Chapter 76 Let's Just Get a Divorce
Then cut a piece of leather from an old tire and stick it underneath; you won't have to worry about it wearing out no matter how far you walk.
As long as the weather isn't bad and you take good care of yourself, you should be able to last two or three months without any problem.
I can finish this and still make it to the afternoon's fight!
Anyway, this house is a powder keg that's ready to explode at any moment. It's bound to explode sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether we argue about it sooner or later.
While she was mending shoes, she had already mentally rehearsed the words of abuse she would later use.
If anyone says anything unpleasant, she has to throw it back exactly as it was said, without missing a single word.
After washing the dishes, Lu Guizhen rinsed the greasy dishcloth repeatedly in the basin of water.
They wrung out the water and hung it on a bamboo pole only after the water had cleared.
She also moved a small stool to sit down next to her and took out her little cloth shoes from the sewing basket.
She clumsily threaded the needle, mimicking Shen Cuifen's movements.
Her fingers were worn red and the stitches were crooked.
But she gritted her teeth and continued stitching without saying a word.
Neither the mother nor the daughter paid any attention to Li Fangfang's intermittent cursing coming from inside the house.
Those words were just the same few sentences repeated over and over again.
I'm so tired of hearing things like "ungrateful wretch" and "heartless short-lived devil."
They just kept their heads down and worked, one mending shoes and the other learning to sew.
Sunlight shines on the fabric, and needle and thread weave through fingers.
Li Fangfang, who was locked in the room, dawdled for almost an hour before finally moving the clutter blocking the door.
She first pushed the broken wooden cabinet away little by little, and then laboriously moved the old rice jar that contained grain.
Finally, he even stood on a low stool to take down the carrying pole that was blocking the door.
His forehead was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked.
As soon as the door opened, she rushed straight to the outhouse; she must have been really desperate to use it.
After causing a ruckus this morning and being locked up for so long, my stomach has been growling for a while now, and my face has turned pale.
She practically ran there, slipped and almost fell into the mud, but didn't care, pushed open the door and went inside.
After quite a while, she slowly emerged from the latrine.
The anxiety on his face had subsided somewhat, but the anger in his eyes remained undiminished.
She patted her bottom, wiped the sweat from her forehead, straightened up, her eyes turned cold, and she turned around to bang on Lu Zhonghe and Lu Zhongping's door.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
"You two, get up and go find your dad right now!"
Li Fangfang was so angry that she yelled at her two grandsons.
"The sun's already high in the sky, and you're still lying in bed like a dead pig! You're not going to look for your dad now that he's gone? If he died out there, would you still be able to sleep?!"
"I called you for ages, are you deaf or just pretending not to hear? Not a single one of you said a word!"
She was so angry that she was trembling all over, her fingers almost poking into the crack of the door.
"I've been feeding you all the time, making you warm coats when it's cold, and bringing you umbrellas and picking you up from school when it rains. And what do you get in return? You're all like wooden stakes, I can't even get you moving! Have you no conscience?!"
She was furious.
She usually treats her three grandsons like the apple of her eye, and dotes on them terribly.
When her eldest grandson, Lu Zhonghe, had a fever, she carried him on her back for five miles to the clinic in the middle of the night, and didn't utter a sound even though her feet were blistered.
Her second grandson, Lu Zhongping, loved sweets, so she saved the money she would have spent on salt and secretly bought him maltose.
Even the youngest daughter, Lu Xiaomei, she was held and comforted every day, afraid that she would fall or get hurt.
But when it comes to the crucial moment, they are colder than stones and more wooden than wood!
Tell them to find someone and pretend to be asleep.
Tell them to speak, but pretend you don't hear them.
Tell them to do it, and pretend to be dead.
They just watched helplessly as she shouted at the top of her lungs for ages, but nobody paid any attention!
Even a dog wags its tail, but they won't even say "hey" to it!
"Oh dear, my dad isn't a child, he can't possibly get lost! Go find him yourself if you want! Grandma, if you're really that bored, I'll go boil some water and you can cook some rice porridge, I'm starving!"
Lu Zhonghe rolled his eyes and waved his hand impatiently.
He leaned against the door frame, one hand in his pocket, the other hand waving impatiently.
He drew out his voice, with a hint of sarcasm.
Lu Weidong is over forty years old, what could possibly happen to him?
He really couldn't understand why his grandmother was acting crazy so early in the morning.
It was early morning, the roosters had just crowed, and the sun hadn't even fully risen over the mountains.
The dew was still clinging to the tips of the grass when she was heard shouting Lu Weidong's name in a loud voice.
Lu Zhonghe was very annoyed, feeling that she was deliberately trying to get attention.
Actually, Lu Zhonghe and Lu Zhongping had already woken up when Li Fangfang started shouting.
The two of them were snuggled up on the small bed in the inner room, the blankets still warm.
The sky outside was overcast, and the cold air seeped in through the cracks in the wall, swirling around my ankles.
Upon hearing their grandmother's call, the two merely exchanged a glance, neither moving.
But when they peeked through the crack in the window and saw that Li Fangfang hadn't brought a stick and wasn't really in a hurry, they simply crawled back into bed and went back to sleep.
There was a small hole in the window paper, and Lu Zhongping was lying there, squinting as he looked out.
Grandma was just pacing back and forth at the gate of the yard, muttering to herself, her hands empty, not even carrying a clothesline pole.
The two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as no one grabbed anything, it's not a big deal, and you can continue to stay in bed.
They couldn't understand why, when Shen Cuifen brought a chicken back, her grandmother said she had killed Lu Weidong.
It sounds absurd, but Grandma said it with a straight face, her voice booming.
Even the neighbor's dog was startled and barked twice.
At that time, Shen Cuifen had just returned from outside the village, carrying a lively hen in her hand.
Its feathers were still damp with dew, and the mud on its feet hadn't been wiped off.
As soon as Li Fangfang saw her, she immediately jumped up and pointed at her nose, cursing.
She must have killed Lu Weidong, otherwise why would he not come home all night?
What they didn't know was that it was Li Fangfang who had encouraged Lu Weidong to meet Zhou Wenjuan last night.
She sat in front of the stove washing clothes, with Lu Daqiang's dirty pants soaking in the basin of water.
"Jianguo, Zhou Wenjuan asked someone to pass on a message, saying she wants to see you and talk about the past. Don't avoid her. She's a woman, and she's taken the initiative. How can you pretend you don't know?"
The day before, Shen Cuifen and her daughter had just left. Li Fangfang went to the river to wash clothes and happened to overhear people gossiping about Zhou Wenjuan and Lu Weidong.
The two village women were squatting on the stone, scrubbing the clothes, but their voices were low.
They said that Lu Weidong and Zhou Wenjuan had a relationship when they were young.
Later, they had a falling out over the bride price, and Zhou Wenjuan married someone from another village, and they were separated for more than 20 years.
Now her husband is dead, and she lives alone with her daughter.
I went back to my parents' home a couple of days ago and even stood in front of the Lu family's house for a while.
I even saw Lu Weidong's underwear hanging on the tree at the entrance of the village.
Li Fangfang spotted it immediately as she passed by.
A pair of old, gray-blue underwear, tied with a straw rope to the branch of a crooked locust tree.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her expression changed instantly.
She recognized the underwear; Lu Weidong had bought it from a street stall in town last year.
It's cheap, not sturdy, and it loosens after only two washes.
She used to scold him for wasting money, but now she just felt a wave of nausea rising in her throat.
She made up her mind at that moment.
Let them get a divorce!
Anyway, Shen Cuifen is eccentric, her mind is unclear, and she often has hysterical episodes.
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