blenderwars Chapter 29 Who was in that heavy sack last night?!
Chapter 29 Who was in that heavy sack last night?!
Over here, Aunt Zhao wiped away non-existent tears and shakily pushed open her courtyard gate.
"Auntie, don't be too sad. It's a good thing that this kind of woman is gone."
"That's right, out with the old, in with the new. With the money, we can find Zhao Gang a young, unmarried woman."
Aunt Zhao wiped her dry eyes and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you all for your kind words, thank you all for your kind words."
As soon as I entered the courtyard, the grief immediately subsided.
She snorted, patted the dirt off her pants, and a greedy, smug smile appeared on her face.
Wow, I'm so stupid! I have to go buy two pounds of meat at noon today to celebrate!
Just then, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from the main room.
"Wow—wow—"
That was Tiger's voice.
This child is spoiled; he cries and wails whenever he wakes up and can't see his mother.
Aunt Zhao frowned, cursing inwardly why that wretched girl Zhao Xiaoyun wasn't up to coax the child, sleeping like a log.
"Xiaoyun! Xiaoyun! You lazybones, still sleeping? Tiger's crying so hard! Get up and feed him!"
Aunt Zhao shouted towards the main room, but didn't take it seriously and went straight to the kitchen to see if there was any leftover food.
The only sound in the main room was the child crying; no one answered.
Aunt Zhao paused, her heart suddenly skipping a beat.
Although Zhao Xiaoyun is lazy, she cherishes Hu'er dearly. Usually, she would jump up at the slightest whimper from the child. What's wrong with her today?
"You brat, are you pretending to be deaf?"
Granny Zhao grumbled as she walked to the door of the main room, pushed it open, and shouted, "Are you trying to starve my eldest grandson to death?"
The room was dimly lit, and only Hu'er was rolling around and crying on the kang (a heated brick bed). The quilt next to him was lifted up, but there was no sign of Zhao Xiaoyun.
Where are they?
She turned her head and looked around. The room was only so big; you could see the whole thing at a glance.
"Did you go to the outhouse?"
Aunt Zhao muttered something, then stepped forward and picked up Hu'er, "Don't cry, my dear grandson, Grandma will go find your mother right away."
She carried the still-soothing child out of the main house and glanced at the outhouse in the backyard.
The outhouse door was open, but it was empty.
A strange chill ran up my heels and down to the back of my head.
Aunt Zhao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Although Zhao Xiaoyun is lazy, she cherishes her son the most. She usually has to tie the child to her waistband even when she goes to the outhouse. What's wrong with her today?
Why don't you show up when the child is crying like this?
"Xiaoyun? My daughter?"
She tentatively called out twice.
The courtyard was quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and Tiger's cries.
As if by some strange twist of fate, Aunt Zhao's gaze fell upon the woodshed that should have been empty.
The door to the woodshed was ajar, and the inside was dark, like a gaping mouth.
She swallowed hard, her feet feeling like they were made of lead, and slowly made her way over.
"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."
Aunt Zhao muttered to herself, "That's the person I personally watched being put into the sack and carried onto the donkey cart. How could he still be at home?"
That sack clearly contained that vile hussy Li Xianglian!
With trembling hands, she suddenly pushed open the two broken wooden doors of the woodshed.
squeak-
Sunlight streamed through the crack in the door, illuminating the dim corner.
Beside the messy pile of firewood, on the tattered straw mat, a figure slowly sat up.
She was wearing an old, patched-up dress, her hair was disheveled, and she looked sleepy, as if she had just been woken up.
That's Li Xianglian!
She didn't run away! Nor was she sold!
She was sitting right there, holding that chipped, broken bowl in her hand, staring blankly at the doorway.
"Mom? What's wrong with you? You look terrible. You look like you've seen a ghost."
Li Xianglian rubbed her eyes. Although her voice was still a little hoarse, it was definitely the sound of a living person.
"ah--!!"
Aunt Zhao's cloudy old eyes widened instantly, almost bursting open, her pupils filled with bloodshot veins. It was as if she had been hit on the head with a club, her mind going blank.
If Li Xianglian is here, then last night... then who was in that heavy sack last night?!
Who was that person dressed in Li Xianglian's clothes, drugged, and sold by her to human traffickers for 350 yuan?!
"A ghost...a ghost!"
Aunt Zhao screamed in pain, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.
The tiger cub in her arms was thrown to the ground and cried loudly, thrashing about.
Aunt Zhao seemed to have lost her soul and couldn't care less about the child.
She pointed at the innocent-looking Li Xianglian, her teeth chattering loudly, and a gurgling sound coming from her throat—she had lost her voice due to extreme fear.
"Mother, what are you saying?" Li Xianglian stood up and walked towards her step by step. Backlit, her delicate face held an enigmatic smile.
"Didn't you tell me last night that I should sleep in the west room? I was just about to go, but I got really dizzy, so I went back to the woodshed to rest. I slept so soundly that I didn't even have a dream."
Li Xianglian walked to the door, looked down at her mother-in-law who was slumped on the ground, and spoke with a mixture of concern and doubt.
"Mother, where's Xiaoyun? Hu'er is crying like this, why isn't she coming out to do anything?"
"You...you..."
As Zhao Da Niang watched Li Xianglian approach, and thinking of her missing daughter, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
When Aunt Zhao fainted, it made quite a commotion. The back of her head hit the threshold of the woodshed with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.
Tiger, who was being held by no one, rolled down his grandmother's broad, barrel-like waist onto the dusty ground. Although he wasn't seriously injured, his cries were heart-wrenching, as if they were about to tear the roof off.
Li Xianglian stood backlit, coldly observing the mess.
She felt no pity whatsoever, only a sense of satisfaction.
This old woman, who usually acts like a tyrant, never expected to be so frightened that her eyes rolled back in her head.
However, the play must continue, and not only must it be performed, but it must be performed loudly enough for the entire Red Star Brigade to hear.
She squatted down and reached out her finger to probe under Aunt Zhao's wrinkled nostrils.
It's still warm; it won't die.
Indeed, as the saying goes, good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years. If this old hag were to die of fright, it would be a good thing for her.
Zhao Xiaoyun was sold into the deep mountains to suffer, and her mother had to endure the pain of losing her daughter and the condemnation of everyone in the village.
Li Xianglian took a deep breath and adjusted her facial expression.
That indifference and pleasure vanished instantly, replaced by a look of utter panic.
She even pinched her inner thigh hard, her eyes immediately turning red from the pain, before staggering out of the courtyard.
"Help! Someone help! Help!"