Carefree Farmwife: Training the Husband, Raising the Bun - Chapter 148

Feng Dayou’s eyes lit up with delight. Sister Feng was the prettiest girl in their village, her slim waist alone could make a man’s heart itch. If this little widow was even prettier than her, then she must be something else. 

So what if she was wild and sharp-tongued? Once he married her into the family, he would “teach” her properly until she was obedient. By then, all her money would be in his hands. If he wanted to drink, he’d drink; if he wanted to gamble in town, he’d gamble. Life would be perfect!

“Tomorrow I’ll go to Dongjun Village myself. I’ll make sure that little widow follows me obediently,” Feng Dayou declared with arrogance.

The son left behind by his former wife muttered softly from the side, “I don’t want a stepmother!”

Feng Dayou swung his hand, delivering a heavy slap square on the boy’s body. “You little brat, who gave you the right to speak?”

Terrified, the boy shrank back, his sallow, thin face filled with fear.

Old Feng quickly pulled the child aside and coaxed him, “Having a mother is good! With a mother, you’ll have someone to wash your clothes, someone to cook for you.”

The next morning, Ying Su got up to cook breakfast. The little bun went to the yard to catch bugs for the chicks. After breakfast, the little bun went off to the academy, while Ying Su headed to Madam Li’s house to learn sewing. 

Since she had never handled needle and thread before, she was terribly clumsy. By noon, her fingers were red and swollen from pricks, her stitches uneven and messy, let alone any thought of embroidery.

Even Li Jinfeng couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh. “When I first learned needlework, I wasn’t half this bad. I thought you could do everything! But when it comes to sewing, you’re hopeless!”

Her wedding dress was already finished, embroidered with beautiful mandarin ducks in flight. Ying Su looked on enviously, at her skill level, any clothes she made would be too ugly to wear.

Madam Li, however, was patient. “Sewing can’t be rushed. Skill comes with practice. You’ve just never done it before, more mending and patching will set you right.”

At noon, they ate at Madam Li’s house. Ying Su cooked stir-fried cucumber with eggs, braised potato slices, cold-dressed greens, braised eggplant, and even a crucian carp soup.

Huzi and Dazhuang ate until oil dripped down their chins. Li Jinfeng kept praising how delicious everything was, sighing that when Ying Su returned home, they’d no longer be able to eat such good food.

As night fell, Feng Dayou arrived in Dongjun Village. He slipped quietly into the old ancestral house to avoid being seen. Around midnight, he crept out and headed toward Ying Su’s home on the east side of the river.

By now, the night was deep, but the moon shone brightly, bathing the whole village in quiet serenity.

Moving like a thief, Feng Dayou crept along. As he passed one courtyard, the dog inside suddenly barked. A man came out soon after, startling him. Straightening his back, Feng Dayou pretended to be passing by, striding past the gate.

The man was Li Dazhi. He watched Feng Dayou head toward the secluded east side of the river and frowned. What was someone who wasn’t from their village doing out there in the middle of the night? Surely he wasn’t going hunting in the dark?

He tightened the cloak around himself, shut the gate, and went inside to tell Wang Lanhua. Sleepy as she was, she sat bolt upright at once. “What did you say? That man went east?”

Li Dazhi blew out the oil lamp and crawled into bed. “That’s where he went. Middle of the night, climbing up the hills, doesn’t he fear running into wolves? He didn’t look like one of our villagers either. Must be a fool with no fear of death.”

Wang Lanhua shoved him. “You blockhead! Who in their right mind would go up the mountain at this hour? Think! Who lives east of the river? Isn’t that wild little widow? Clever woman, finding herself a man from outside the village!”

“No way. She’s fierce as a tigress. She doesn’t seem like the type to secretly find a man… Ow, ow!” Before he finished, Wang Lanhua had twisted his waist hard.

“Has that vixen bewitched you too? Defending her now? I say she’s no good. She used to be crazy and didn’t know how to find a man, but now she’s sane and suddenly knows how to seduce? Otherwise, where would a poor widow get money to build a brick house? You really think Dalang’s family is that kind? Giving money to a widow for a tiled house?” Wang Lanhua sneered venomously.

Li Dazhi thought it over and admitted she made sense. He, a grown man, worked himself half to death in the fields and still couldn’t afford meat.

Wang Lanhua smirked. “There’s going to be a good show soon. That wild man, who knows where he’s from. Next time he comes, we’ll gather the village men to catch them in the act! Let’s see if that slut dares to act arrogant again.”

She had long wanted to see the widow humiliated, to vent her own spite. Now that the chance was here, how could she let it pass?

Meanwhile, Feng Dayou had reached Ying Su’s courtyard. He piled several big stones against the wall. Since her wall was built of blue bricks, it was taller than most. But Feng Dayou was agile; stepping on the stones, he quickly climbed over.

Inside, the chicks stirred at the noise and began chirping noisily. Feng Dayou froze, lying still for a long while before daring to move.

At last, he crept to the main house door. Pulling a knife from his sleeve, he slid it into the crack, working the bolt loose bit by bit.

The latch finally fell to the ground with a loud clang. His heart leapt, had the widow woken up? He eased the door open, but the room stayed silent. A grin spread across his face. The little widow sure slept soundly!

He stepped inside, quietly shutting the door behind him. Turning toward the bed, he prepared to leap. But when he glanced up, he nearly screamed.

A woman was standing right in front of him, holding an oil lamp. The light cast across her face, startlingly eerie at first glance.

Panting, Feng Dayou looked closer and sure enough, she was even more beautiful than Sister Feng from the village. Lust surged. With a lewd grin, he said, “Lonely, are you, slut? Big Brother will keep you company!” With that, he lunged at her.

But instead of soft flesh, he got a sharp kick right in his groin. He howled like a wolf, clutching his manhood, wailing in agony.

Then came a flurry of blows. Swift and ruthless, Ying Su bound his hands and feet.

Feng Dayou struggled and shouted shamelessly, “You whore, do you know who I am? You dare treat your man like this? You slut, hurry up and let me go!”