it and never lose it."
Zhang Changyao took out a pen and drew the shape of a watch on Shadunzi's chapped arm, then told Shadunzi what time the hands indicated.
"I have a watch! I have a watch, Mom! Look, isn't it pretty?"
The silly boy happily held his wrists, sitting there too afraid to move.
"You idiot, you should cover your watch with your sleeve. If you hold it like that, someone will see it and steal it."
Zhang Changyao pulled down Shadunzi's sleeve to cover the watch.
Shadunzi covered his sleeves and sat down on the stool in front of the box, occasionally stealing a glance.
"Deming, I'd like to have the birth charts of these two children matched to see if they clash."
Wang Fengxian held the piece of paper Zhang Changyao had written on and hesitated.
"What's the point of matching birth dates? You're always causing trouble for no reason."
I think you're just reluctant to let that idiot get married; you're trying to take your shit back home.