The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 112 Raising a Girl Costs Money

Unable to leave the house, Yu Tingwan had to borrow a hoe from the Zhao family to push down the pile of earth that had been built up on the side to fill the pit.

She was strong, but she was still a girl, and doing this kind of thing was strenuous. She quickly became sweaty.

Without any extra tools, Hui Niang had to bring wooden planks from her home and place them over the pit so she could walk to the other side, squat down, and push the soil with her hands.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The girl bent over, using the hoe to support herself, and caught her breath. Just as she was about to get up after resting, she suddenly felt dizzy.

Many fragmented images flashed before my eyes.

It's a bit blurry.

But... what's thought-provoking is that she seems to be huffing and puffing as she fills a hole in the picture.

Dressed in white, the seriously ill Wei Shen leaned against the window, listlessly watching her.

Unlike the awkwardness of the moment, the girl dressed as a maid buried herself with great enthusiasm, as if she had done it many times before.

Wei Shen asked, "Are you tired?"

The young woman replied irritably, "What do you think, young master?"

Wei Shen: "Ha."

It's very infuriating.

The girl's lips parted and closed, and she couldn't help but start complaining.

Yu Tingwan was somewhat dazed and wanted to listen more carefully, but her head suddenly started to ache terribly.

"Wanmai, isn't that your father?!"

Hui Niang's delighted voice exploded from the other side.

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan looked in the direction of the alley entrance.

Wei Shouzhong saw them too and quickly came over.

Hui Niang didn't even bother to wipe her hands before walking over and pulling Wei Shouzhong up and down to look him over.

"The master has finally arrived."

“Yesterday I was telling my stepmother that I didn’t know when you would be able to find us, and I was afraid that something might happen on the way.”

Wei Shouzhong's biggest concern was: "How is Ah Lang?"

Hui Niang said, "I'm resting in the room. I've been taking medicine these past few days and my spirits have improved a lot."

As she spoke, she called out to her family.

"Yue Shan, look who's here."

Yue Shan ran out, and upon recognizing the person, even the most shy person was overjoyed and shouted, "Dad!"

Peng the hunter smiled when he saw his son.

Even though they had only been apart for a few days, he felt that Yue Shan's face had gotten fuller and his smile was much brighter.

Wei Shouzhong was in a daze.

However, after only a few days apart, they both ended up owning houses in the county town.

It was purchased in full.

He was dumbfounded when the clinic gave him the address.

Wei Shouzhong had many questions to ask, but what he needed to do now was let his mother and daughter-in-law rest while he buried the grave.

He was a farmer with plenty of strength, and he was extremely efficient at doing this kind of work.

Wei Shouzhong, worried that the path would be uneven after filling the pit, used a hoe to press down hard on the ground, making it flat and stable.

Hui Niang then said gently to Hunter Peng, "You must be exhausted from traveling these past few days. Go inside and rest first."

Peng the hunter accepted the hot tea that Yu Tingwan brought him, thanked her, and gulped it down.

"Auntie, I need to sell the wild game I hunted on the mountain to restaurants as soon as possible, and I also need to find a way to sell the few animal hides I have. I won't come in to sit down."

Upon hearing this, Hui Niang quickly replied, "Yes, you should focus on your business first. Come back for dinner later, and I'll cook some good dishes. You've really worked hard these past few days."

Inside the room, Wei Zhao leaned against the bed, his right leg bent, his hair disheveled, and his lips pale. A sense of fragility emerged with each cough.

His eyes were deep and intense.

With a quick glance, Rong Di casually tossed the letter that Qingya had delivered into the charcoal brazier.

The flames flickered and quickly engulfed the letter, leaving no trace.

That Mr. Dong was indeed extremely wealthy, with private property under his name so much that even he was astonished.

The Dong family's money is not clean.

The houses and fields that are out in the open... Wei Zhao can't touch these; he has to wait for the imperial court to seize them.

but……

Wei Zhao fell into deep thought. After Wei Shouzhong finished burying the pit, he came to see Wei Zhao without even washing his hands.

Although Hui Niang said that her husband was alright, she could only feel at ease after seeing it with her own eyes.

He looked at Wei Zhao, his eyes softening considerably.

He went in and said a lot.

Yes, it's still the same one-way output as before.

Wei Zhao didn't reply with a single word, but unlike others, he was listening attentively.

In the end, Hui Niang couldn't bear to look at him anymore. Seeing that Wei Shouzhong had dark circles under his eyes and was covered in dirt, she boiled a pot of water and sent him to the next room.

Yu Tingwan was rummaging through the two large baskets that Wei Shouzhong had brought from the village in the courtyard.

The basket was stuffed full; it contained all sorts of things.

After tidying up, Yu Tingwan went back to her room.

She walked to the bedside and sat down.

“We’ve slaughtered all the chickens we raised at the Wu family’s house, plucked their feathers, and brought them all over. It’s clear they’re here to nourish you.”

Wei Zhao glanced at her.

Yu Tingwan said to herself, "There's also cured meat, which she said was given by Granny Li."

“When Father came back to the room just now, he slipped three taels of silver into my hand, saying that he was not capable enough to get ginseng, but he was really worried that your health would not be able to withstand it, and that you would not have enough money while traveling, so he went from house to house to borrow it.”

Three or four ounces is a large sum of money for people in the countryside. But if it's for medicine or medical treatment, they're afraid it won't be enough.

Yu Tingwan sighed, "Our dad is so good."

Wei Zhao, however, was lost in his own thoughts and asked softly, "Do you like gold?"

Yu Tingwan replied without hesitation, "I like it."

Wei Zhao: "Oh."

He wanted the gold and silver jewelry in the Dong family's secret room.

What kind of national treasury is it being replenished?
It should be used to fill his private coffers.

Recruiting soldiers costs money, forging weapons costs money... and raising girls also costs money.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Unlike their previous life, the Hu family father and son did not rush home after the lockdown was lifted, and are still staying in the town.

The streets were bustling, and even as dusk approached, the sounds of various vendors calling out their wares never ceased.

Seeing that there were people selling rattles at the stall, Hu Dazhu stopped and said to Hu Dalang beside him.

"Judging by the time, your wife should be giving birth soon. I wonder if this pregnancy will add a new member or just another mouth to our Hu family."

"Adding a son" refers to a baby boy.

The baby girl is the one who was introduced to the mouth.

Hu Dalang's face was beaming: "Mother said it's a grandson, and I'm pretty sure it's true. If he goes to study with Erlang, who knows, our family might have another scholar."

Hu Dazhu nodded: "We country folk can't get ahead by relying on our small plots of land for generations. We still have to study."

“Look at the old scholar in the next village. He can go to the yamen every month to collect silver and grain. He’s so prestigious when he goes out. Not to mention the licentiates above him.”

Hu Dalang grinned.

He didn't care about that old scholar; he had taken the exam his whole life and was still just a scholar.

Erlang is different.

It is all thanks to Master Chu's high regard.

Even if it's my first time taking the provincial examination this year, I'm sure I'll pass.

Hu Dalang said, "Children from the countryside are easier to raise with humble names. I'm thinking of having Erlang give him a better name when he's older."

Big brothers are so common.

Yaozu immediately recognized him as someone destined for great things.

Hu Dalang hoped that his son could also benefit from being a scholar.

Just then, Hu Dazhu sighed.

"I wonder how Wan Niang is doing. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that your mother is cruel. I'm just afraid that Wan Niang will suffer."

This is true.

Hu Dalang nodded.

“Mother is indeed a shrew and unreasonable woman.”

He added, "My wife is no pushover either."