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Chapter 134 Loving My Wife!

Zhou Shijie stood there and listened. He used to be someone who had no opinions of his own and didn't want to face anything.

Now, the surroundings were so quiet that it felt as if he were the only one left.

"You're right, this kind of person should be drowned in a pig cage—"

After saying this, Zhou Shijie turned and left. He was no longer the second son of the Zhou family who dared not face anything. He also had his own emotions and thoughts.

He felt that the bitter fruit brought about by Yang Mu was deserved, and even came a little too late.

Although he was the son-in-law of the Yang family, he loved Yang Laidi, not the Yang family.

Since the Yang family bullied his wife, his stance was to stand only on his wife's side. Therefore, he would not only not speak up for Yang Mu, but he would also be happy to see it happen.

No matter who bullies his wife, he will never defend them.

Zhou Rui witnessed these things. Although this body was too old to know what love was, he knew it in his previous life.

In his previous life, his second uncle and aunt continued to love each other even after his death.

In this life, because of him, Second Uncle also underwent other changes, but what changed most was his love for his wife.

In modern parlance, it's called being love-struck.

Zhou Shijie left, leaving two women from the village looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Honey, these people from the Zhou family—why are they all so strange?"

"What's strange about it?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but I always feel like each of them has some kind of charm —"

"What are you doing, you old hag?! All three brothers are married!"

"So what? So what if you have a wife?"

"Didn't I hear that the third son of the Zhou family—seems to be at odds with his wife?"

When the group returned home, Zhou Shijie simply parked the tricycle quietly and then walked towards the stove.

Zhou's mother, Zeng Jiamei, and the others returned first to cook, since the whole family couldn't all wait to come back in the evening to cook.

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Zhou Shijie went to find Yang Laidi, and Zhou's mother then asked Zhou Rui, "Does he know?"

"Yes, I met two older women on the road, and they told me about it."

Clearly, Zeng Jiamei, who had returned home first, had already heard about this matter.

The village was not large to begin with, and given the special circumstances of that era, if there was any disturbance in any household, the whole village would know about it.

Now that Wang Er's deeds and the Yang family's behavior have been exposed, everyone who originally had a shred of respect for Yang Mu has changed their attitude, and no one is not criticizing him behind his back.

However, Yang Mu may never have the chance to face public criticism in his lifetime, while Yang Bao is a different story; it all depends on whether he still wants to develop his career in the village.

Zhou Shijie was in such a hurry to find Yang Laidi for a simple reason: he was afraid that his wife might do something rash, after all, she was his grandfather and younger brother.

However, when Zhou Shijie hurriedly found Yang Laidi, he was dumbfounded.

Yang Laidi showed no sign of sadness whatsoever. Instead, she asked Zhou Shijie with some surprise, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

You could even tell that Yang Laidi was in a good mood, because she is usually very reserved and wouldn't speak like that.

This left Zhou Shijie somewhat confused.

Why is she happy that her own grandfather and brother went to jail?

If this happened in another rural family, Yang Laidi's behavior might have been criticized, but this is the Zhou family, where she has a loving husband, elders who treat her as a true family member, and younger generations who respect her.

Even more fortunately, this group of people did not have that outdated mindset; they were only inclusive and progressive.

Therefore, no one blamed Yang Laidi for being happy; in fact, Zhou Rui felt a pang of sadness.

Some wounds are hard to heal completely; you can only keep smoothing out the scars, but the marks will always remain.

My second aunt had a very tough time.

At this moment, Zhou Shiwei, Zhou's father, also returned. He did not disturb his second brother, but instead asked Zhao Qingya with concern how she had been doing lately.

"Xiao Qingya, go and call your dad and the others to come over for dinner. I saw they stewed chicken for lunch, so I'll make another meat dish for dinner, and we can eat together."

Zhou Shiwei suggested inviting Zhao Jianjun and his wife, something Zhou Rui had also thought of, but he shouldn't be the one to bring it up alone, since his father was the head of the household.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingya agreed without hesitation and then went out to call her parents to come and have dinner together.

"This girl is really easy to take care of; she's a sensible person."

Every time Zhou Shiwei sees how sensible Zhao Qingya is, he can't help but sigh.

The Zhou family is becoming increasingly particular about food, a suggestion Zhou Rui has made time and again. Now that they have money, they must take good care of their health.

This has resulted in the Zhou family's daily food expenses now exceeding the total of the previous three days.

Because ensuring meat every day is too expensive, especially with so many people, but Zhou Rui didn't care about the cost at all, and the results were excellent.

Now, not to mention himself, even Zhou Yong'an, who had suffered from long-term malnutrition, looked much better and was no longer in a state of exhaustion.

Moreover, at noon today, Grandpa, who is usually frugal, actually killed a chicken, which made Zhou Rui very happy, because only when the elderly are willing to spend money does earning money have meaning.

Well... let's not talk about the chicken's real purpose for now. The old man probably felt that since it was the young girl's first time visiting his home alone, he should treat her well.

As the sun set and the moon began to rise, Zhao Jianjun's family finally arrived, albeit late.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Jianjun apologized to Zhou Da, looking embarrassed.

"Brother Zhou, I'm so sorry, I really didn't have the nerve to come. I thought it would be fine for Xiao Qingya to eat at your house, but this child insisted on dragging me here."

As Zhao Jianjun spoke, he took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket, handing one to Zhou Shiwei and the other to Zhou Yong'an.

Neither of them wanted to take the bait. Zhou Shiwei frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing? We're family, why are you talking like that?"

Zhou Shiwei could tell that Zhao Jianjun must have bought the cigarettes on his motorcycle in town, which was why it took so long.

Since Zhao Jianjun himself doesn't smoke, there's usually no smoke at home. Considering that the other party arrived late at this time, Zhou Shiwei guessed it.

Seeing that the two refused to accept the cigarettes, Zhao Jianjun simply put them in the Zhou family's cabinet. Then he said apologetically, "Brother Zhou, Xiao Qingya told me that the old man specially killed a chicken... In addition to the deer blood wine and deer meat feast last time, I, Zhao, am really embarrassed. If you consider me your brother, then just accept them without saying anything."

Zhao Jianjun was a shrewd man. As soon as his daughter mentioned it, how could he not know how much Grandpa Zhou loved and valued the child?

In those days, except for the Lunar New Year, virtually no household would casually kill a chicken to eat.