The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 237 It's just...not used to it
The wheels rolled on, leaving the government office behind.

Yu Tingwan had no idea how much turmoil her words had stirred in Wei Zhao's heart.

She's always like this; when she tries to say sweet nothings, it sounds dry and fake. But the words she says unintentionally are captivating without you even realizing it.

After leaving the government office, the streets were bustling with people, and noise and laughter filled the air.

She lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside.

With corrupt officials executed, life is no longer so difficult for ordinary people.

But... amidst the bitterness, ignorance became the norm; the ephemeral mushroom knew not the dawn and dusk, and the cicada knew not the spring and autumn.

It's truly pathetic.

It's no wonder, her parents insisted she study before they died. Only by distinguishing right from wrong could she avoid being corrupted by worldly affairs.

Yu Tingwan suddenly said, "Power is a good thing."

Wei Zhao lowered his eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if he were thinking of something: "Who says it isn't true?"

Yu Tingwan said gently, "Just now when I was in the yamen, the magistrate almost brought me a chair to sit down."

She frowned as she said this.

“If we follow the rules, the courtroom is the most rigorous place.”

She briefly told Wei Zhao what had just happened.

“When Widow Jiang’s parents and in-laws arrived, they were unwilling to sign the severance agreement.”

Shameless, I'm home now.

"Her parents were vicious, shouting and cursing her for being unfilial. If it weren't for the county magistrate's presence, they probably would have attacked her. Her in-laws were even more incessant in their cursing, saying how dare she disturb the yamen with such a trivial matter."

They clearly never cared about their granddaughter, but when they heard they had to sign a letter of severance, they became unhappy. They cried and complained that she was their youngest son's only bloodline, the apple of their eye.

That's disgusting to hear.

It was filled with nothing but hypocrisy.

It's true that Widow Jiang will bear the brunt of the criticism, but the vicious reputation of her in-laws for mistreating and not tolerating their daughter-in-law and granddaughter will also spread.

They had separated long ago. Widow Jiang's husband was the second son in the family. Years ago, he injured his leg, and his parents-in-law were unwilling to give him money for treatment, so they separated the couple and she went to live with her eldest son.

The couple borrowed money from all over the place and got their leg treated.

The man also became estranged from his parents because of this.

But he proved himself capable and managed to buy a house in a good location, thus securing a place to live.

Unfortunately, the good times are not long.

Seeing that the person had left, the in-laws started thinking and decided to sell the house.

With money and more money in hand, the eldest son's several beloved grandchildren can eat meat every meal.

Yu Tingwan: "You didn't see it, but when you cried, not a single tear came out."

"Finally, they relented and said that signing the severance agreement was acceptable, but the house belonged to their son and could not be left to outsiders."

outsider.

I don't know how I could say it.

If the house is really given to them, where will Widow Jiang and her child go?
"The magistrate didn't bother with these people at all; he simply ordered the constables to take the people and have them put their fingerprints on the letter of severance."

Who dares to disagree?

If they don't submit, beat them up, and they'll submit.

This is clearly not done according to the rules.

But that's exactly what he did, without any hesitation.

Yu Tingwan turned to look at Wei Zhao after saying this.

"Shunzi had not revealed her identity before this."

She pursed her lips: "To make the magistrate do this, I think the entire Ze County... must be the work of Imperial Censor He."

Wei Zhao stared at her and asked, "Don't you want to accept his favor?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan nonchalantly fiddled with the ruby ​​at her waist.

Calm to the core.

“He wanted to do it; I was unaware of it beforehand, and he didn’t ask for it on my behalf.”

Even without He Xuran, the outcome of the case would not have changed.

"I just……"

Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'm not used to it."

He wasn't used to people he didn't know well being kind to her. Wei Zhao reached out and pulled her into his arms. His fingertips caressed the girl's round, white earlobe.

There are no ear piercings on it.

"He's good to you, so just accept it."

"He Xuran did it willingly, not because she was forced by others. If you don't like it, don't take it to heart."

Wei Zhao said calmly, "Just keep me in your heart."

Yu Tingwan: ...

All that talk was just to set the stage for the last sentence.

She was annoyed.

"where are we going?"

Wei Zhao: "Didn't you want to eat hot pot?"

His mention of it reminded Yu Tingwan of it.

This was a way of eating that Hui Niang had mentioned to her.

They say that the processed beef and mutton are sliced ​​thinly, boiled in a pot of boiling water, and served with a special dipping sauce, making them very fragrant.

She took it to heart.

But since there was no dedicated boiler at home, it was impossible to cook the food in the large iron pot in the kitchen. So they had no choice but to buy it from outside.

There's no readily available food; this way of eating is rare in Ze County. Ordinary families are content with just filling their stomachs and wouldn't go to great lengths to prepare food.

Customization is the only option.

They said they would pick it up in three days.

The day has indeed come.

Yu Tingwan glanced at the sky; it was almost noon. "Then take your breakfast back."

Bie Huiniang and the others ate it.

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The Wei family soldiers who stayed at the post station rarely went out.

We've run out of paper money and incense, so we need to buy more.

The group, lacking spirits, wandered aimlessly through the streets.

"We don't have many candles left, so we need to prepare more."

"Buy the most expensive and the best."

"Is there enough silver? We can't let the general suffer. I want him to be the richest man in the underworld."

“I want to burn some paper money of beautiful women. The general never married. But as you know, the general was not interested in women. He found the chatter of women too noisy. Whenever we talked dirty, the general would either go back to his tent or not say a word.”

"The general is inexperienced, how can he interrupt us? Aren't you just making things difficult for him?"

"If... if the general had left behind a son or daughter, there would be many more. But let alone a son or daughter, in all these years, I have never seen the general get close to any girl."

When Wei Zhao was mentioned, a glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of the group.

"I heard from Dr. Ge that most of the young ladies in the capital want to become our general's wife. But the general has never even given them a second glance."

“Some even threw themselves at him, but the general, annoyed by the constant attempts, simply treated them as spies and sent them to the Jingzhao Prefecture.”

"So, if he's unhappy with my decision to burn the paper effigy of the beautiful maid, he might come to me in a dream to reprimand me."

This makes one feel sad.

"But...it's been so long, and I've never dreamed of the general even once."

One of the men, whose face was dark and who had been silent since leaving the post station, was nudged on the shoulder: "Lingzhe, what's wrong?"

Ling Zhe snapped out of his daze: "My eyelids keep twitching; I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

Everyone fell silent.

When the general was in danger, Ling Zhe said that his eyelids kept twitching.

Suddenly, Lingzhe looked up sharply in one direction.

A horse-drawn carriage was parked outside a shop selling pots, pans, and other general merchandise.

The carriage was very ordinary!
But the person waiting by the carriage was anything but ordinary.

Isn't this Rong Di, who has been missing for a long time and can't be contacted?

what's up!
He's the general's right-hand man!
He and his deputy, Chi Yu, were evenly matched in a fight.

He... he actually worked as a rickshaw driver?!