The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 88 You Have to Listen to Your Wife
The bright moonlight, scattered on the snow, looked like a burning silver flame.

After having their evening meal, they set off again. The old ox was panting heavily, stopping to rest every few steps, and the distance between it and the group ahead gradually increased.

They are all old, weak, sick and disabled. If they fall too far behind, and bandits suddenly appear, it will be no laughing matter.

The road was flanked by mountains and forests, with swaying shadows of trees, making it look extremely dark, with the occasional strange cries of night birds rising and falling.

Yu Tingwan fed the old ox a few mouthfuls of hay to soothe it and tried to pull it forward.

Hui Niang was extremely anxious about this, and then she saw the old ox being pulled forward and staggering a few steps.

Hui Niang: ...

I always knew that my stepmother was strong, but I never imagined she was this strong.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She doesn't seem to be using much force yet?

The wheels rolled forward.

The old ox staggered a dozen steps before finally catching up with the pace, regaining its balance, and allowing the oxcart to return to its previous smoothness.

Unlike the previous struggle, it walked with extraordinary ease this time.

Very confident!
He wasn't even out of breath.

Even quickly.

Yu Tingwan: ...

It's quite baffling.

However, this is a good thing, and the girl is happy to see it happen.

She and Hui Niang both breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that the old ox would strike again, so they didn't get back on the carriage and instead led the way by holding the reins.

The girl exhaled a cold breath.

“That Magistrate Yang is a good official who does practical things for the people.”

Hui Niang said softly, "I'll take on any wrongful conviction case."

These words...

Yu Tingwan turned her head: "What was the result?"

Hui Niang made a gesture: "I inquired before, and they said that they received a hundred cases in half a year and solved more than thirty of them."

"However, I offended a lot of people for this, and was even blindfolded and beaten so badly that I almost lost half my life."

Holding the torch that Yang Weiwen had sent by the constable before they set off, Hui Niang sighed, "If he had been in charge of our Ze County, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."

Yu Tingwan remained silent.

It's good, really.

But he doesn't seem very smart; he's stubborn.

Therefore, he was isolated by the other county magistrates.

Being sent to this place, even with great ambitions, it is extremely difficult to stand out, not compromise one's integrity, and remain incorruptible.

The world is a murky place, and going with the flow is the norm.

While Hui Niang was speaking, the crow flapped its wings and landed on the oxcart. Its tiny, beady eyes stopped rolling around, and it was as quiet as a quail.

Yue Shan has already gone to sleep.

Wei Zhao, however, remained conscious.

He stared expressionlessly at the enormous creature that had suddenly appeared.

Under the cover of darkness, Fu Meng had been following them for quite some time.

Yes, it buried its head and used its head to push the carriage forward.

Perhaps fearing retribution from Wei Zhao, Fu Meng dared not even look at his expression.

It merely tentatively reached out its paw towards Wei Zhao.

Before it could even touch him, Wei Zhao slapped it away without any mercy.

Fu Meng's claws froze in mid-air, dejected, but he didn't retract them.

It continued to push forward effortlessly, and after an unknown amount of time, its paws once again snuggled up to Wei Zhao in a flattering manner.

I got photographed again.

Fu Meng's fierce eyes flashed with confusion, and he felt very aggrieved about it.

In the past, it would have roared because of its bad temper!

But I feel guilty and dare not do it now.

The crow watched with trepidation.

A flicker of pity crossed its eyes for Fu Meng's reckless death.

The crow straightened its back and flew over, trying to soothe the crow.

He was slapped away by Meng Fu.

Sudden.

Yu Tingwan heard a mournful bird cry from the oxcart behind her.

"Gah!"

Before she could even turn around to check, she saw a blue crow flying over, trembling.

It's unknown how much abuse it suffered; countless feathers have fallen out.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

"Husband."

"you will not……"

Before the words were finished, Wei Zhao's cool voice rang out.

