Chapter 11 11 Angry

"I understand." Yang Chunyan knew in her previous life that he was timid and would always ask someone to accompany him wherever he went at night. Before they got married, Zhou Huaian would always pester Zhou Huairong to go with him to the toilet at night.

Thinking back to when she first got married, Zhou Huaian would come to her when he wanted to go to the toilet, saying that he was worried that she was timid and scared, so he accompanied her.

At first she thought Zhou Huaian was considerate, but later she heard from her eldest sister-in-law that since she got married, she knew that the youngest child was afraid to go out alone after dark.

In her previous life, she asked Zhou Huaian why he was afraid, but he avoided the question. Yang Chunyan never understood why a tall and strong man could be so timid?

Zhou Huaian came out of the toilet and took the oil lamp from Yang Chunyan: "Yan'er, I've got some hot water for you, go and wash yourself."

"Yeah!" Yang Chunyan glanced at him, "Have you washed?"

Zhou Huaian nodded, stretched out his hand and said, "I don't believe you."

Yang Chunyan glared at him, went back to the house and cleaned it up, and Zhou Huaian helped carry the water to the gutter and pour it out.

She followed Zhou Huaian back and remembered that when he was around in her previous life, he would help her get bath water after they came back from work, and then help her pour it out after she took a bath. She felt that this might be the reason why she did not divorce in her previous life.

The two returned to the room. Zhou Huaian kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his pants. He stood in front of the bed, waving his shirt to drive away the mosquitoes in the mosquito net. He closed the mosquito net, pushed open the square, bright red quilt with double phoenixes and mandarin ducks, and fell down.

It is hot during the day and cool at night in the mountains. Even in June, you still need to cover yourself with a quilt when you sleep.

Yang Chunyan closed the door, thought about taking out a piece of blue cotton cloth from the cupboard, tore off a piece, took out the needle and thread and started to sew the waist bag.

Zhou Huaian crossed his legs and looked at her curiously, "Yan'er, why are you sewing such a long bag?"

Yang Chunyan glanced at him and said, "I'll sew it and sell the bezoar tomorrow to make money."

"Yan'er, how much do you think that thing can be sold for?"

"I don't know either. I'll find out tomorrow when I go to the city and ask."

"I hope I can sell it for more money, so that my mother and my husband can be happy."

"I think if you can change those bad habits, my husband and I will be happier than anything else."

"You are so young, but you speak in such an old-fashioned tone!"

"We are all old-fashioned, but you are the only one who has kept the innocence of a child. Every day, you just want to find something fun and interesting to do today!"

"..." Zhou Huaian was choked by her and had nothing to say. He turned over and ignored her.

Yang Chunyan sewed the purse, walked to the bed, blew out the light, got on the bed, and fell on the other end.

Zhou Huaian raised his foot and gently kicked her, "Yan'er, come and sleep next to me!"

Yang Chunyan slapped him and said, "Be honest. I fell down today. Let's sleep separately."

Zhou Huaian crawled over, held her shoulders, and said affectionately: "How did you fall? You are so stupid. You didn't even know to sleep at home after falling, but went to the fields to pull weeds."

Yang Chunyan was not used to his intimacy and moved outside. "It's okay. I fell on the back of my head and I still feel a little uncomfortable."

Zhou Huaian touched the back of her head and found a lump there. "I'll get some pain-relieving tincture to rub it on you."

Yang Chunyan hurriedly held him back and said, "Don't go. Mom and dad are both asleep. I'll be fine after a night's sleep."

"Then I'll rub it for you." Zhou Huaian lay down next to her and rubbed it gently, "Wife, I think you've changed. I paid so much money, but you didn't scold me."

The person next to you knows you best. He noticed it in just half a day.

Yang Chunyan felt his slightly hot body, moved to the edge of the bed, and whispered: "Do you want me to scold you? Have you thought about what I asked you this afternoon?"

Even though they have been husband and wife for two lifetimes, for the sake of the future and their children, she doesn't want to take the next step with him before he changes.

