Chapter 117: The Evil Mother-in-Law Meets the Violent and Lazy Daughter-in-Law (4)

After going to the toilet, Yang Fu returned to the house and prepared to put on his slippers and go to bed. After working all day, he could only relax at night.

"I will sleep alone in this room from now on, and you go to the woodshed," Muyan sat on the edge of the kang. She made a new quilt on one side and used the other to cover herself.

Yang Fu was halfway through taking off his slippers when he heard her words. He looked up in disbelief and, with the help of the kerosene lamp on the kang, he discovered that there was a new quilt on the bed today.

He remembered what Yang Yuan said to him when he came back in the evening. Yang Fu naturally thought that Mu Yan had changed the quilt specially for Yang Yuan.

Not only did he not listen to her, but he walked towards the kang with anger in his voice.

Yang Fu threw all the evil spirits and dirty things out of his mind at this moment. He only knew that his wife was going to sleep on this kang with another man tonight, and she was very happy.

Yang Fu walked to the edge of the kang and was about to grab Mu Yan's arm with his big hands covered with thick calluses. He knew that no matter how much he objected, this was still going to happen, but he just couldn't control his anger.

When Yang Fu's hand was about to touch Mu Yan's clothes, his wrist was suddenly grasped tightly. Mu Yan raised her eyelids lazily, and Yang Fu's dark face with a raging anger appeared in front of her.

"Want to have a baby? Can you do it? It's better to expect your mother and father to give you a younger brother than to expect you to have a baby," Mu Yan said with a mocking smile on her face, holding Yang Fu's hand with more force.

Yang Fu felt hurt and looked up suddenly. His eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent. He shook his wrist that was held by Mu Yan a few times. Seeing that he couldn't shake it off, he raised his other hand and swung it towards her face.

Muyan raised her foot and kicked his thigh. Yang Fu was kicked back a few steps, and the hand that was raised in the air also missed.

The moon in the sky was completely covered by dark clouds. In the yard, Liu Shufen blew out the oil lamp as soon as she lay down on the kang for fear of wasting oil. The little light in Muyan's room could hardly reach the yard.

Yang Fu held the quilt and stood in the dark yard for a long time, until the pain from the kick on his thigh made him unable to stand anymore. Then he limped towards the woodshed in the dark.

Late at night, Muyan was sleeping soundly when she suddenly opened her eyes. All she saw was darkness and the room was so quiet that not a sound could be heard.

Wanzai: "Boss, Yang Yuan is here."

Muyan didn't look like she had just woken up at all. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

In the quiet yard, Yang Yuan's footsteps seemed particularly loud, and Yang Fu, who was sleeping in the woodshed, could hear them clearly.

The woodshed was just a simple thatched shed with firewood piled around it. He could push open one of the thatched walls with just a push of his hand, and hit Yang Yuan in the yard.

Yang Fu's hands, clenched in the quilt until they bled, still lacked the courage to push down the grass wall.

"Squeak," the sound of the door opening.

Yang Fu suddenly clenched his back teeth and went into his room.

The yard fell completely quiet. Yang Fu didn't want to think about what was happening in the house, so he covered his head with the quilt.

Yang Yuan tiptoed into the house, rubbed his hands excitedly, and couldn't wait to take off his shirt and throw himself onto the kang.

The person he had been thinking about for several days didn't get what he wanted, but instead got a prickly stool, and he hadn't even reached the kang yet.

Yang Yuan opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what was happening in the pitch-black night.

Suddenly he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness.

Muyan put the stick back behind the door and lit the kerosene lamp. The dark room was instantly illuminated. Yang Fu lay motionless on the ground only one step away from the kang.

Muyan walked to the window outside Liu Shufen's house, took out the remaining sleeping pills, and blew them through the crack in the window.

She walked back to the house, and ten minutes later, she dragged the person on the ground into Liu Shufen's house.

Dragging people, kicking the door, the noise of this series of actions was not small. Yang Fu heard it very clearly in the woodshed. He knew that Yang Fu might not have succeeded and had angered her.

As for why she kicked his mother's door, Yang Fu didn't care at all. He was beaten by his mother since he was a child, and the mother-son relationship was quite unfamiliar to him. He was just afraid of the stick in her hand.

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky, but there was still no movement at Liu Shufen's door.

Yang Fu got up early in the morning and was ordered by Mu Yan to do this and that. He had no time to spare to care about the closed door.

After finishing the meal, Yang Fu took a steamed bun and squatted at the door to eat.

"Go call the village chief and the village witch," Mu Yan took a sip of vegetable porridge and said to Yang Fu who was chewing a steamed bun.

Yang Fu looked up in confusion, his lips trembling a few times, but he didn't say anything in the end. He took the steamed bun and went out. He had a vague idea of ​​what she was going to do, but he couldn't say it specifically.

After Muyan finished drinking a bowl of vegetable porridge and eating two steamed buns, she heard a noise coming from the yard.

"Yang Fu, why did you call me to your house? I have to go to the fields to weed later," the village chief's face turned pale. He asked Yang Fu all the way, but Yang Fu just stammered and didn't say a word.

"Oh, my old legs!" the witch came running in right behind him. The witch was in her early seventies and knew a little bit of medicine, and could also see some cases of evil spirits. The villagers would go to her for any minor illness or disaster.

Although it is not 100% accurate, it is still possible to get a rough idea.

"Fuzi, is it that the bowl of magic water I gave your mother yesterday that worked?" the witch asked after she recovered.

Yang Fu wanted to say that he didn't know either, but before he opened his mouth, he saw Mu Yan walking out of the house, and he closed his mouth consciously.

"Village chief, my parents haven't woken up yet. I'm afraid something happened to them. Yang Fu and I don't dare to go into their house to check, so I asked Yang Fu to ask you and the witch to help take a look," Mu Yan said.

When the village chief heard this, he looked at the two of them as if they were trash, wondering what they were doing was useless.

Several people stood in the yard and discussed it. Finally, they decided that the village chief and Yang Fu would break the door open, and the witch would go into the house to see what was going on.

"Oh my god, what's going on?" The witch walked into the room and came to the kang. The person on the kang was covered tightly with a quilt. She had seen many dead people in the surrounding villages and was not afraid at all. She reached out to lift the quilt. When she saw it, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

When the people in the yard heard the witch's cry, they thought the person inside was dying and rushed in.

Except for Mu Yan, the few people who rushed in were instantly petrified on the spot.

On the kang, Liu Shufen, her husband, and Yang Fu, who appeared there for some unknown reason, were sleeping soundly together. The witch's exclamation and the noise of several people rushing in did not wake them up.

The witch turned around and looked at the few people awkwardly, not knowing whether she should wake up the person on the kang.

The moment Yang Fu's eyes met the witch's, he quickly lowered his head, not knowing what to say.