"My beautiful wife, Mom, my beautiful wife, please don't hit me..."
Maybe the fool really likes Shumei! Seeing Zhuo Er beating Shumei like this, he actually knew how to be gentle with women.
He broke free from the old woman's hand, rushed to Shumei, crawled to the ground and hugged Shumei tightly, using his body to block the whip for Shumei.
"Erwa, go away. I'm helping you take care of your new wife. Go away now."
"No! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. My beautiful wife will feel pain."
The fool was whipped himself and knew that it would hurt, so he shared his personal experience.
Zhuo Er leaned over angrily, grabbed the idiot's collar, and tried to pull him away by force. "Er Wa, get up and leave."
"No, no, no, no!" The fool held Shumei tightly and refused to let go.
"Ah!" Zhuo Er sighed helplessly and threw the whip in his hand to the ground angrily. "Er Wa, go out with Mom and go back to your room to sleep. I won't beat your new wife anymore."
"Sleep, sleep, I want to sleep with my beautiful wife."
Zhuo Er turned and walked out the door, saying to the old woman waiting at the door, "Mom, go talk to Er Wa. I'm tired, so I'm going back to the house to rest."
The old woman went in and tried to persuade the fool for a long time, but the fool refused to leave. In the end, they had no choice but to let the fool stay with Shumei and locked the door from the outside.
Shumei felt severe pain all over her body. After those people left, she broke free from the idiot, struggled to get up from the ground, dragged her bruised body, took heavy steps, and hid in the corner, curled up in a ball.
"My pretty wife, go to bed! Go to bed, go to bed!"
The fool insisted on pulling Shumei to the bed. Although the fool was not very strong and had a poor sense of direction, Shumei had no strength at all and could only watch helplessly as the fool dragged her to the bed.
Having landed in a place like this, being trampled upon a thousand times was understandable. She had already prepared herself for death, and now she no longer harbored any illusions about escaping.
The fool lay down on the kang next to Shumei and covered himself and Shumei with a quilt. After a few seconds, a deafening snoring sound was heard.
Looking at the fool sleeping beside her, Shumei sneered. Was this a blessing from heaven? Unable to bear the thought of ending her life, she had specially arranged for someone like this to come.
Boyi finally arrived safely in Sxi. After countless hardships, climbing mountains and wading through rivers, he finally found the small mountain village the traffickers had mentioned. As soon as he arrived at the village entrance, a child on guard shouted, "A stranger is coming! A stranger is coming..."
Before he had taken two steps, the villagers swarmed over and blocked Boyi's way. These men, women, young and old, holding hammers and carrying poles, stared at Boyi fiercely, their eyes fixed on him like they were ready to fight.
"What are you doing?" a leading man asked sternly.
Boyi had stayed in S West for a period of time before, and he could basically understand what the people here said. He thought it was fun at that time and learned some things. He didn't expect that it would come in handy now.
Boyi glanced at the villagers, who were staring at him eagerly, and thought to himself that if he told the truth, he would definitely not be able to enter the village. With so many people around, and a child on his back, even if he was a good fighter, two fists would not be enough to defeat ten thousand hands! Boyi's mind raced, and he had to think of a way to enter the village.
"Hey! I make chairs, these kind of bamboo chairs. The work is very cheap. My wife passed away early, and I need to support our children. I'd like to ask the villagers to take care of me. Is there anyone willing to make chairs for me? I'll give them 50 cents each, and they're guaranteed to be sturdy and durable."
Boyi saw an old, tattered bamboo chair placed under the eaves of a house. He suddenly had an idea and pointed at the broken chair and said.
Not everyone knows how to make bamboo chairs. Many families hire craftsmen to do it in their homes, and Boyi happens to have this skill. He thought, since it's already like this, let's try it! If it really works, I can search every household for Shumei.
"I hope my elder brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, for the sake of my poor child, will let me go into the village and see if anyone wants to make a chair. Please."
Seeing the villagers' doubts, Boyi put down the little Youchen on his back, held him in his arms, and played the emotional card. Because he didn't know that the villagers here were not as sentimental as those in his own village, but were ignorant and cold-blooded.
"Village chief, look, he's carrying a child! He's probably not a bad guy, so let him into the village! It just so happens that I don't have any chairs to sit on."
Finally someone spoke up, but not out of sympathy, but because he happened to have a shortage of chairs at home.
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