Fast Travel: The Hundred-Life Couple

Dong Jian is useless.

Only he knows.

That day, after he was kicked by Ye Xiaoli, he was in pain all night, but he was not in the mood to settle the score with Ye Xiaoli, so he slept on the floor all night.

The next morning, he was still in pain, so he went to the military hospital. The doctor asked him what had happened. He pretended to be embarrassed and said to the doctor, "I was newly married last night and was too unrestrained. My angry wife accidentally kicked me."

The doctor found no problems and told him to go home and maybe the pain would go away.

Two days later, the pain was gone, but I couldn't get an erection either.

No matter what he did, the boy showed no reaction, so he had no choice but to go to a small black market clinic. A doctor wearing small round sunglasses looked at the wound for a long time, then looked at it with a magnifying glass, and finally scratched and rubbed it, but it was of no use.

Seeing this, Dong Jian's heart sank to the bottom and he hated Ye Xiaoli to the core.

"When will it greet you again recently?" asked the doctor in round sunglasses seriously.

Dong Jian still held onto a glimmer of hope and continued to lie: "Three days ago, my wife and I entered the bridal chamber. She couldn't stand it and kicked me, and that's it."

The doctor in round sunglasses laughed and advised him meaningfully to go to a large hospital in the capital, saying that there was nothing he could do.

Dong Jian's heart finally settled down.

I returned home in a rage and saw Ye Xiaoli humming a song while stewing a small bowl of chicken soup. Her body was pretty, but too thin. She needed some nourishment.

Of course, the money used to buy the chickens was the more than 80 yuan in cash that Dong Jian had hidden at home. This guy, after getting married, refused to give her any household expenses.

Who is this?

The first thing Dong Jian saw was his passbook spread out on the table. There was only a balance of 300 yuan in it, and Ye Xiaoli had not had time to withdraw it.

Realizing that Ye Xiaoli had rummaged through his things, his face darkened, he locked the door and raised his fist to attack. Ye Xiaoli looked at him coldly as he rushed over, and kicked him against the wall two meters away.

There were a few nails hammered into the wall, with most of the nails left outside for hanging things. He groaned, holding his back and lying on the ground.

Not a drop of chicken soup was spilled in the bowl.

"You loser, you can't even beat me, and you still want to commit domestic violence?" Ye Xiaoli was furious. He put down the chicken soup and kicked Dong Jian's head again and again. "Domestic violence, domestic violence, domestic violence, right? Stand up and try to commit domestic violence. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll kick you to death!"

Ye Xiaoli kicked very hard, and each kick was aimed at the vital points.

Dong Jian had no power to fight back. He could only curl up and protect his head as he was kicked.

Ye Xiaoli was not in good physical condition and was sweating all over before he slowly withdrew his foot and let Dong Jian go. He did not notice that Dong Jian's eyes were buried in his arms, which were filled with hatred and malice.

"Hey, give me some living expenses." That day, Ye Xiaoli spent all his money lavishly and asked Dong Jian for more.

Dong Jian concealed the disgust in his eyes and said angrily, "You've spent it all again?

But I don't have any money either. Didn't you ransack our house before? You took all the hidden cash I had, and you took all the money from my savings account. You even took my salary this month, which I just received, before I even sent home the twenty yuan. You took it all away. We're struggling to even put food on the table this month!

I have never seen a woman spend money so lavishly. In less than a month, she spent nearly five hundred yuan.

If this continues, even mountains of gold and silver won't be enough for her to squander.

"So what should I do? If you hadn't used up all your salary to please that vixen named Fang Yinyin, you wouldn't be unable to even support your wife. How could you be so useless?"

Ye Xiaoli was extremely disgusted.

"I'm useless? Many of our neighbors in the family compound are now privately discussing how you're spending lavishly at the supply and marketing cooperative. You should be mindful of the impact! You don't take my future seriously at all. If someone reports me and I can't join the army, you'll have to go back to the countryside with me to farm."

"Tsk, I don't care," Ye Xiaoli said unreasonably, "Just give me the money quickly, or I'll beat you to death. I'll beat you black and blue, and then you'll have the nerve to leave the house."

