The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

When Li Zhe returned home with his things, he pushed open the door and startled the little figure who was silently squatting at the entrance of the main room.

The child looked at him with bright eyes.

After closing the courtyard gate, Li Zhe stepped forward and took the child's hand, saying, "Uncle is late. Let's go back inside."

The child nodded timidly and followed obediently behind Li Zhe.

Li Zhe put the things on the table, picked up the little guy and sat him on a stool: "Xiao Mo, are you hungry? Uncle will cook for you right away. Don't touch the things on the table."

Li Mo nodded obediently, her eyes fixed on the things on the table, and she shrank back in fear.

Li Zhe patted his head: "Don't be afraid, this is a river snail that someone gave to your uncle. Momo, don't move, sit still."

Li Mo then shrank back into her small body.

Looking at his obedient, timid, and cowardly nephew, Li Zhe felt even more resentful towards Li Jiang's family. If he had returned a little earlier, his elder brother and the others wouldn't have died, and Xiao Mo wouldn't be so silent now.

He remembered that when he first returned, Li Jiang's family had already moved into his elder brother's house, and Wang Huanhua even made her child, who was not yet four years old, wash dishes in the kitchen.

He saw a tiny child who was not even as tall as the stove and had to stand on a small stool to put the washed dishes into the cupboard.

In a fit of rage, he drove Li Jiang and his family out of his elder brother's house and punched Li Jiang twice. In the end, the villagers told him that he had beaten Li Jiang so badly that he couldn't get out of bed for three months.

After that, she stayed here alone to take care of her nephew.

He still hasn't figured out why his young brother and sister-in-law died suddenly, and why Xiao Mo has become a child who no longer speaks.

Li Zhe thought to himself that all of this was inextricably linked to Li Jiang's family.

Li Zhe scooped out some flour from the bag and made a dumpling soup, and also stir-fried a plate of meat.

Take out an egg, crack the shell, put it in a bowl, add some water and a little salt, and steam it in a steamer.

It's been half a day since I finished making things, and now it's getting dark.

Li Zhe hurriedly went inside to get the candles, lit them, placed them on the table, and brought out the prepared food.

He said gently to Li Mo, "Xiao Mo, come and eat."

Place the steamed egg for Li Mo in front of him and give him a small spoon.

Li Mo ate the steamed egg in small bites with a small wooden spoon.

Looking at the river snails on the table, and remembering the promise the young man had made earlier, Li Zhe took a river snail out of the large bowl with his hand.

Pry open the shell, pinch the snail meat, and put it in your mouth.

Just as Li Mo was about to stop him, Li Zhe waved his hand at him: "Eat yours quickly."

My eyes lit up suddenly. It tasted delicious, even better than meat. There was no sand or grit, and it wasn't fishy or smelly. How did Brother Cai manage to do that?

Li Mo's eyes suddenly lit up as she looked curiously at the river snails on the table. These things smelled bad, so why did her uncle eat them?

Li Xiaobao used to stuff this thing into his mouth. The river snail was full of sand, which made his mouth hurt.

That's why he was so frightened when he saw the river snail that he hid back.

Seeing Li Mo staring blankly at the river snails on the table, Li Zhe thought he wanted to eat them, so he took one, scooped out the meat, and prepared to put it in Li Mo's bowl.

Li Mo held her bowl and stepped back, shaking her head repeatedly at him.

Seeing that he didn't want to eat, Li Zhe didn't force him. He put some meat in his bowl and said, "If Xiao Mo doesn't want it, then forget it. Come and eat the meat."

Li Mo then handed over the bowl and took the meat that Li Zhe had put on his plate.

Li Zhe couldn't forget the taste after just one bite, and none of the other meats on the table could attract his attention.

He kept reaching into the large bowl with a chipped hole to take river snails.

Li Mo secretly watched, wondering why her uncle was eating this stuff, which smelled bad and had a sandy texture.

After the uncle and nephew finished dinner, Li Zhe washed Li Mo clean and carried him to bed.

She pulled the blanket over him and said, "Xiao Mo, go to sleep. You don't need to wait for me."

Li Mo nodded obediently.

Li Zhe went to another room and took out the letter he had just received that day.

This is a simple study he converted from a storage room, with a large wooden table inside.

There were writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones on the table.

After reading the letter, he slammed his hand on the table in anger. These people were incredibly audacious, actually selling Wushi San, a drug that was prohibited from being sold in Yan State.

No wonder His Majesty asked me to secretly investigate the information.

He received a secret imperial edict eight months ago, which stated that Wushi Powder had appeared in the southwest region, not far from his jurisdiction.

He had heard from the old men in the military camp that this stuff would turn you into a monster if you took it, and that you would be addicted if you only tasted a tiny bit.

People who have used it will become increasingly thin and weak, and may also become confused or even harm others.

This Five-Stone Powder was explicitly banned in the Yan State more than 20 years ago, but unexpectedly it has started to reappear now.

I heard that there was also one in his hometown of Yuyang County. Since the fighting on the border had just stopped, they sent him to investigate the matter.

He hadn't been back for ten years, so he came back to see his brother and sister-in-law, only to find that they were gone forever.

His brother and sister-in-law died under mysterious circumstances, and he took over their son, Li Mo, but after investigating for so long, he still had no clue.

Li Jiang is so meticulous in his work that he leaves no trace whatsoever.

His second uncle's family occupied his elder brother's house and took it for granted that they would bully his nephew.

After thinking about it, he put the letter away, got up, and took the candle back to his room.

Seeing that Li Mo had already fallen asleep under the covers, I was afraid he would feel suffocated, so I pulled the covers down a little more for him.

Blowing out the candle, Li Zhe felt Li Mo curled up in a small ball beside him as he slept, and patted his back with his large hand.

Li Mo then relaxed her curled-up body.

By the moonlight streaming through the window, Li Zhe's eyes turned cold. Why was it that Xiao Mo, who was already four years old, still couldn't speak? What had Li Jiang's family done to his elder brother and his family?

Since Li Jiang sent him to join the army for money, he not only didn't die in the military camp, but he also survived by sheer luck.

He worked his way up step by step, rising from a lowly soldier to a renowned and valiant general.

Last year, they finally drove the invading Xiongnu back to their homeland.

The external threat had just been dealt with when things started to get restless domestically.

As Li Zhe listened to the snoring beside him, he pursed his lips slightly. It seemed that Xiao Mo should no longer be afraid of him.

He was snoring even when he was sleeping next to me. When I first came back, he would crawl under the bed as soon as he saw me.

Even when I hold him to sleep, he struggles constantly.

Later, she got tired and fell asleep, her face covered in tears, and even her breathing was weak.

The only downside is that he's been with him for over seven months, but he's never heard him utter a single word.

We took him to the town to see a doctor, who said that he was so frightened that he was unwilling to speak.

Li Zhe gave a wry smile: "Xiao Mo, what did you see that scared you so much that you lost your voice?"

The only response to Li Zhe's words was Li Mo's soft snoring.

The bright moonlight outside the window began to hide behind the clouds, leaving only a faint sliver of light that shone into the room.