bayedsolid Chapter 182 What kind of trouble can happen
Chapter 182 What kind of trouble can happen
At twelve o'clock in the morning, the weasel stood outside the yard and looked into the distance. It was already late at night and the sky had already become dark, but why didn't he see the girl and his son?
Logically speaking, after going to the East Village to watch a wrestling match, I should be back home by now, right?
Why is there no sign of them until now?
Could it be that something happened to the girl again?
No, I have to go look for it.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
Du Cuilan looked at the weasel who was turning around to leave and asked him.
"Are you missing that damn girl again?"
"I'll go to the village entrance to see why they haven't come back yet?"
Just as the weasel was about to take a step forward, Du Cuilan suddenly came running from behind and grabbed him, cursing at him.
"Damn you little bitch, it's so quiet at night, and I still let you go out to look for her. Come back and I'll break her legs."
"If you dare to touch her, I will break your legs."
The weasel looked at Du Cuilan who was pulling him with an angry look, and his voice was deafening.
"Don't stop me from looking for the girl."
The weasel shook off Du Cuilan's hand, which was pulled by her. This really stirred up a hornet's nest. She put her hands on her hips, burning with anger and cursing.
"You damned little girl, you've taken your father's soul away. Look at what he has become because of you. I can't stay in this family for another day."
"If you can't stay, get out of here."
The weasel stopped moving and turned to look at Du Cuilan, who was rolling on the ground throwing a tantrum. He really had no idea what to do with her. Beating her was not the right thing to do, nor was scolding her. For the sake of the girl, he had no choice but to keep quiet.
"I'll go look for them and I'll be back soon. Why are you throwing a tantrum like this in front of my house?"
"Oh my god! It's already a quiet night, dark and dark. How can I be at ease if you go out alone?"
Du Cuilan quickly got up from the ground, looked at the weasel standing next to her, stopped her fake crying, and chattered.
"You've spoiled the girl, and now, even your son has been spoiled by her. What do you think we should do?"
"What do you want?"
The weasel looked at Du Cuilan with a helpless look. Fortunately, it was night time and no one heard it. If it was daytime, it would have spread throughout the entire Three Willows. Family disgrace should not be made public!
"What should we do? Let the girl go out to work and earn money."
"Money, money, money. That's all you care about. Why do you need so much money?"
"You want money, you want money to marry your son Huang Yelang. Don't you see that other people's sons are already married and have children?"
The weasel was pestered by Du Cuilan, and his heart was in a mess when he wanted to go out and find the girl. Could something really have happened to the girl again?
Impossible. Don't scare yourself. With her son and Huang Yelang by her side, nothing will happen to the girl.
"Why don't you speak?"
"I'm too lazy to talk to you."
The weasel swung his legs and stepped into the yard. He didn't want to cause a commotion at his doorstep in the dead of night and disturb the whole village.
"Little guy, if I can't control you, my last name is not Du."
Du Cuilan walked into the yard with her strong legs and looked at the weasel sitting in the rattan chair. She was very ambitious tonight. She usually didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that the weasel would turn against her and beat her up, and she would be the one who would suffer.
"Who allowed this crazy girl to go to the wrestling match?"
"it's me."
"I knew it was you. You'll spoil her sooner or later. You dote on the girl too much."
Du Cuilan kept nagging and talking endlessly, which made the annoyed weasel so angry that he rolled his eyes at her.
"Stop nagging me endlessly."
"Who do you think I am willing to nag for?"
Du Cuilan became more and more excited as she spoke, and her words became more and more outrageous. She looked at the weasel in front of her.
"I am doing this for our family. You know, girl, why didn't she come back so late? What were she doing with her son?"
"What are you doing?"
When the weasel heard Du Cuilan's unreliable words, he felt a chill on the back of his head and stared at Du Cuilan who was speaking.
"What can they do together as brothers and sisters?"
"Don't you have a brain? Don't you think carefully?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Du Cuilan suddenly bent down and sat next to the weasel, talking to him about something she couldn't understand.
"The girl is already eighteen this year, and the son is also quite old, right?"
"Yes!"
"Really? Don't you know that men should get married when they are old enough and women should get married when they are old enough?"
The weasel heard the hidden meaning in Du Cuilan's words, looked at him, and said with dissatisfaction.
"You are taking this too far. The girl is only a little old, it's time for her to get married."
Du Cuilan looked at the weasel with a worried look, who refused to listen to her words, and repeated them carefully.
"They are two children, alone together, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at our family?"
"What's the joke?"
When the weasel heard Du Cuilan's words, he looked at her with disapproval and spoke loudly.
"They walk upright and sit straight, who would laugh at them?"
"Aren't you afraid that something might go wrong when young people get together?"
"What trouble can there be?"
Du Cuilan knew clearly that ever since her son beat the maid last time, she realized that both her son and the maid had grown up, and she was afraid that something that shouldn't happen would happen.
"Aren't you afraid that our son will bully the girl?"
"What? You're getting more and more ridiculous. You're really out of touch."
When the weasel heard what Du Cuilan said, he jumped up immediately and said, "You spendthrift woman, you are so careless with your words. How can you say such things casually?"
"If something happens, don't regret it, and don't blame me for not reminding you."
Du Cuilan saw that her words had no effect on the weasel, so she simply got up and went back to her room to have a good sleep, leaving the weasel alone in the yard to ponder.