The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 41 I can't muster any strength, I need to take it slow.
In the courtyard, Wei Shouzhong was engrossed in pulling the wood saw, with wood chips flying everywhere.

The box was almost finished. There was still quite a bit of wood left, which he planned to make into a walking stick for Ah Lang to make it easier for him to walk; it wouldn't take much effort.

The trees felled from the mountain need to be dried and planed. With the wedding date fast approaching, Wei Shouzhong was worried there wouldn't be enough time. He had transported the timber from a craftsman in the village, promising the carpenter he would replace it later.

Hui Niang discussed it with him from the side.

"We didn't invite many people, but I reckon they can squeeze in a few seats."

"A banquet without meat is not good. Husband, go and catch some fish and shrimp later."

"Let's kill another chicken."

She felt a little sorry for them, after all, they only had five chickens at home, but they all laid eggs.

But Hui Niang wanted to make the banquet more presentable, at least not shabby.

"There's not much cured pork left from last year, but if we slice it thinly, everyone can have a taste. It's still a dish after all. I'll dig up more winter bamboo shoots next time and stir-fry them together."

"There's still a lot of tofu left over from last time, so I'll use it to make soup with eggs."

"Fortunately, there is no shortage of radishes and greens at home, so they can eat their fill."

Wei Shouzhong wiped his sweat: "I trust you to handle things. Everyone knows the situation at home. If we try to save face by overextending ourselves, Uncle, you're an honest and kind man. I'm afraid you wouldn't feel at ease even if you ate the food."

"But drinks are a must; they really enjoy them."

Hui Niang smiled and nodded.

"I can spare it."

“Silly Girl’s mother is a skilled brewer. She makes a lot of wine every year to sell. The villagers are also willing to support their business. I have already placed an order with her for several jars, and I’ll make sure there’s enough for everyone.”

As the two were talking, they saw Yu Tingwan come out of Wei Zhao's room.

The young girl was pretty; she was eye-catching just by standing there. Unaware of this, she gave Hui Niang a faint smile.

"Auntie, is there anything you need me to do?"

Hui Niang thought she was just restless, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "There really is."

“We boil celebratory eggs when we have a wedding here. The Du family in the village borrowed the dye powder when they had their wedding, but they probably forgot to return it because they were busy.”

The Du family didn't repay the debt, and she didn't press them for it.

After all, her son and daughter were gone, and she thought she would never need dye powder again.

"If it's convenient for you, Auntie, please make the trip for me."

After saying that, she was still worried.

Do you know how to get to the Du family's house?

Yu Tingwan actually knew.

The night she moved to the old house, Du's wife talked to her.

Yes, that's the fat woman who told her that Granny Fan had bad intentions, that her nephew was running around naked, and that his penis was very thin.

Yu Tingwan was thinking that she had to find a thin one, otherwise it would hurt a lot if it was inserted.

But she's been so busy lately that she forgot.

I wonder how Wei Shen is doing.

Although he was tall and strong, he was sickly and a bit delicate.

It's definitely not very good.

Yu Tingwan was very reassured about this.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

As she walked out, she heard Hui Niang's words of advice behind her.

"The mountain roads are slippery, be careful."

Yu Tingwan responded cheerfully, "Yes!"

The snow was thick, and Yu Tingwan walked slowly.

They didn't see many people along the way, and their arrival at the Du family's house went smoothly.

When Grandma Du learned of their purpose, she quickly fetched the food and even gave Yu Tingwan a handful of vegetables.

"Oh dear! Look at you, getting old and forgetful, I forgot to send it back to Hui Niang. These vegetables are from the garden, please take them to her so she can have some more vegetables."

Yu Tingwan accepted the gift, then took her leave.

As she watched her retreating figure, Grandma Du kept scolding herself for being so foolish.

Until Du's daughter-in-law sneaked out of the house and asked, "Mother, what does the Wei family need dye for?"

"You're stupid, of course you'll need it..."

Grandma Du finally realized what was happening.

"That's right!" "If the Wei family is going to hold a funeral like this, why are they even boiling eggs?"

She went to see her daughter-in-law: "Who will Wei's son marry?"

Du's daughter-in-law glanced around, then lowered her voice, afraid someone might be listening: "It's probably my stepmother."

"How can it be!"

"Then why would it be Wan Niang who came?"

"Can't that girl be kind-hearted?"

Du's daughter-in-law: ...

Given Yu Tingwan's stubborn temper, her guarded nature, and her reluctance to interact with others, she really didn't think she would be willing to go to great lengths to improve her relationship with her neighbor, the Wei family.

"No, I'll go out and ask around."

She quickly pulled her mother-in-law back, saying, "Please don't! We haven't heard any news, and I'm afraid the Wei family won't want to make a fuss about it. Don't cause them any trouble."

Since it was still early, Yu Tingwan didn't rush back and planned to take a stroll at the foot of the mountain.

She picked the mushrooms there last time, and since it rained a few days ago, I'm afraid a lot more have grown.

She remembered Hui Niang saying that mushroom soup is the most delicious.

It was cold, and few villagers came over for a bite to eat. Yu Tingwan quickly picked up quite a lot. Since she didn't have a basket, she used her clothes to hold it.

Just as Da Fengshou was about to head back, Yu Tingwan heard a weeping sound, like a cat's, with a mournful, intermittent quality.

It sounded like it was crying out in pain.

But it was quickly turned into sobs, as if someone had gagged her.

But because of the distance, it wasn't very clear.

A chilly wind swept by, rustling the shadows of the trees, and the strange cries of mountain birds rose and fell.

Large snowflakes landed on my neck, sending a chill down my back.

Yu Tingwan became extremely alert and suddenly looked towards the source of the sound. It was quite far away, overgrown with weeds, and because of the snow, she could only see a vast expanse of white, as if it concealed unknown dangers.

There are no residents near the foot of the mountain.

Even if something goes wrong, shouting for help won't help.

Who are those people?

Is there anyone else?

Yu Tingwan was, in the end, just an ordinary girl with a bit more strength. She was also timid, not foolish enough to risk her life.

She didn't dare go forward and turned to leave. Fortunately, no one chased after her.

Ke Yu Tingwan's expression turned grave, and her pace quickened until she started jogging. Just as she entered the Wei family's house, her body slid down; her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Hearing the commotion, Hui Niang rushed over: "What happened?"

"What happened?"

Yu Tingwan grabbed her hand.

"Something must have happened at the foot of the mountain."

She spoke much faster than usual and briefly told Hui Niang what she had said.

Hui Niang panicked upon hearing this.

"Unfortunately, Grandma fell, and your uncle just went out."

She helped Yu Tingwan up, saying, "Go to Alang's room and warm yourself by the fire. I'll go find the village head."

Yu Tingwan waved her hand and said, "Auntie, I can't muster any strength. I need to rest. Don't worry about me."

Seeing that she was alright except for her pale face, Hui Niang was slightly relieved and went out without delay.

It took Yu Tingwan a long, long time before the fear in her heart dared to arise.

After an unknown amount of time, a pair of shoes appeared in front of me.

Yu Tingwan slowly raised her eyes to look at the owner of the shoes.

Wei Zhao left the house at some point, and it was unclear whether she was too scared to notice or he simply walked quietly.

The man stared at her with droopy eyelids.

Yu Tingwan: "Is it pretty?"

She looked terrible; her clothes were covered in mud, and her hair was a mess.

Wei Zhao didn't speak, but he took a step back.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

Good, good, she chose the man, that's great!
(End of this chapter)