Chapter 6 My Fierce Wife
Seeing his downcast, sullen, and cautious demeanor, Wang Dashan's expression remained rather unpleasant.
What have all these perfectly normal men become?
If his sister were still alive, how could things have turned out like this? Wang Dashan felt incredibly depressed; he hadn't seen the child for many years.
The feeling of being stuck in the middle left him feeling both frustrated and frustrated.
Ji Huaizhi seemed to sense his emotions and looked up to say, "Uncle, thank you for coming."
Wang Dashan looked ahead and said, "I'm too late."
“It’s not too late, Uncle, it’s not too late at all.” Ji Huaizhi said gratefully, “I’m so glad you came. You didn’t abandon me and you even stood up for me.”
Ji Huai couldn't finish his sentence, but Wang Dashan understood.
That family must have said something that made him afraid to go to them.
He regretted it deeply; he should have gone and seen it for himself.
All these years have passed, and he hasn't shown his face to his children even though they're all grown up. He's angry about it, but he's forgotten about his own life circumstances.
The doctor in the city was a general practitioner. After examining Ji Huaizhi, he determined that the dislocated bone had been put back in place.
He said a couple of things that he was lucky.
However, since they only came now, they still prescribed some medicine to promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and reduce inflammation for my leg.
After all, the swelling in her leg was quite alarming.
The doctor advised him to take good care of his leg, especially in the next year or two, otherwise it would be easy for the leg to become dislocated in the future, or he would suffer from leg pain as a sequela.
Wang Dashan and his son took Ji Huaizhi directly back to their home. Seeing that Ji Huaizhi seemed uneasy, Wang Dashan said:
"When the time comes, Xiao Er and Xiao San will fetch your food rations. You can stay here without worry."
Ji Huaizhi nodded: "Once I'm better, I'll work for you. I'm the best worker in our village, and I get full work points every day."
"We won't treat you like a workhorse," Wang Xiaoer laughed. "Don't worry."
"So that my dad won't get upset and start yelling at me again."
Ji Huaizhi glanced at his uncle's expression.
Wang Xiaoer then brought up other topics: "Speaking of which, I overheard someone reading a newspaper article saying that some places have already abolished the work point system for production teams, saying it's a pilot program. When will it be our turn?"
Wang Dashan: "I heard that the city leaders are going to hold a meeting for the village cadres. Maybe we'll find out after the meeting."
Wang Xiaoer's face was filled with anticipation for the household contract responsibility system and the contracting of responsibilities to individual households.
At the time, he didn't understand the sentence, but when people explained it, it was a good thing, because it would distribute land to farmers. Although it was written as land contract management rights, it was no different from distributing land.
As soon as the two entered the village, a burst of angry curses rang out.
A woman who looked like a matchmaker and a man were kicked out, and a spare rib was thrown out of the house.
The woman, wearing a dark red cotton-padded jacket with a large front opening, brandished a broom and angrily shouted at them, "You dare bring anything in front of me? Do you really think I, Feng Qiaoxiang, am so easygoing?"
Get lost!
"Old Feng's family, are you just going to watch her insult us like this?" The matchmaker was furious. Wasn't everything agreed upon?
I don't know why she got so angry.
"No matter what, guests are guests, but we hadn't even exchanged two words before we kicked them out."
The man picked up the ribs from the ground and said, "You think you're some kind of goddess? You look down on me? I haven't even complained that you were divorced and sent back home the day after your wedding!"
Feng Qiaoxiang, hands on her hips, said sarcastically, "I'm not a goddess, but I wouldn't even look at you. Your wife isn't even dead yet, and you're already coming to my house to talk about finding a wife. I just can't stand a man like you!"
"If I were your sick wife, I'd drag you down with me even in death!"
The man, enraged, yelled, "You shrew! If you're going to be so fierce, you'll stay an old maid for life!"
"Even an older single woman is better than marrying you!"