"Yes, it's me. I'm so ruthless that I don't even spare birds."

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When they finally stopped to rest, everyone was exhausted.

Fu Meng quietly went to lie down in the nearby woods, and no one knew that it had been there.

Yu Tingwan was very sleepy.

The oxcart was too small; there wasn't enough room for them to sleep.

Conditions were poor, and there wasn't much to worry about outside. Braving the biting cold wind, the girl pulled a few planks from the oxcart, put them together on the ground, and she and Huiniang covered themselves with blankets and went to sleep.

The night grew thicker.

The howling wind rustled the leaves and blew against my face, feeling like a sharp dagger slicing through my skin.

There's nowhere as comfortable as home.

In her daze, she heard rustling sounds.

Yu Tingwan struggled to open her eyes and saw someone sit up.

This figure is definitely not Yue Shan.

Before she could speak, Wei Zhao lit the kerosene lamp.

Wei Zhao's lips were a deep purple.

But he was covered with the thickest quilt in the house.

There was also a small pot of burning charcoal in the car.

It can be said that Yu Tingwan and Huiniang, two frail women, gave him everything they could.

Wei Zhao knew how bad his health was. Even at this point, he wasn't so unaware of his own limitations that he insisted on trying to force himself to switch places with them.

He completely covered the Yue Mountain next to it.

The itching in my throat was unbearable, and drinking water didn't relieve it at all.

He seemed to notice that the girl's eyes were fixed on him, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took out a needle from the corner.

It was what Hui Niang usually used for sewing clothes; he just grabbed it before leaving the house.

Wei Zhao wiped it with a cloth and then placed it on a kerosene lamp to heat it.

A soft, ethereal voice reached my ears.

"what are you doing?"

Yu Tingwan walked over unnoticed, staring intently at him.

Wei Zhao said calmly, "Bleeding."

Yu Tingwan couldn't understand.

However, Wei Zhao directly pierced the skin and flesh with the needle.

The medicine he's been taking these past few days has been working well. He checked his pulse on the way and there are still four days left.

He said a few days ago that he only had five days left to live.

It's clear that Old Man Qian was right when he said that eating ginseng could prolong life.

But with such a fundamental condition, even the best medicine will be ineffective.

We can only hold on for a few more days at most.

Wei Zhao asked, "At this rate, how long will it take to reach the town/county?"

This is the road that Yu Tingwan walked when Hu Dazhu brought her back.

She subconsciously did a rough calculation: "The road is difficult to travel. I estimate it will take two more days to reach the town, and another day to get from the town to the city."

Wei Zhao remained silent for a long time: "Not enough."

There's only one day left, and I'm worried that time is running out.

If something unexpected happens...

Yu Tingwan didn't understand his implied meaning. Before she could think about it, she saw Wei Zhao prick her once, then twice...

It looks very realistic, as if it really is a life-saving acupoint.

Yu Tingwan was momentarily taken aback.

She opened her mouth, her breath catching slightly, and whispered, "Be gentle."

The girl's voice trembled slightly.

"You know Granny Fan's silly nephew, right?"

"When he was a child, he was playing with needles and pricked himself hard a few times. He then convulsed and foamed at the mouth. When he woke up, he was mentally impaired."

Wei Shen already has health problems; what if something else goes wrong?
Wei Zhao inserted more than fifty needles, and the last few needles landed on his fingertips, causing thick blood to gush out.

Wei Zhao said quietly, "Half a day."

It took another half day.

Unfortunately, this method can only be used once.

He had seen military doctors use it, and they said that he had consulted ancient books from medical families and studied the acupuncture techniques of Master Pan from the previous dynasty, combining the two to develop it.

But Wei Shao couldn't perform even the most difficult acupuncture techniques.

Yu Tingwan was already very angry and reached out her hand: "Give me the needle."

Wei Zhao heard her use a coaxing tone, as if she were talking to a child.

"You have to listen to your wife in everything."

(End of this chapter)