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Chapter 2821 An Accident Encounters on the Way to the Wedding

"I'll go, I'll go, okay?" Zhu Chuanwu said, carrying the bucket of water as if venting his frustration. Every time he carried a bucket of water back, it was usually more than half gone.

Zhu Chuanwen pretended not to see it. After all, disciplining children requires a balance of strictness and leniency. Besides, judging from the development of the plot, the letter from his cheap father, Zhu Kaishan, might already be on its way.

We'll be heading to Northeast China soon, and who knows who will benefit from this? Even if we manage to grow flowers, what good will it do? We can't harvest the grain tomorrow.

The reason Zhu Chuanwu was asked to water the fields was simply to temper his temperament.

He was wandering in the heavens.

"Thud!" Suddenly, the bucket was thrown in front of me.

Looking up, I realized that Zhu Chuanwu had gone on strike.

He had no children and had never done farm work before. Although he was strong, he didn't know how to use his strength and soon became breathless from exhaustion.

"What's gotten into you now, kid? Looking for a beating?"

"Boss Zhu, if you've got the guts, then kill me. You're going too far. Why should I do it all by myself instead of doing it myself?"

As the pain from the beating gradually subsided, Zhu Chuanwu felt like he was back in action.

Zhu Chuanwen, as the older brother, naturally had to grant his younger brother's request to get a beating, so he rubbed his fists together and slowly walked over.

"Ouch!" I got punched in the face.

"Boss Zhu, you... *slap*!" Another punch interrupted the kid's complaints.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Chuanwu, whose nose and face were swollen, obediently went to fetch water.

Zhu Chuanwen is very accurate in his attacks, aiming to cause pain without harming the body or causing confusion without damaging the brain. So, although Zhu Chuanwu looks quite miserable, it is actually just a superficial injury. He can basically recover completely after a day or two of rest at home.

This scene was also witnessed by the clever third brother, Zhu Chuanjie.

There's a saying that the eldest child is foolish, the second child is cunning, and every family has a bad third child. Of course, "bad" doesn't refer to any terrible behavior, but rather to someone who is good at using their young age to gain a little favoritism from their parents.

Eleven-year-old Zhu Chuanjie looks very thin and small, all because of the negative influences that have kept this young boy from getting enough to eat.

I scurried home on my short little legs.

"Mom, something's happened! Something's happened! My eldest brother and my second brother are fighting!"

"Huh?" Chuanwen's mother, who had just borrowed a mule from a relative, was immediately furious and signaled her youngest son to watch the house.

"That second son is such a troublemaker, I'm going to break his legs today!" After looking around for a moment, he grabbed the broom standing by the door and ran out.

But when they arrived at the field, Chuanwen's mother was dumbfounded and even rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

What did she see?
My second son was obediently fetching water and doing chores, while my eldest son was sitting there leisurely enjoying the cool air. Was he still dreaming today?

He instantly forgot about his second son's fight.

"Send Wen'er!"

"Mother's here!" Zhu Chuanwen got up when he heard the noise.

"this…"

"Chuanwu has grown up and knows how to help with the family work. The fields are getting drier every day, so we still need to water them to get a good harvest!"

Chuanwen's mother really wanted to say that this wasn't what she was asking at all, but rather why her second son was being so obedient today.

"Chuanwu, stop working and come over for a rest!"

Hearing this, Zhu Chuanwu, who was carrying water, finally felt relieved. He had wanted to quit a long time ago, but the problem was that he would get a beating every time he quit, and every part of his body ached.

"Wu'er, what happened? Did you get into a fight with the villagers again?" When Chuanwen's mother saw the injuries on her second son's face, she didn't even think about her eldest son.

Since the age of 10, the second child has always been the one who beat the eldest!
Zhu Chuanwu remained silent; his temper and stubbornness wouldn't allow him to complain. "What exactly happened? Say something!"

"Mother, please don't ask anymore!" she said sullenly, turning her head away.

"Fine, fine, fine, I won't ask, I won't ask. You little brat, you deserve to be beaten to death!" Chuanwen's mother left angrily.