Dong Jian clenched his fists, his masseter muscles twitched, and finally he resigned himself to walking to the backyard and dug out a tightly wrapped small box. When he opened it, there was a ginseng lying quietly inside.

Originally intended to be used to please Teacher Fang, but Fang Yinyin ended up eloping with someone.

He said to Ye Xiaoli with a cold face: "I don't have any money, but I once asked someone to buy me a ginseng. You can exchange it for money, but there is one thing, you have to give me one thousand in exchange."

Ye Xiaoli pretended not to hear the latter part of the sentence. He happily snatched the box away and looked at the ginseng carefully. "How old is this? How much can it be exchanged for?"

Dong Jian turned his eyes away and said, "About seventy or eighty years old. It can be sold for around five thousand yuan."

"Ha! I'm rich!" Ye Xiaoli cheered while hugging the ginseng. "I've never seen so much money since I was a child."

Dong Jian had already arranged everything. After waiting for a few days, he found that Ye Xiaoli had not gone to exchange money at all. He felt heavy-hearted and tried to find a way to spread the news that Ye Xiaoli was in charge of his family's power to Yejia Village.

"I didn't expect that Ye Xiaoli, who was like a quail in Yejia Village, could control her husband so well after getting married. I heard that her husband gave all the family savings to her for safekeeping.

I didn’t send any of my monthly salary home, I gave every penny to Ye Xiaoli.”

"How did you know?"

"Ye Xiaoli's mother-in-law scolded Ye Xiaoli in her village, saying that her son didn't send money home this month."

"..."

Uncle Ye heard about this from a group of old ladies at the village entrance. He thought about it while smoking a cigarette, while Aunt Ye sighed beside him.

Ye Bailian, who was dating the educated youth, also heard some rumors, but she just listened to them and didn't pay too much attention to them.

After returning home, Uncle Ye asked Ye Bailian, who could read, to write a letter to Ye Xiaoli asking for money. Ye Bailian had not suffered the cruelty of reality and did not take the money seriously.

Moreover, she has always looked down on Ye Xiaoli, and did not take it seriously when she heard that she had taken control of Dong Jian.

Someone who looks down on you at the beginning will always look down on you. Even if you achieve great success, she will not change her opinion of you. She will only think that you are unworthy, and thus feel jealous and want to destroy you.

At this time, Ye Bailian still looked down on Ye Xiaoli with a condescending attitude, thinking that she was a poor person whose husband had someone else in his heart.

Even if I have some money, I dare not spend it carelessly.

Ye Bailian refused to write, so Uncle Ye went to the county town to find someone he didn't know to write for him, and asked Ye Xiaoli for an answer. After receiving the letter, Ye Xiaoli didn't even read it, let alone pay attention to it.

Out of shame, Uncle Ye never mentioned Ye Xiaoli again after not receiving a reply.

"Ye Xiaoli, if you don't want to sell the ginseng, just give it back to me. I'll find someone to exchange it for money!" After Ye Xiaoli once again robbed all his wages, Dong Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I borrowed money to eat last month. Do you want me to borrow again this month? How long will I have to borrow? You can at least give me thirty out of the one hundred and thirty!"

Ye Xiaoli was admiring her newly bought white dress in the goldfish mirror. Upon hearing this, she said impatiently, "I understand. I'll go to the black market tomorrow afternoon. Let me make it clear, the maximum I can get for the ginseng is 500."

Dong Jian was not very satisfied with the number, but he didn't say much.

It was a miracle that Ye Xiaoli was willing to give him some money.

The next afternoon, Ye Xiaoli went to the black market as planned. The black market was far from the military area and very remote. According to the route provided by Dong Jian, Ye Xiaoli changed two buses and walked for a distance before finally finding the black market.

I just walked into the alley he described and found it was quiet and there was no one inside.

After walking a few steps further and reaching a corner, a hand holding a handkerchief suddenly reached out and covered her face with it, and a pungent smell emanated from it.

It's ether.

Suddenly, seven or eight people rushed out from the front and back of the alley and surrounded Ye Xiaoli, who was about to faint.