The Siheyuan of the Young Educated Youth

Chapter 433 Don’t you want revenge?

Principal Guan was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "You know the rumors in the town, and I don't know what's going on in Toudaogou now."

The storyteller said, "Don't worry. Toudaogou is far away and the team leader is here, so basically no one talks about this matter." He thought that Principal Guan was worried about Qi Feifei's bad reputation, so he comforted him.

Principal Guan, is that so?

"To tell you the truth, I'm sick because I'm angry with them. Do you think a girl like this is worthy of our Guan Ming? She won't listen to me."

Storyteller, is that so? "Uncle, do you want me to ask around again?" I don't think he had the same attitude last time? Did he misunderstand?

Principal Guan, "You have many acquaintances in Toudaogou. Do you know which family is at odds with her?"

The storyteller naturally knew, "Uncle, just tell me what you want me to do."

Principal Guan waved at him, and the storyteller leaned over to listen. Principal Guan whispered a few words into his ear. "After this is done, I will not treat you unfairly."

The storyteller laughed and said, "Uncle, look at what you said. Don't I know how you have treated me over the years? Just tell me what you want and I will do it right away."

After the two of them whispered their agreement, the storyteller left the ward and walked towards the ward of Zheng Er's wife.

Zheng Er's wife was the only one in the ward, lying on the bed. The storyteller closed the door tightly, walked to the bedside and sat down, putting his hand on Zheng Er's wife's waist, "What's wrong? Why did you come to the hospital again?" He then rubbed her waist gently.

Zheng Er's wife glared at him, "Isn't it all because of you? It's all your fault."

The storyteller put his hand into her collar and said, "I haven't been there recently, why are you blaming me?"

Zheng Er's wife, "It's because your seed is too strong, it was planted in an instant."

The storyteller's heart tightened, but he remained calm and asked jokingly, "How do you know it's mine?"

Zheng Er's wife immediately became anxious, "I don't have anyone else, if it's not yours, then whose is it?"

When the storyteller heard her shouting, he quickly put his hand over her mouth and said, "I was just joking with you, why are you shouting? Are you afraid that people won't know?"

Looking back at the door, there was no movement. "What a temper you have! You don't know how to be funny at all."

But in my heart I was thinking, who did you, a widow, sleep with? How would I know?

He stretched his hand upwards, "I haven't seen you for a few days. I miss you so much. Let me touch you."

Zheng Er's wife did not struggle, and let his hands wander inside her. "You just miss me with your mouth?"

The storyteller said, "I miss you a lot, don't I? I miss you a lot in other places, too. I'll come to see you in the evening?"

Zheng Er's wife understood what he meant and rolled her eyes at him. "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm in the hospital. If you keep talking, I'll be back in a while."

The storyteller said, “That’s even better. I’ll go to Toudaogou with you.” He put his head close to her face and said, “I’ll think about you at night.” He emphasized the word “think about”.

Zheng Er's wife, "Okay. What are you going to bring me?"

The storyteller kneaded it vigorously and said, "Look at you. When have I not brought you something good? How about I buy you some braided hair later?"

Zheng Er's wife said, "Then go quickly, or they will be sold out soon. It's better to buy some eggs or something. I need to replenish my body recently."

The storyteller's hand fell back on his belly, "Do you really have my seed here?" He had to find a way to get rid of it. When it grows up, it will be a trouble.

Zheng Er's wife asked, "Are you happy?" She wanted to know whether the storyteller wanted to have a child with her.

Storyteller, "I am happy, how can I not be happy? Give me another son. Your land is really easy to grow! Let's plough it well in the evening."

Zheng Er's wife pushed him and said, "Go buy it quickly. The captain's wife will be back soon and we'll be leaving soon."

When the storyteller heard that the captain's wife was also here, he stopped talking nonsense with her and pulled his hand away, "Remember not to flirt with me later."

Zheng Er's wife curled her lips and said, "I know, go quickly!"

The storyteller returned to Principal Guan's ward and told him that he would go to Toudaogou with the captain's wife in a car and would not have dinner at Principal Guan's house. He asked him to tell his wife. Then he went out to buy twisted dough for Zheng Er's wife.

Whole snacks were expensive, so he bought some leftover snacks and put them together to make up a pound, which looked quite a lot. He wrapped himself in a half-cut cotton coat and went to the hospital with his arms around his chest.

The captain's wife had returned and was going through the discharge procedures. The storyteller chatted with Zheng Dazhu, "What are you doing here? Who's sick?"

Zheng Dazhu was honest, and no one knew what he was up to with Zheng Er's wife. "Zheng Er's wife was sick. We brought her here yesterday. We are arranging for her to be discharged from the hospital."

Storyteller, "You got better so quickly? It's not a serious illness. Why did you go to such trouble to make such a trip?"

Zheng Dazhu, "That's not true. It was scary yesterday. There was so much blood. Doctor Yao couldn't handle it."

The storyteller said, "Bleeding. Are you injured?" He was happy in his heart, thinking that it would be easy to deal with this child.

Zheng Dazhui, "No, it's nothing." What should he say about the widow's pregnancy?

After a while, the captain's wife and Zheng Er's wife, who was wrapped tightly, came out.

The few of them returned to Toudaogou. The storyteller wandered around the village for a while, then went to the home of Zheng Er's wife, gave her some snacks, and said, "Leave the door open for me at night." He didn't stay long and left.

Then he went to Lao Niu's house.

As soon as I entered the house, it was freezing cold, not much warmer than outside.

The old cow woman was burning a fire beside the stove, with smoke bubbling up and down. The storyteller thought to himself, what a life! "Auntie Niu, Happy New Year!"

Old Niu’s wife said, “Good, Happy New Year. It’s the New Year as long as the first month is over. Come in and sit down!”

The storyteller entered the room. What a mess! The room was filled with mess. The kang was cluttered with things. There was no place to sit. He pushed the rags on the kang and sat on the edge of it.

"Niu Er, how do you feel?"

Niu Er's cold was cured, but his frostbite was not yet healed. He felt pain and itchiness all over his body, and he kept peeing. There was a foul smell in the house.

"Hey! Didn't you see it all? That's it!"

Storyteller, "Who harmed you? You must take revenge!"

Niu Er also wanted revenge. How could he not want it? He wanted it every day, but how could he do it? He couldn't win by fighting, and he couldn't succeed by using underhand tactics.

The storyteller told Principal Guan about his idea, and Niu Er was skeptical, "What can this mean?"