The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 159 Everyone is gone

No sooner had Wen Dazhuang arrived at the house than Qian Zhaodi went into the room where her mentally challenged son slept and began packing up his belongings.

When Wen Dazhuang was off off to fool around again with his broken wine jug, she went inside, tidied her clothes, and then, carrying two large bundles, coaxed Wen Youcai to come with her.

Now there's nothing left in the house, and there's an old woman bedridden with paralysis; she just can't take it anymore.

Why not take your son back to your parents' home? Last time, her mother said that an old bachelor in the village had taken a liking to her and wanted to pay several taels of silver to marry her!

Look, her son is already so old and there are still people who want her, which means she's still in high demand. Why should she stick with that heartless bastard Wen Dazhuang?

Her son was a piece of her own flesh and blood, so of course she couldn't bear to part with him. If she took him back, at least he could eat some sticky porridge, right?

Thinking this, she coaxed Wen Youcai, who was clinging to the door. Old Zhou, who was half asleep on the bed, woke up immediately upon hearing her words.

"Waaah, waaah"

That damned Qian Zhaodi! She actually tried to take her grandson away! No way! He's the only son in the family!

She struggled on the bed but it was no use, and finally collapsed off the bed.

Hearing the commotion inside, Qian Zhaodi knew that Old Zhou must have overheard. She took two wild fruits out of her sleeve and stuffed them into Wen Youcai's hand. "I also have some sweet candies here. Cai-ge, come with me and I'll give you some."

Having received the benefit, Wen Youcai let go of her hand, and remembering that there was still candy to be had, he obediently followed Qian Zhaodi away.

Old Mrs. Zhou gradually fell silent when she heard the noise outside stop. She felt her body getting colder inch by inch, and her eyelids were so heavy that she could hardly lift them.

On her deathbed, she seemed to see someone walking towards her. She reached out to grab him, but he vanished in an instant, and some familiar yet unfamiliar voices flashed past her ears.

"Mom, are you tired? Here, have some water."

"Mother, I found a bird's egg, I'll burn it for you to eat."

"Mother, you should go back and rest. I'll do the work in the fields."

……

As she listened, a slight smile appeared on her lips, when suddenly a sharp, piercing sound rang in her ears.

"Why! Why are you doing this to me! I was also born after you carried me for ten months!"

"Those are my wife and children! You let them bully them!"

"I hate you! I hate you! You're not my mother!"

……

Old Mrs. Zhou suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes filled with cloudy tears.

She was wrong, completely wrong! The second child was also a piece of her own flesh and blood, how could she be so biased!

How filial he is! Even if she doesn't want to talk to him, he still loves his mother!

Then look at the eldest and third sons, what's the point of protecting them so much?

It's too late, it's all too late.

Tears of regret streamed down her dirty cheeks as Old Zhou gradually lost her breath, her eyes staring out the window.

Wu Hong returned from her escapades outside and was puzzled to hear that there was no movement in her room.

This old man usually makes a fuss at the slightest sound, why is he so quiet today?

She turned around and went into Old Zhou's room. As soon as she opened the door, she screamed in fright, "Ah! Someone's dead!"

"What's all the noise about?! You annoying woman!" Wen Zhuzi was woken up by her noise and walked out, still sleepy, while pulling up his pants.

Wu Hong immediately rushed behind him, pointed at Old Zhou's corpse, and said in a trembling voice, "Mother! Mother seems to be dead..."

Wen Zhuzi pushed her away impatiently and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Mother is lying there perfectly fine!"

"What kind of wife are you? Your mother is lying on the ground and you're not even going to help her up!"

He pushed her hard, and Wu Hong stumbled and fell into the house, right face to face with Old Zhou.

She almost fainted from fright. She called out to Old Zhou several times, but when she didn't respond, she reached out with trembling hands to touch the tip of Old Zhou's nose.

"Ah! Ah! Dead! Really dead!"

She pushed herself up with her hands and kicked her legs to quickly back away. Wen Zhuzi, now fully awake, walked over and reacted just like Wu Hong.

The couple ran outside like madmen, repeatedly shouting, "Mother is dead! Mother is dead!"

The villagers were coming out of the new house after finishing their meal when they soon found out what had happened.

Wen Muchuan paused for a moment after hearing this, then continued with what he was doing.

They had long since worn away any remaining affection between them, and he couldn't convince himself to forgive her.

Because she almost killed her own wife and her beloved daughter.

In the evening, Wen Dazhuang returned drunk, leaning on a cane, and ran into Lai Zi at the village entrance.

The scoundrel, smelling the strong stench of alcohol on him and noticing a lump on his chest, covered his nose in disgust and said, "Dazhuang, your mother is dead!"

"Your mother is the one who's dead!"

Wen Dazhuang raised his fist to hit him, but Lai Zi ran away as fast as he could, cursing as he ran, "My mother is already dead, you son of a bitch, do you think you can just say that?!"

He was just trying to be kind and tell him, and this guy actually cursed at him, ptooey!

Wen Dazhuang hiccuped and grumbled as he walked home. When he got to the gate, he saw two white lanterns hanging there, swaying precariously and looking rather eerie.

He shuddered, thinking he had misread it, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, there were indeed two white lanterns swaying there.

He suddenly felt a pang in his heart when he remembered what Lai Zi had said to him at the village entrance.

He threw down the stick in his hand and scrambled inside. In the courtyard, there was a thin-skinned coffin with a lamp lit underneath.

Wen Zhuzi knelt there blankly, draped in a white cloth, muttering something incoherently.

"Brother, Mother is gone."

Wu Hong saw Wen Dazhuang force out a few tears. She had been kneeling all afternoon, and now that Wen Dazhuang was back, it would be a good time for her to take a break.

She wanted to go inside and take a nap! She was so sleepy.

Wen Dazhuang was struck dumb. He rushed over and looked at the person in the coffin, muttering, "Impossible, impossible, he was perfectly fine this morning."

He glanced out the window as he left, and saw that his mother was still lying safely in bed!

The village chief handed him the mourning clothes and said in a deep voice, "Kneel properly and send your mother up the mountain tomorrow morning."

This is outrageous! At his age, he's still living such a muddled and confused life!

Now that he's gone, nothing he says matters. This thin coffin was put together by the villagers who couldn't bear to see him suffer.

As for the other expenses, Wen Muchuan quietly provided the money, and told him not to tell the people at the old house to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wen Dazhuang silently accepted the mourning clothes and put them on. His previously dazed mind was now clear.

"Where is your sister-in-law? And where did Cai'er go?"

Wu Hong rolled her eyes, slightly speechless. "My sister-in-law and Cai'er haven't been seen all afternoon. The whole village has searched, but we don't know where they are."

Wen Dazhuang frowned deeply. Where did that lazy woman go?!

She spends all day with her silly son and does nothing, probably because he's been nagging her to go out and play again.