Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Chapter 229 Even if the King of Hell himself delivered the chapter, he wouldn't survive.

The other voice was clearly Zheng Jingren's; his voice was hoarse, and after his pleas went unanswered, he could only utter harsh words.

"Old man, just remember this: as long as your daughter is still living with me, you can forget about escaping from my clutches."

If you want to die in your own house and use it as a graveyard, that won't work.

Just remember this: if you obediently listen to me, you'll get what's coming to you.

There's only one consequence for disobedience: the little knuckles on your wrists will fall off quickly.

Hou Da Yanjing continued to threaten Zheng Jingren, who remained motionless as if he were being strangled.

A moment later, he came out of the outhouse, holding one hand with the other, and went back into the house with his head down.

Zhang Changyao and Yang Wuni didn't dare to move, waiting for Hou Da's eyes to come out.

After hearing the sound of urination, Hou Da Yanjing came out, carrying a cotton quilt in his arms.

Hou Da Yan didn't go inside; he went straight out of the courtyard and headed towards the west hillside.

"Wu Ni, I bet the child that boy is holding in his arms is Zheng Meizhi's child."

This kid doesn't want to raise a child that isn't his own; he wants to let the child freeze to death.

Zhang Changyao helped Yang Wuni up and brushed the snow off her body.

"Ah! Zhang Changyao, you abandoned your newborn baby on the mountain?"

Hou Da-yanjing is really heartless. If you don't want to raise it, you can give it away.

The snow is falling so heavily, even adults can't stand it, the children will really freeze to death in no time.

Yang Wuni was being led by the hand by Zhang Changyao, and she was muttering to herself as they walked.

"What should we do? How can we interfere in other people's business? Zheng Meizhi can't even tell who's good and who's bad?"

If we take the child back and return him to his family, will Hou Da Yanjing be able to raise him?

"We don't want the child to end up in our hands; that would be asking for trouble."

Zhang Changyao turned around, brushed the snow off Yang Wuni's head with his hand, and comforted her.

"Zhang Changyao, if my mother had died before I turned five when I was little, would I have been left on the mountain?"

If I end up like this child, you won't be able to marry me.

If you can't marry me, you'll try every means to get a hundred dollars.

If you have one hundred dollars, you can marry Zheng Meizhi and make her your wife.

Even if your second brother is a complete scoundrel, he would never sleep with Zheng Meizhi, who became your wife.

If the two of them hadn't crawled into the willow grove, they wouldn't have had this child who was unwanted by his father.

To put it bluntly, it's my fault; I shouldn't have been alive.

Yang Wuni sobbed softly, worried about the child.

"Come on, Wu Ni, let's follow Hou the Big Eyes from a distance and see where he puts the child."

Zhang Changyao pulled Yang Wuni and turned around, heading towards where Hou Da Yanjing had gone.

"Zhang Changyao, if no one else wants this child, we'll take him. It's just a bite to eat, isn't it?"

"Children are simple-minded and ask for nothing. Just feed them, give them water, and make sure they don't freeze to death."

Yang Wuni sniffed, shook the snow off her sleeve, and wiped away her tears.

She rested her head on Zhang Changyao's shoulder, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Wu Ni, we can't raise this child. Let's take the child back first, and think of something else before the child freezes to death."

No matter what, it's still a life. We saw it; it's just that God didn't want her to die.

Zhang Changyao pulled Yang Wuni and hid behind a woodpile to avoid Hou Da's returning eyes.

After Hou Da Yanjing entered the village, Zhang Changyao got up and pulled Yang Wuni along.

The two of them ran quickly through the snow in the direction Hou Da Yanjing had gone.

The flowery cotton quilt was wrapped in white, cotton-like snow-covered barley, and could be seen from afar.

"Wu Ni, there's a mining pit here. The snow is too deep, don't fall in."

"Wait here for me, I'll tentatively go over and bring the child back."

Zhang Changyao pulled Yang Wuni back, telling her to stand still and wait for him.

I trudged forward with my feet firmly on the ground, slowly approaching the child.

Only after confirming that it wasn't the deepest mining pit did he slowly bend down, pick up the child, and walk back.

"Zhang Changyao, let me check if she's still alive. If she's dead, we'll bury her."

I've heard people say that whether it's a person or an animal, if they die and aren't buried, they'll become wandering ghosts.

Yang Wuni unbuttoned her cotton-padded jacket, gesturing to Zhang Changyao.

She put the child's blanket into her arms to shield him from the falling snow and the wind.

The two of them, heads facing each other, slowly lifted a corner of the small blanket.

The little one inside the blanket had his wet baby hair sticking stiffly to his head.

His face was purplish-blue, his lower lip was still covering his upper lip, and his head was tilted upwards, looking like he was starving and looking for milk.

With his eyes half-open and half-closed, and his breathing so faint that Zhang Changyao had to bring his mouth close to feel even a tiny bit of cool air.

"Wu Ni, I'm not going to worry about you anymore. Just walk back slowly and don't rush."

I need to run back as fast as I can so that the child has a chance to survive.

Seeing the child like this, Zhang Changyao began to feel nervous and covered the child up.

He then pulled Yang Wuni's open cotton-padded jacket over her shoulders and helped her fasten the buttons.

He took Yang Wuni a few steps and, having made up his mind, discussed it with her.

"Zhang Changyao, as long as the child can live, you don't need to worry about me."

I'm not afraid of anything, so what do you have to worry about?

Hearing that there was still hope for the child, Yang Wuni pushed Zhang Changyao and told him to leave without worry.

Zhang Changyao was still worried and glanced at Yang Wuni again.

As soon as it took a big step, the donkey, as if startled, ran home like the wind.

Yang Deshan and Liao Zhi had already turned off the lights and were preparing to sleep. Only the faint red light of the radio was flashing and the radio was playing softly.

"Uncle, please pick it up quickly and save this little thing."

What kind of needle did you give me? I remember my dad telling you it could save lives.

Zhang Changyao became unsteady, kicking open two doors one after another and rushing into the house.

"Zhang Changyao, what couple? Did something happen to Wu Ni? Tell me quickly!"

Liao Zhi was startled. Not hearing Wu Ni speak, he nervously turned his head to look at Zhang Changyao.

"Liao Zhi, Wu Ni is alright. We found a newborn baby in the snow."

He was barely alive, his face was frozen purple, and he was probably about to die.

I was thinking of having my uncle try giving her a couple of injections, just like he did to me.

Zhang Changyao was so focused on saving the child that he didn't notice the changes in Liao Zhi.

Yang Deshan understood Zhang Changyao's meaning, quickly put on his clothes, and walked around Liao Zhi's feet.

He knelt beside the child Zhang Changyao had placed on the kang (a heated brick bed), opened the small quilt, and looked down.

"The amniotic fluid was frozen into a layer of ice, sticking to the baby's body. I reckon it will need to be rubbed off and allowed to thaw completely."

Changyao, put the leftover milk from Wenda's meal into a ladle and scald it with hot water.

I'll try giving him an injection. If he can open his mouth to nurse, he won't die.

The person who abandoned the child still had a tiny bit of conscience. In the dead of winter, if the child wasn't wrapped in a blanket, he would die if he went outside.

"Even if the King of Hell himself sent you back, let alone thirteen needles, you still wouldn't survive."