The matchmaker slapped her thigh in exasperation: "Mother, why is Qiaoxiang so picky? He's such a good catch! He has a job in the city, and even though his wife isn't dead yet, you can just wait, right? He doesn't mind that you were rejected on your wedding day. You should be secretly happy!"
"Look at your age, you're already an old maid, you can't be too picky."
When Feng's mother came out and heard this, she was displeased: "Matchmaker Wang, what do you mean by that?"
"That previous marriage wasn't my daughter's fault; she jumped out of that fire herself! What's so great about a workaholic? My daughter has a job, and she got it on her own!"
"Besides, my daughter is still a virgin. Even if she's going to be a stepmother, she should at least consider her character. Get out of here! Don't bring anything into my house!"
Hearing her mother's words, Feng Qiaoxiang straightened her back and said, "That's right!"
Get out of my house!
The man angrily threw his hat down: "I don't care at all, you think you're so great just because you're a little bit pretty!"
"A virgin? Who would believe she's already having a wedding banquet?"
"You don't need to believe me. A heartless man like you will get your comeuppance!" Feng Qiaoxiang chased her away with a broom.
The man, holding a spare rib, picked up his hat and ran away.
The matchmaker also felt ashamed and left while cursing.
Other onlookers, seeing there was no more drama, turned away, whispering that the youngest daughter of the Feng family was so fierce that she would probably remain an old maid.
"Uncle Wang!" Feng Qiaoxiang greeted him naturally with a broom in hand, her gaze falling on the thinly dressed man on the cart.
Who is this person? I've never seen him before.
Mother Feng gave an awkward laugh: "You're back. I heard your whole family went out to fight this morning?"
Wang Xiaoer laughed: "Yes, Auntie, we pulled off a big one!"
Mother Feng knew he was joking as soon as she heard it, and her gaze fell on Ji Huaizhi on the cart: "What's this?"
“This is my sister’s child. He injured his leg, so we brought him to our home to recuperate.” Wang Dashan’s smile was tinged with bitterness.
A look of nostalgia crossed Feng's mother's face: "Dami's son? My goodness, I didn't even recognize him!"
He walked up to Ji Huaizhi without ceremony and found that he really did recognize an old friend: "What's your name? How did you hurt your leg so badly? Are you alright?"
Seeing her mother's strong reaction, Feng Qiaoxiang went closer to look, her gaze fixed blankly.
Ji Huaizhi glanced at his uncle and whispered, "Auntie, my name is Ji Huaizhi. The doctor said this leg needs to rest for a while."
Mother Feng looked at Wang Dashan: "Can you raise him well?"
"The doctor said that if I don't do heavy work for a year or two, I can recover," Wang Dashan said.
"As long as she can recover." Mother Feng's eyes welled up with heartache and nostalgia. "Don't be shy, I'm your mother's good sister. You can just call me Aunt Feng."
"You look just like your mother! I sometimes dream about her." At this point, Mrs. Feng's eyes welled up with tears, but she quickly covered them with a hearty laugh.
"Your auntie will come to see you another day and cook you something delicious. Your mother and I are very close. When she gave birth to you, I was pregnant with Qiaoxiang and had too much morning sickness to visit her. I never expected this..."
I never imagined we would be separated by death like this.
At this point, Feng's mother couldn't help but cover her mouth, and Feng Qiaoxiang quickly took out a handkerchief: "What are you doing? People will laugh at you."
Mother Feng snatched the handkerchief and turned around: "We've talked too much already. Go back quickly, it's so cold."
It would be very embarrassing for someone her age to cry in public.
"Thank you, Auntie." Ji Huaizhi pursed his lips. "Thank you for remembering my mother."
Ji Huaizhi looked serious, and Feng's mother kept praising him as a good boy.
Even after the cart had been pushed quite a distance, Feng's mother was still watching their retreating figures, muttering to herself, "Dami, I've seen your child."
“Look how early you went; your son looks like he’s suffered a lot.”
She wiped her snotty nose with a handkerchief and threw it directly to her daughter. Feng Qiaoxiang's expression was exaggerated: "My goodness, you really have no manners."
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