Zhu Cuilan also knew that this was indeed the best solution at the moment.
Zhao Luochuan clasped his fist towards everyone and said, "Thank you all for your help today, uncles and aunts. If you need anything in the future, please feel free to come to me. I will definitely not refuse."
"We are all family, how can you say that?"
Seeing that the matter had been resolved, the village chief told everyone to go their separate ways: "Everyone is tired today, go back and rest early."
The crowd dispersed.
Zhao Luochuan and Zhu Cuilan's homes were next to each other, so they prepared to go back together.
The two of them walked forward a few steps and heard no footsteps behind them. Looking back, they saw Yang Donghu still standing there without moving.
It’s not that Yang Donghu didn’t want to follow, but his feet felt heavy at the moment as if someone was pulling them. Seeing Zhao Luochuan staring at him, he felt even more scared.
Zhao Luochuan was born tall and strong. When he stood in front of people, he was like a wall, giving people a very oppressive feeling. Today he had caused such a big trouble, and his face was not in a good state, which made people feel even more chilling.
Yang Donghu was extremely nervous, fearing that Zhao Luochuan would get even angrier. He calmed himself down and quickly took two steps forward to catch up.
But Zhao Luochuan took the bag from his hand, slung it over his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "It's getting late, don't dawdle."
Yang Donghu didn't understand what he meant and didn't dare to ask more.
Zhao Luochuan is tall and has long legs, so he has to walk fast to barely keep up with him.
Zhu Cuilan knew that Zhao Luochuan was a cold-hearted person, so she smiled and walked quickly home.
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at Zhu Cuilan's house.
Zhu Cuilan and her brother were the only ones left at home. Zhao Luochuan was worried and would not feel at ease until he saw Zhu Cuilan enter the courtyard with his own eyes.
Zhao Luochuan's cousin Zhao He is a bricklayer. Mr. Zhang from the town asked him to help renovate the ancestral home. As the construction period was tight, Zhao He brought his eldest son Zhao Fangyu as an assistant.
The round trip took a long time, so the host let them stay and provided three meals a day. They had not been back for more than half a month.
Zhu Cuilan still felt uneasy, and before entering the house, she told Zhao Luochuan, "Since we've brought the person back, let's be nice. Control your temper and stop looking so sullen all the time. It makes people uncomfortable."
"I understand, auntie. Uncle is not at home. Remember to close all the doors and windows tightly. If you need anything, just call me. I can hear you."
"Don't worry, your uncle and your brother will be back tomorrow. Come over then and I'll make you something delicious." Zhu Cuilan walked in and waved her hand for them to go back quickly.
Zhao Luochuan watched Zhu Cuilan lock the door with his own eyes before he felt at ease leading Yang Donghu to his home.
After stepping through the courtyard, the two entered the house. Zhao Luochuan casually placed his bag on the table, turned and went into the kitchen, not knowing what he was busy with.
Yang Donghu didn't dare to follow him in, so he could only stand at the door of the main hall. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He didn't even dare to sit down. He looked around carefully with his round eyes.
In order to pay off debts, Zhao Luochuan has been working hard to make money in the past few years. The family had already owed a lot of money when he paid for his mother's medical treatment.
At that time, Zhao Luochuan was still young and could not help, so Zhao Hai raised the child alone and lived a very poor life.
Later, as Zhao Luochuan grew older, his life gradually improved, but he also suffered for several years because of his father's illness and the need to pay the betrothal gift. Now he has just paid off his debts.
The Zhao family has three tiled houses, one on the east and one on the west, with a main room in the middle.
Zhao Luochuan usually lives in the east room. There are a lot of miscellaneous items piled up in the west room. He can only recognize bows and arrows and spears, which are probably used for hunting in the mountains.
A few puffs of white smoke came out of the kitchen chimney. After a while, Zhao Luochuan came out of the kitchen with two bowls of rice in his hands.
Seeing that Yang Donghu was still standing at the door, she signaled him to come over and sit down.
He was tall, and even when he sat down he felt a strong sense of oppression. Yang Donghu took advantage of him not noticing and quietly moved the stool under his butt to the side.
"Eat." Zhao Luochuan handed him a pair of chopsticks.
Yang Donghu took the chopsticks, looked at his face, but still didn't move.
Zhao Luochuan remembered what Zhu Cuilan had told him, and thought that his sour face had scared him. He cleared his throat and changed his voice to a more gentle one: "Why are you looking at me? Eat."
Yang Donghu was really hungry. After all, he had not had time to eat since yesterday. He did not hesitate any longer and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
Zhao Luochuan ate fast. After a few chopsticks, half a bowl of rice was gone. He watched Yang Donghu eating like a cat, eating bit by bit. He was afraid that Yang Donghu would feel uncomfortable if he ate too fast, so he slowed down and waited for him.
The rice was leftover, so I added some chopped green onions and salt, stir-fried it in a pan, and served it.
Seeing that Yang Donghu was choking while eating, Zhao Luochuan stood up and poured him a bowl of water and placed it in front of him.
"You don't have to be so reserved here. Just treat it as your own home. Anyway, you're my husband now, and we'll be a family from now on. I promised your grandma that I would take good care of you. If you keep holding back like this, you won't be able to live a happy life."
Yang Donghu's tense body relaxed slightly. He continued to eat his meal, buried his head in the bowl, and muttered, "Hmm."
Seeing that he had almost finished eating, Zhao Luochuan said as he cleared the dishes, "I know you feel uncomfortable, but today was too sudden, and we don't have an extra bed at home. So, you can sleep in my room first. Tomorrow I'll have the west room cleaned up, and you can move in there."
Yang Donghu felt even more uncomfortable with nothing in his hands, so he rushed to clean up the dishes: "Let me wash it, it doesn't matter where I live."
Zhao Luochuan laughed and didn't bother to be polite with him. He went in to clean up the west room.
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