In the end, Zhu Chuanwen managed to keep the stubborn Zhu Chuanwu busy in the fields all day. After returning home, Zhu Chuanwu lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and fell fast asleep. He had never really liked doing farm work since he was a child, so he was a little unaccustomed to this sudden change.

"Big...Big brother, have some water~" Zhu Chuanjie said with an awkward smile, but he was also a little scared.

Because he actually saw it: the eldest brother beat the second brother so badly that he questioned his existence.

"Okay, just leave it there!"

Chuanwen's mother was very virtuous. In just one day, the house was completely transformed. The west room, which used to be like a pigsty where the brothers slept, was tidied up and turned into a wedding room.

Since Zhu Kaishan was not home, the two brothers have temporarily moved to the east room.

There was a mule tied up in the yard that would be used for the wedding tomorrow. The animal looked a bit thin. After all, people weren't getting enough to eat these days, so how could there be enough food to feed the animals? It was only natural that the animals would be thin if they didn't eat fine food and had to do heavy work.

"Chuanwen, go to sleep early, you have to go to the wedding tomorrow!" In the east room, Chuanwen's mother felt sorry for her son and was helping the fast-sleeping Zhu Chuanwu pick the blisters on his palms.

"Hey, Mom, you should go to bed early too!"

But when Zhu Chuanwen returned to the west room, he didn't go to sleep immediately. Instead, he started rummaging through drawers and cabinets because he remembered that when his adoptive father, Zhu Kaishan, came back four years ago, he seemed to have secretly hidden something.

The original owner didn't take it to heart because she wasn't interested in that thing at all.

But now Zhu Chuanwen has to dig it out, because there might be some trouble when he goes to pick up the bride tomorrow, so he has to make some preparations in advance.

After huffing and puffing and digging in the corner for a while, Zhu Chuanwen finally saw what he wanted and grinned widely.

It's a bit old, but as long as it works, that's fine!

The Enfield M1853 rifle, dating back to 1904, is nearly half a century old. It has been gradually phased out within the British Army, but it was widely used in the backward Qing Dynasty, for example by some Green Standard Army soldiers and militias.

It mainly uses breech loading, making it a true single-shot weapon, but don't worry about whether it's old or not, as long as it can kill!
However, after a closer look, Zhu Chuanwen finally understood why his cheapskate father, Zhu Kaishan, hadn't taken the gun with him during the Boxer Rebellion four years ago. It was because the stock of the gun was broken, and the barrel was bent and looked unusable.

However, it doesn't matter. By sawing off the stock and barrel, it can be turned into a hand cannon. Although it loses the sights, it has greater close-range lethality. The key is that this thing is indeed quite outdated. It fires one shot and reloads, so it can only be used as an emergency measure.

After secretly completing all of this with a saw, Zhu Chuanwen hid it and fell into a deep sleep on the kang (a heated brick bed).

……

On the rudimentary roads between villages, a wedding procession was playing loud suona horns. The groom, Zhu Chuanwen, was not riding a mule; after all, one cannot be careless about something borrowed from another.

Other relatives and friends chatted and laughed in twos and threes. The happy occasion eased the slight depression brought by the drought. The villagers naturally carried the shi (a unit of dry measure) of grain they had collected on their shoulders.

"Brother, what's in there? Why won't you let me see?" Zhu Chuanwu was clearly curious about what was inside when he saw his older brother holding a tattered cloth bag.

"Stop talking nonsense, just do whatever I tell you to do!" Zhu Chuanwen was very vigilant, looking around at his surroundings.

Zhu Chuanwu muttered under his breath, but dared not say anything more, because he had been beaten up again this morning.

Although Tanjiazhuang and Zhujiayu are separated by a pond, and people on both sides can usually pass directly through the middle after eating candy and coughing, the wedding procession cannot take this route today and must take a slightly longer route along the main road.

Those who were interested naturally waited there long ago. After the wedding procession passed through the mountain pass, several burly men suddenly appeared.

They all looked fierce and menacing, and seemed like they were not to be trifled with.

"They're here!" Zhu Chuanwen thought to himself, his eyes wary.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)