The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 25 Who let you get out of bed?!
He spoke with a heavy heart and a desolate smile: "Hui Niang and I only had one son and one daughter. At that time, Xiao Niang was the only one left. But my husband and I were incompetent and old. We would pass away before her sooner or later. I was afraid that she would not have a brother to help her. What if she was bullied after she got married and her family was weak?"

Pity the parents of the world.

In the countryside, if a married woman is unhappy, her family will come knocking on her door with weapons, demanding an explanation.

He worried that his daughter, Xiaoniang, would be isolated and helpless.

It was a bright sunny day, but the cold air was penetrating everywhere, making my bones shiver.

Wei Shouzhong's voice was choked with emotion.

"I could only watch helplessly as Wei Qintian got married. The eldest son's wife made a big fuss with drums and gongs, and even used my husband's pension money. How could I not hate her?"

"But I still couldn't protect Xiaoniang."

“But Heaven has returned Ah Lang to us.”

Wei Shouzhong paused for a moment: "Huiniang has never had a good day since she married me. Alang has also suffered a lot. Isn't that enough? Do we have to continue to be slaves to fill the hole left by their first wife?"

"I've had enough of this humiliation."

The elders of the Wei family remained silent.

They were well aware that Old Lady Wei had gone too far.

Looking at Ah Lang, his injuries were painful to even look at.

As parents, who can be completely without resentment or grudges, abandoning their own child to raise their brother's bones?

Hui Niang turned away to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't stop wiping them away.

"Second!"

Old Mrs. Wei poked Wei Shouzhong hard in the back with her cane: "Don't be foolish!"

She pointed at Wei Zhao: "How long can he live, he's so sickly?"

"If you insist on going your own way and anger Shoucai and me, don't even think about letting the eldest son's children take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die. No one will even bury you when you die."

In the countryside, having no descendants is extremely shameful! It means you'll never be able to hold your head high again.

Wei Shouzhong smiled sadly: "Does Mother really think I'm precious?"

"Don't bring up the matter of Wei Qintian being adopted by me again, how disgusting."

Uncle Wei, fearing that Wei Shen might not survive the harsh winter, changed his expression and said, "Shouzhong, you can't say things like that."

"No amount of persuasion will work today. I'm just laying it out here in front of all the elders."

“Even if we are so poor that we have to beg, we will still pay for Ah Lang’s medical treatment. If he really is… we will accept it.”

"So what if they have no offspring? Do I care?"

“My son fought alongside General Wei on the border and killed enemies. He’s more accomplished than anyone else!”

The crowd looked at each other, and finally turned to the village head.

"What...what do you think?"

The village head looked at Shouzhong: "It's really decided."

"Decided."

"No regrets?"

Wei Shouzhong: "Absolutely not."

Hui Niang knelt beside him, her eyes brimming with tears: "Please, Uncle, grant my request."

The village head sighed: "Shouzhong, call your brother here."

This is agreed.

After all, when dividing the family property, the eldest son's family members need to be present.

Old Mrs. Wei: "You're not allowed to go!"

She trembled with anger: "I disagree!"

Wei Shouzhong didn't even glance at her, and strode out of the courtyard.

Grandma Wei was about to chase after her when the village head stopped her.

Village head: "If you keep causing trouble, the bond between mother and son will be gone, leaving only hatred. Let's see how you handle that!"

Without the second wife, and with the first wife being a bunch of useless lazybones, how could Old Lady Wei have a good life?

The money that should have been given to Wei Shouzhong was distributed. According to the rules, the second wife should give Old Lady Wei a fixed amount of pension money.

If the second wife and her husband are really pushed too far, even if they don't pay the money in the future, the village head won't interfere.

Old Mrs. Wei: "Go! All of you go! As long as I don't give my approval, no one can interfere with my family's affairs!"

That makes sense; after all, when opinions differ within a family, it's difficult to change anyone's mind.

But her attitude completely enraged Uncle Wei. He pointed at Old Madam Wei, his voice trembling.

“When your husband was seriously ill, he said that he let you abandon your husband for the sake of the eldest grandson during the conscription process, and that he felt sorry for the second wife. He knew that you and the eldest son were both cunning, and that the second son, Shouzhong, was honest but also had his own ideas. The matter of your husband had already alienated him. He asked us to help him if anything happened in the future. He also said that if Shouzhong wanted to divide the family property, so be it. He only closed his eyes after we nodded.”

"You really think Shouzhong invited us here to be witnesses! Shouzhong was there too; he was giving you face!"

The division of the family property went quite smoothly. During the process, Wei Shoucai and Zhuang Mei, who came over to disagree, tried to make a scene, but were scolded by the elders of the Wei family.

Old Mrs. Wei knew she couldn't stop it, so she wanted to give the barren land to the second wife and keep the fertile land for Wei Shoucai.

But how could the village head agree? He didn't let Wei Shouzhong suffer any losses.

They drew up a written agreement, in duplicate, with Wei Shoucai and Wei Shouzhong affixing their fingerprints.

Wei Shoucai never expected things to turn out this way. He sneered, "You'll regret this."

"Then you don't need to worry about it."

Uncle Wei sighed: "What's all the arguing about? Even if you have a conflict and separate the family, the brothers are still connected by blood."

Having finished their business, they didn't linger.

Uncle Wei didn't forget to say to Wei Shoucai, "The yamen has a record of how much pension your son received. Your mother has spent a lot of it over the years, all of it on you. As the eldest brother, you shouldn't embezzle this money. Remember to return it. After all, they are still waiting for their lives to be saved."

Once everyone left, the Wei family courtyard no longer felt so cramped.

After all that commotion, Hui Niang felt a great sense of relief. She prepared to brew the medicine, but then noticed some coins next to the medicine pot.

Hui Niang was taken aback, then seemed to realize something and looked towards the next room.

This kid...

The couple tacitly avoided mentioning Wei Zhao's injury to Old Lady Wei.

Wei Zhao was also tired after watching the play.

He slowly raised his eyes and gazed at the sky.

To lead troops into battle, one must be able to observe celestial phenomena.

He slowly stood up.

Hui Niang: !!!
Who gave you permission to get out of bed?!
Can you get out of bed?
She exclaimed, "Ah Lang!"

Wei Zhao stopped, and asked listlessly, "Do you want me to move a chair?"

Yes, the chair he just lay on.

In your current state, how could you possibly move a chair?

Hui Niang hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, no..."

Wei Zhao's dark eyes seemed shrouded in a thick fog as he murmured, "It's going to rain."

Wei Shouzhong: ...

Why are you acting so mysteriously?

Wei Shouzhong was heartbroken because his son was mentally unstable.

He coaxed him, "From now on, I will only go to the old house to deliver my retirement money during holidays. I will not associate with those who harmed you."

Wei Zhao had no recollection of Wei Shen.

The Wei family had many soldiers; how could he possibly remember them all? But Wei Shen had served him and was one of his men who died in battle.

Wei Zhao: "Do you need any help?"

Wei Shouzhong: "What?"

Wei Zhao: "If you want those people to die, just tell me."

After saying that, he thought of something.

He is too weak now to break someone's neck with his bare hands.

"but."

He looked at Wei Shouzhong and said, "You have to give me a knife."

Wei Shouzhong was still quite frightened by Wei Zhao's shocking words, but he became anxious when he heard that Wei Zhao wanted a knife.

"Don't even think about it!"

You want to stab yourself again, don't you!
If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. Why are you yelling?
The last person who yelled at him is now buried with grass taller than Wei Shouzhong.

But Wei Zhao has no temper now.

His tone was also perfunctory.

"Ah, that's a shame."

(End of this chapter)