Northeast: My Absurd Woman

Seeing that Hu Xiaokuai had wet himself in fear, Zheng Meizhi became even more outrageous.

He went up to Hu Xiaotian, took the money from selling baskets that day from his shirt pocket, and put it into his own pocket.

"Zheng Meizhi, you've taken all the money, can I leave now?"

Hu Xiaoben, thinking it was better to lose money than suffer further trouble, got up to leave.

"Hu Xiao, I don't want you to say that I took advantage of you."

Come here, I'll show you what a woman is."

Zheng Meizhi thus transformed Hu Xiao into a real man.

After Hu Xiao had sex once, he became addicted and kept going to find Zheng Meizhi.

This is also the main reason why he looks so dry and old lately.

"My dear daughter, where is Hu Xiao's crazy mother?"

If you marry him, you'll suffer a lot later on.

Zheng Jingren still felt sorry for Zheng Meizhi and didn't want her to marry Hu Xiao.

"Dad, with my temper, marrying Hu Xiao is just like him gaining another mother."

If he dares not to serve me properly, with his small frame, he's not even big enough for you to grab.

Even if he's not good, he's still better than those two hooligans, Ma Wu and Ma Liu, right?

Then there's that poor, bald-headed Hou with big eyes.

Zhai Qingming, a group of idiots, and Zhang Changyao, who has already married.

Compared to these people, isn't Hu Xiao actually quite good?

Zheng Meizhi held Zheng Jingren's hand, begging him to agree to her idea.

"My dear daughter, that Hu Xiao hasn't come to propose marriage yet. What difference does it make whether your father agrees or not?"

Zheng Jingren didn't understand Zheng Meizhi's meaning, shook off her hand, and stuffed the pig-castration knife under the kang mat.

"Dad, are you out of your mind? If Hu Xiao were like everyone else, I wouldn't marry him."

Zheng Meizhi glared at Zheng Jingren, annoyed that he didn't understand her.

"My dear daughter, what do you mean? You want me to go find him?"

When Zheng Jingren said this, his face was ashen and unpleasant as frost.

"Dad, if you don't want to go to save face, then I'll go by myself."

"I refuse to believe I can stay at home and never get married." Zheng Meizhi got up to put on her clothes.

"My dear girl, I'll go, I'll go to Hu Xiao's house, okay?"

Zheng Jingren got off his bare feet, pulled off her clothes, and threw them on the kang (a heated brick bed).

The pig castrator was furious, but he didn't dare offend his precious daughter.

Since the woman died, Zheng Jingren has been raising Zheng Meizhi alone.

Besides farming, he also castrated pigs, and he saved up some money at the beginning.

Later, he met Widow Xing from Nantun, and after they became lovers, he became penniless.

According to Zheng Jingren, Widow Xing was as beautiful as Diao Chan, and her body was as plump as a cotton candy.

Others have tender bodies; you could say they're so juicy you could squeeze water out of them.

What Widow Xing squeezed out wasn't water, it was oil; one squeeze produced a drop of oil.

Every drop of oil has to be paid for by a man; without money, no one can get a free ride.

This is also the main reason why Zheng Jingren insisted on giving 100 yuan when marrying off his daughter.

The very next day, when Zheng Jingren was about to go to Hu Xiao's house.

Widow Xing, whom Zheng Jingren revered like a fairy, took the initiative to push open the courtyard gate and enter.

"Young lady, what brings you to my house?"

Zheng Jingren felt as if a celestial being had descended upon his home.

He wiped the mat on the kang (a heated brick bed) with his own sleeve before letting Widow Xing sit down.

"Brother Zheng, I'm a straightforward person, I don't beat around the bush."

I heard from my nephew that your daughter is getting married, so I came to help him propose.

"See if you can let my nephew have his turn first. If not, then your daughter can marry someone else."

Widow Xing looked around Zheng Jingren's house, covering her mouth and nose with a checkered handkerchief.

That pretentious act made Zheng Meizhi, who was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), pout in anger.

"Hey girl, what does your nephew look like? Has he arrived yet?"

Zheng Jingren didn't want to go to Hu Xiao's house in the first place, but when he heard that it was Widow Xing's nephew who came to propose marriage, he was happy and wanted to see him.

"Brother Zheng, my nephew is from your village, you know him."

Widow Xing lifted the handkerchief in her hand and draped it over Zheng Jingren's arm.

A delicate fragrance wafted into Zheng Jingren's nostrils, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Seeing Zheng Jingren's delighted expression, Widow Xing smiled, revealing two small dimples on her plump, round face.

Her big eyes blinked, radiating a captivating allure.

"Who?" Zheng Meizhi couldn't help but ask.

"Girl, my nephew is a stable boy, a good young man in your village."

If you marry my nephew, your aunt will move in with you.

"Since I have no children, all my assets will go to you and Pengsheng."

Widow Xing was shrewd and worldly-wise; with just those two sentences, she had Zheng Jingren and Zheng Meizhi completely under her thumb.

"The man born in the stable is not bad looking, but... but his parents are unreliable."

Everyone in our village knows his family; they fight every day after meals.

"If there's a day without fighting, it's because the wounds from a few days ago haven't fully healed."

Zheng Meizhi had a good impression of the stable boy, but she was afraid of his parents.

"Girl, isn't this simple? If you're annoyed by the parents of the stable boy, just have him move into your house."

My nephew doesn't care what people say about him marrying into his wife's family; he just wants a woman to warm his bed.

Widow Xing leaned closer to Zheng Meizhi, smiling obsequiously and making her eyes crinkle into crescent moons.

"Young lady, the girl wants a hundred dollars. Can Ma Pengsheng afford that?"

Zheng Jingren's fact that he hadn't forgotten about the hundred yuan proves that he wasn't completely captivated by Widow Xing.

"Brother Zheng, given our relationship, can we even talk about money?"

If you're really going to try to negotiate with me using money, then our relationship is pointless.

Widow Xing looked displeased, her handkerchief covering her mouth was tightly clenched in her hand, and it was clear that she was also very nervous.

"Auntie, which family doesn't ask for a penny when marrying off their daughter, and instead uses affection to offset the bride price?"

I think this stable boy is just like everyone else; he just wants to get a wife for free.

Go back and tell him that if I, Zheng Meizhi, could marry him without spending any money, this good thing wouldn't have come his way.

"If you have money, anyone can propose marriage; if you don't have money, no one can help you."

Zheng Meizhi turned her head away, refusing to look at Widow Xing.

"Brother Zheng, please speak up for me. This child is too young to understand what I'm saying."

"There's no such thing as giving a bride price when a man marries into his wife's family. You should know this custom, right, brother?"

Widow Xing abandoned her reserve and grabbed Zheng Jingren's arm, starting to act coquettishly.

"Sister, I can't make decisions about the child either."

Besides, the child is right; who wouldn't want to spend a penny to get married?

It's not like we're looking for a son-in-law to live with us; it's his own choice.

Besides, our youngest daughter isn't pregnant; she was just saying those things to scare Zhang Changyao.

Sister, it's not that I'm not giving you face, but compared to Zhang Changyao, Ma Pengsheng is like heaven and earth.

My daughter really doesn't need money to get married. Even if you searched eight times, it wouldn't be his son from the stable!