The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 115 Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t ask
As dawn broke, a thin ray of light pierced through the clouds.

The sounds of roosters crowing echoed throughout the countryside.

The road was rugged and uneven, with occasional bumps and boulders.

After driving the oxcart all night, Hu Dalang felt no sleepiness whatsoever, and the eagerness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Hu Dazhu, who hadn't spoken a word the whole way, slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.

"Da Lang."

He closed his eyes, and in just one night, he looked much older: "Do you think your father was wrong?"

The seemingly random sentence left Hu Dalang stunned.

"Wha...what?"

Everyone knows how much Hu Dazhu values ​​his niece.

The fact that Yu Tingwan was getting married was a far greater blow to him than the abuse of his newborn granddaughter.

Hu Dalang asked cautiously, "I know Father is worried about Wanniang. The Wei family is indeed not a good match. But..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hu Dazhu interrupted her: "Do you remember what I said to you when I brought Wan Niang back home back then?"

remember.

Hu Dazhu solemnly ordered him to kneel down in the direction of the county town.

"Your aunt is gone, kowtow to her three times."

"Dalang, your father wants you to remember this: our family owes your aunt something, and you must remember it for the rest of your life."

"You have to treat her the same way you treat Erlang."

Hu Dalang knew that Hu Dazhu was completely heartbroken.

Not to mention Hu Dazhu, even he was feeling unwell.

My stepmother is such a good person, she should marry my second brother, it would be a double blessing!

How could it be... how could it be...

With Wei Shen so badly injured, how could he be worthy of Wan Niang!

He was tongue-tied and couldn't offer any words of comfort, so he silently continued driving the horse.

At this moment, a group of gossipy women, led by Granny Fan, were sitting together at the village entrance, talking amongst themselves.

"The county town has been bustling these past few days, with hordes of people heading over there."

"The Zhu family in the next village was so poor that they were practically bankrupt. Years ago, their son was beaten to death by a client while working as a farmhand in the county town. After hearing the news, the old couple limped off to the Zexian post station."

“I remember they weren’t originally lame. They were reported to the authorities back then, seeking justice for their son, and were brutally beaten and had their legs broken by the constables. Those constables were relatives of the Zhu family.”

Granny Fan pursed her lips and shook her head: "Those two are also in a bad situation."

“My son is gone, my daughter-in-law ran away with her lover, leaving only my grandson, who fell seriously ill two years ago and didn’t make it through.”

Someone lowered their voice: "Have you heard? The entire He family is in jail."

Which He family?

The man pointed mysteriously in the direction of the second branch of the Wei family.

"Who else could it be? The one who harmed Xiaoniang back then."

"Pah! That family is utterly depraved. I think this is retribution! If Hui Niang knew, she would be overjoyed."

When this is mentioned, they can't help but say a few words.

"I wonder how Wei Jia's son is doing. When I left, I went after him to take a look, and he was barely breathing."

"They're just making a fuss, insisting on going out to see a doctor. Do they think they can actually get better? They'd be better off digging a hole next to Xiao Niang's grave and buying a coffin there."

"Before Shouzhong set off, he was trying to raise money everywhere. If it weren't for the fact that he was also struggling in the village, I wouldn't have been willing to give him a single copper coin."

"If the treatment works, that's fine, but I'm afraid that after spending all that money, there won't be any results. With the Wei family's meager resources, who knows how long we'll have to wait to repay them?"

As the group continued talking, Granny Fan, with her sharp eyes, suddenly looked straight ahead in one direction.

"Look, who's back!"

"Hu Dazhu! That's Hu Dazhu."

"This is going to be interesting!"

Granny Fan exclaimed excitedly, "This is terrible! Wang Cuihua is finally going to suffer!"

Every time Hu Dazhu returned to the village, the villagers would greet him and even ask about Erlang.

Especially these gossipy women.

Extremely enthusiastic.

Hu Dazhu is capable of standing up straight.

But at that moment, the people standing at the village entrance were pointing and whispering at him.

Especially Granny Fan.

Granny Fan said loudly, "Dazhu, you're finally back! Go and discipline your wife!"

"Such a vicious and stupid woman, if it were me, I would absolutely not tolerate her."

“It’s one thing to torment the child, after all, she’s a girl. Even if she’s dead, Dalang and the others can have another one.” “But she’s tormenting her stepmother. I, an outsider, can’t stand to watch.”

Granny Fan raised her chin and sighed insincerely, "Your dear sister only has one daughter, your stepmother. People must never forget their roots. We all covered up what happened back then for you and dared not mention a word, for fear that your stepmother would resent you. But just because we didn't say anything doesn't mean it didn't happen."

Hu Dazhu didn't dare to listen to a single word.

Over the years, he has also frequently suffered from nightmares.

In the dream, the little sister looked at him with tears in her eyes, and also with hatred.

Hu Dazhu remained silent with a sullen face, and directly told Hu Dalang to hurry home.

"father."

Hu Dalang asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by 'what happened back then'?"

Hu Dazhu said sternly, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask!"

As the oxcart carried the people away, Granny Fan spat on the ground.

"What the hell."

"Does he really think he's something special?"

Her outburst just now terrified the women nearby.

"Shut up already. That happened so long ago, why are you bringing it up again? Haven't you had enough of being beaten by your man yet?"

Upon hearing this, Granny Fan shrank back.

She was still afraid of being beaten.

Can……

The angrier Hu Dazhu got, the more Wang Cuihua would suffer, and the happier she became!
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Hu family.

Wang was unaware that danger was imminent.

She was sitting in the yard eating sunflower seeds, and she didn't look too well.

The young wife of the Wu family next door went into labor last night and gave birth to a son.

Hearing the cheerful laughter from next door, Wang's face darkened.

What's so great about it!

She was upset and couldn't even enjoy eating sunflower seeds.

She stood up abruptly and went to Xiao Xu's room.

He screamed and cursed!

"You good-for-nothing!"

“You married into the family earlier than the neighbor’s wife, and you also found out you were pregnant before her.”

"She gets eggs cooked for her next door, but have I skimped on yours?"

"The neighbors won't let her work in the fields, but are you getting too tired at home?"

"Why did other people have sons while you had a money-losing child?"

Ms. Xu didn't dare to say a word and kept her head down.

The baby girl next to her had just been soothed to sleep when she was startled awake again.

Before she even opened her eyes, she started crying, but her cries sounded like a cat's meow.

Very weak.

"Bang" sound.

The door to the Hu family's house was kicked open.

Wang turned her head to look.

"The head of the household is finally back?"

Her face was full of joy, and she stopped scolding Xiao Xu and hurriedly went to greet her.

"Where's Erlang? Didn't Erlang come back with you?"

"With you all away, the New Year was especially quiet. It's good that you're back. You've both lost weight, so you need to eat more. I'll go get some meat and cook you some good dishes."

Wang's smile grew wider and wider, then she realized something was wrong.

Hu Dazhu looked at her with a gloomy expression.

It was as if he were looking at an enemy.

That look in your eyes is terrifying.

It was so terrifying that it reminded her of more than twenty years ago. Hu Dazhu had looked at him the same way.

He even threatened to divorce her back then, and it wasn't for his parents stopping him...

Wang took a few steps back.

But Hu Dazhu strode forward, raised his hand without saying a word, and slapped her hard across the face.