Blissful Days After Widowhood - Chapter 244

In Duke Ying’s courtyard, Wu Zhong just got up.

The previous night he had a dream, a dream about his life in Batou Village ten years ago.

Compared with the situation at home at that time, it was considered a hardship, but every day was lively.

As soon as the day dawned, Mrs. Wang would get up and shout loudly for everyone to get up while cooking the meal.

The well-behaved and cowardly Gu Daya was always the first to get up and help her cook.

When Wu Zhong and Wu Qingyi were both up, they would be able to eat hot food, but they couldn’t tell what it was.

Whenever the father and son dared to raise objections, Mrs. Wang would angrily slap the table and say, “I can’t stop you two from not eating. If you don’t like it, don’t eat!”

The loud voice caused the father and son to shrink their necks and dare not say a word again.

The year he was drafted into the army, Mrs. Wang became pregnant again, and the family got another mouth to feed.

Taking advantage of the slack in the farming season, he picked up a trader’s pole and went to the city to do small business.

The small business was going well, and he could save a couple of silver a few years ago to buy things for Mrs. Wang and their unborn child.

After work that day, he just walked to the entrance of the village when he saw Mrs. Wang standing there with a sullen face with hands on her hips.

He hurriedly stepped forward and said, “You are still pregnant, why are you waiting for me out in the cold weather?”

Mrs. Wang snorted coldly, and took out the kitchen knife from behind.

“You became a businessman behind my back, right? If it wasn’t for Widow Li at the eastern end of the village who told me that she saw you talking to a girl in the city, I would have been deceived by you for the rest of my life!”

Since the two got married, Mrs. Wang would not let him do business, saying that because he was good-looking, there was no guarantee that others would not fall for him like her, and not to provoke some peach blossom debts back then.

Wu Zhong couldn’t help laughing. No matter how good looking he was, he was already in his 40s. How could there be any peach blossom debts to provoke? And even in the past, only a silly girl like Mrs. Wang was willing to give up the good life at home and live with him in poverty.

“I want to save some money for you and the child,” Wu Zhong explained in a good voice, fearing that Mrs. Wang might have emotional instability and affect the baby.

“I don’t care. Didn’t you promise me that if you did something wrong, you would let me beat you to death? There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, right?”

Wu Zhong nodded, and then said, “I don’t think I did anything wrong, did I?”

Mrs. Wang then said with a sneer, “Then if I chop you half to death, it won’t count as killing you, right?”

Mrs. Wang wasn’t skilled in using the kitchen knife to cook, but when she wanted to chop people, the kitchen knife danced like a tiger.

That kind of battle was often staged at home, but that time, Wu Zhong was frightened, not because he was really afraid of her cutting himself. Mrs. Wang was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and always frightened him. He was afraid that she would hurt herself and the child in her womb.

He shouted as he ran, asking her to pay attention to her body. The couple was making a fuss, and many officers and soldiers came to the village.

That kind of dream, Wu Zhong had often had in the past years, and he woke up with tears.

When he got up that time, he just found it funny, thinking if his wife was still dancing with the kitchen knife after so many years.

Afterward, he asked the servant to change his clothes and comb his hair.

He hadn’t been so particular about it for many years.

The hair mixed with grey threads was neatly combed and tied into the golden crown on the top of his head. With the resolute face that he still had in his youth, he suddenly looked several years younger.

If he didn’t speak, he looked like a heroic middle-aged man.

The servants were used to seeing his sullen appearance, and they couldn’t help but praise him that day, “Duke, you should have dressed up like this long ago. You look younger like this!”

Wu Zhong pursed his lips, and half of his face was still unnatural.

Shen Hanchun came in when the servants complimented him.

Seeing that Wu Zhong, the dying man, suddenly dressed up, Shen Hanchun’s eyes showed a trace of contempt.

Counting the days, Wu Qingyi would be back soon.

In her previous life, she was confined to the palace, but she vaguely remembered that he returned to Beijing in August.

She could only hope that he was seriously injured and that the matter of abstention should not change as well.

She suppressed the faint uneasiness in her heart, and when she entered the room, she said, “Duke, you are indeed handsome today!”

Wu Jian nodded, and said to everyone with difficulty and slowly, “Pay attention, my son and wife will be back today.”