"I haven't thought about it. I'm not a bitch. I don't want you to scold me." Zhou Huaian felt uncomfortable when he saw her moving away. He thought that his young wife despised him, so he turned around and ignored her in anger.

Yang Chunyan lay quietly. She still felt a little dazed and thought that all this was just a dream. She came back to her senses when she heard the faint sound of Zhou Huaian's deep sleep opposite her.

She recalled the major events that happened in her family in her previous life: Zhou Huaian broke his leg, her grandfather fell off the mountain while herding sheep and died, and her three mothers came to the funeral and scolded her father-in-law and her eldest and third fathers for being disobedient and unfilial, which prevented the old man in his seventies from having a good end.

The villagers also pointed fingers at the third branch of the Zhou family. My eldest uncle said that it was the second branch that gave birth to a prodigal son, which ruined the feng shui of the Zhou family and harmed the old man.

My father-in-law was so angry that he fell ill and died the following year.

When arranging the funeral for his father-in-law, the eldest brother got drunk and pulled Zhou Huaian to scold him, saying that he was the one who killed his grandfather and father-in-law, and that he was a troublemaker who made the family unstable...

Zhou Huaian went home and drank a large bottle of wine...

When Yang Chunyan thought back to the past days, she still felt a little depressed. She simply stopped thinking about it, closed her eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.

In the main room, Zhou's mother glanced at her granddaughter who was sleeping soundly on the small bed next to her, found a torn piece of clothing in the closet, found a relatively intact place, and cut off a square piece.

He pulled it in his hand, worried that it was not firm enough, so he cut another section and folded the two pieces of cloth together.

He picked up the only unpatched double-breasted shirt on Zhou's father's bedside table and compared it with it for a few times. He felt something was not right. "Old man, where do you think I should sew it?"

Father Zhou picked up the coat, looked at it, thought for a moment, and pointed to the area below the armpit. "Sew here! If you sew the front of the chest, others will notice it at a glance."

"Let me see!" Zhou's mother asked him to stand up and open his arms, and finally decided to sew the pocket two inches above his waist.

Father Zhou let out a long sigh, "My dear, do you think it can be sold?"

"How should I know?" Zhou's mother stopped and looked at him. "Old man, what if we really can't sell it? The work points the youngest has earned over the years can't even support himself. The three older brothers have said nothing over the years for the sake of being brothers. They all hope that the youngest will get married and live on his own.

"I spent 450 yuan and only got a little over 100 yuan back. Where did the money come from to divide the family property? Even if the eldest brothers don't say anything, the daughters-in-law will definitely complain in their hearts. Living under the same roof, they will quarrel sooner or later."

After saying that, without waiting for his answer, she took the needle and thread and slowly started sewing.

Father Zhou sighed and said slowly, "If we really can't sell them, we can sell four fat pigs by the end of the year. We'll give the money to the eldest son and his family after we sell the fat pigs. Together with their private savings, it should be enough to build three adobe houses, and the youngest son can live at home."

"It's the only way." Mother Zhou glanced at her husband and patted the back of his hand. "Don't be angry. Children are debts. Just think of it as something we owed him in our previous life."

"Yeah, the situation has already ended. What else can we do?" Father Zhou lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the tent with his eyes open, without closing his eyes for a long time.

At dawn the next day, Yang Chunyan heard Zhou's mother's call in her sleep. She woke up suddenly, sat up and stared at Zhou Huaian lying beside her for a long time. It took her a long time to come back to her senses and quickly responded, "Here I am."

Zhou Huaian also sat up. They put on their clothes and opened the door. They saw that all the adults except the children had gotten up.

Li Qiuyue smiled and said, "We are going to the county town today, and you two are still able to sleep. You two are too generous!"

Yang Chunyan smiled and said, "I forgot about it when I slept."

Zhou's mother and Zhao Huifang came over with the leftover beef offal soup from last night. "Eat quickly, and leave before daybreak."

Breakfast was sorghum rice and mixed grains. Yang Chunyan scooped some beef offal soup to soak the rice. She felt full after eating a bowl.

(End of this chapter)