If you don't fight for two days, you'll be back in three days.

Guan Lin was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and smiled without saying a word.

The Ma family, who were watching from the sidelines, were at a loss for what to do in this situation.

"Brother Guanlin, you are a good person. You should come visit my house often in the future."

Ma Pengsheng and I treat you like our own second brother. Please come often, so we can keep in touch.

Zheng Meizhi was pulled away by Ma Pengsheng and had to let go of Guan Lin's hand.

Guan Lin looked at Zheng Meizhi with a lingering, reluctant gaze.

He knew then that this woman was already his prey.

"Kaiju, I'm sleepy and want to take a nap."

After finishing her meal, Widow Xing leaned against the fireplace, her eyes half-closed as if she were about to fall asleep.

"Shuhua, take the children to Changyao's house for dinner."

Your sister-in-law didn't sleep last night; she couldn't sleep while you were eating in the house.

Zhang Kaiju took the newly made pillow off the stack of quilts and placed it on the quilt that Widow Xing was sitting on.

Widow Xing lay down, patted the spot next to her, and whimpered for Zhang Kaiju to come and keep her company.

"Hey sister-in-law, it's not even dark yet, are you already going to sleep?"

Zhang Shuhua twisted her body, pouted, and reluctantly spoke to Widow Xing.

"Shuhua, how can you talk to your sister-in-law like that? You're so old, yet you still don't know any better."

Zhang Kaiju shoved Zhang Shuhua, and in doing so, chased the younger generation out like chickens.

Then they closed the inner room door, and from the sounds inside, it seemed like they were patting Widow Xing to lull her to sleep.

"Auntie, would you like to eat in the basement of the outer room, or come to my house?"

Yang Wuni didn't dare to make the decision and looked at Zhang Shuhua while holding the bowl of leftover food.

"Changyao, what do you think?" Zhang Shuhua looked at Zhang Changyao.

"Auntie, my kang (heated brick bed) is too small to fit so many people."

In my opinion, we should just eat in the outer room on the ground floor, and there's no need to serve the food out.

Anyone who wants to eat something can just cook it in the pot themselves; it's that convenient.

Zhang Changyao glanced at Sui Yumi; he knew that this sister-in-law couldn't eat in her own little granary.

"Then let's eat!" Zhang Shuhua was the first to pick up her rice bowl and scoop out some corn stubble rice.

Then I picked out a few pieces of potato from the pot, put them in a bowl, and squatted in the corner to eat.

Li Yue'e took a large bowl and filled it halfway with rice, halfway with meat and potatoes.

Squatting in the corner next to her mother-in-law, she ate while feeding her two daughters, Xiao Dui'er and Xiao Shuang'er.

Yang Wuni and Zhang Changyao each served themselves a bowl of rice, half a plate of potatoes and vegetables, and ate them on the lid of the water vat.

Sui Yu took a small bowl and cleaned up all the remaining food.

With one arm around Guibao and the other holding a food bowl, she pushed open the door and went home to eat.

"Pah! That old hag, she really knows how to take advantage of people, she took it all."

Li Yue'e looked at her nearly empty rice bowl and regretted not having filled it with enough.

"Stop talking, you're not full, go home and eat later."

Zhang Shuhua poured the food from her bowl into Li Yue'e's bowl.

I put the rice bowl in the pot, scooped out a few ladles of water from the water vat, and soaked the rice bowl in it.

"Second sister-in-law, I still have some vegetables here. You can feed them to Xiao Dui'er and Xiao Shuang'er."

Yang Wuni handed the dishes she and Zhang Changyao were eating to Li Yue'e.

"Auntie, I want to eat meat."

When Xiao Dui'er saw that there was still a piece of meat in Yang Wuni's bowl, she stood on tiptoe and opened her mouth to eat it.

"Little one, let your mother feed you chicken; there are bones in the chicken."

Yang Wuni put the chicken that Zhang Changyao had given her from her own bowl into Li Yue'e's rice bowl.

"A greedy girl who loves to eat meat, with incredibly sharp eyes."

Li Yue'e stroked Xiao Dui'er's head and lovingly stuffed meat into her mouth.

The group of people who had finished eating tacitly agreed not to wash the dishes.

They stuck everything into the rice cooker, soaked it in water, and then went home, chuckling to themselves.

"Zhang Changyao, can your father and Widow Xing stay up all night like us?"

Back in her own room, Yang Wuni peered through the crack in the door into Zhang Kaiju and Widow Xing's room.

"Yang Wuni, are you just bored? We are your children, you can't talk to the elderly like that."

Zhang Changyao grabbed Yang Wuni by the back of her neck and dragged her onto the kang (a heated brick bed), preventing her from sneaking through the crack in the door.

Before Yang Wuni could say anything more, Zhang Changyao silenced her with a kiss.

It was another sleepless night on the roof of the cabin.

Inside a hole the size of a fist, two large rats stared at the two people.

These two naive little ones, oblivious to worldly affairs, couldn't comprehend this endless entanglement between people.

It squeaked sullenly, then withdrew its head and went to sleep.

After two consecutive nights of this, Zhang Changyao was starting to feel the strain.

Before dawn, he sat up and asked Yang Wuni to massage his back.

"Wu Ni, the light is still on in Father's and that woman's room?"

Zhang Changyao saw through the plastic covering on the warehouse door that the light in the main room was still on.

He nudged Yang Wuni, making her come over and look up.

"Hmph! Your dad is just not good to us. He gets all grumpy and unhappy when we light the lamp for a little while."

I don't know what kind of bewitching potion that widow Xing has given you.

Your dad would do anything to make her happy.

Yang Wuni glanced at him, then angrily poked Zhang Changyao hard in the waist.

"Ouch! You old hag, you've broken your back."

"Wu Ni, my father has finally come to his senses. If he had been so accommodating to my mother back then, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation."

My mother was the best-looking and most capable woman in the village.

My mother carried my second brother on her back and dragged my eldest brother along as she cooked for the dozen or so people in our family who were working in the fields.

When my dad came back, he said that my mom wasn't giving him a happy face, so he slapped her.

And so, if he didn't beat her for two days, he'd start hitting and kicking her early the next morning.

"And you?" Yang Wuni asked curiously.

"I was still in my mother's belly then, not yet born." Zhang Changyao touched Yang Wuni's belly.

"Then why does your mother never show your father a happy face?"

How can a married couple live a life where they're always unhappy?

Yang Wuni stopped massaging Zhang Changyao's back, leaned closer to his face, and asked.

"At first I didn't know either, I was too young to remember anything at that time."

Later, I heard my aunt explain the reason.

It turns out that my mother was the most beautiful woman in her village.

Because she is good-looking, she is not considered attractive by most people when it comes to finding a partner.

My father once went to my mother's village to help someone make rice noodle rolls, and he saw my mother on the road.

When my dad came back, he told my grandpa to ask someone to act as a matchmaker for him.

The matchmaker went to tell my mother that it was the dark-skinned boy who came to the village a few days ago to pick up rice noodles.

My mother didn't even hesitate and immediately refused.

My father was angry at home every day because of this, and he stopped taking the farmhands to work in the fields.

My grandfather had no choice but to call my uncle, who was a police officer or prison guard, back to discuss the matter.

My uncle is handsome, 1.8 meters tall, with long legs.

He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and fair, delicate skin.

Wearing a dark blue military uniform, no one in the surrounding area could compare to him.