The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 156: Your Family Is Finally Getting Its Comeuppance

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Your Family Is Finally Getting Its Comeuppance

The mountain road was rugged, muddy and difficult to walk on after the snow melted.

After leaving Zhao Family Village.

Hu Dalang struggled to carry Hu Yaozu back home.

He was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Earlier, after Shunzi kicked Hu Yaozu, as if that wasn’t enough, he raised his fist to punch him.

Not to mention Hu Yaozu, who couldn’t even fight a chicken, even Hu Dalang couldn’t take a single hit from him.

How could Hu Dalang just watch Hu Yaozu get into trouble? He could only brace himself and rush forward to shield him.

Then... then he ended up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Along the way, the two brothers didn’t talk much.

Until they were almost at Xilin Village.

Hu Dalang carefully chose his words: "I know your feelings for Wan Niang."

"But second brother, some things, once missed, are missed forever."

He was just about to advise.

Hu Yaozu’s gaze was heavy.

"Big brother."

He said quietly, "I’m getting married."

"That girl is beautiful and intelligent, she’s Mr. Chu’s daughter. This time coming back, I wanted to ask father to choose a date to propose."

Hu Dalang was both shocked and delighted upon hearing this.

"Really?"

Of course it was true.

He remembered today’s humiliation well.

One day, he would pay it back a thousandfold, a hundredfold.

That Shunzi, clearly just a street loafer! Yet he embarrassed him in front of so many people.

He had to marry Miss Chu as soon as possible, and have Mr. Chu pave the way for him with everything he had.

Hu Dalang: "That’s good news!"

That’s the daughter of a scholar from the town!

He was overjoyed.

But...

He didn’t forget to remind him: "Once you’ve married her, you must live up to Mr. Chu’s cultivation of you and forget about Wan Niang. Live well."

"Don’t ever get confused."

Hu Dalang’s eyes also flashed with regret.

If Wan Niang married the second brother, they would still be one family.

But things had come to this point.

Hu Dalang: "That’s how it should be, you also need to look forward."

Look forward?

Hu Yaozu lay against Hu Dalang, and from an angle he couldn’t see, a strong sense of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Xilin Village, Chang Family.

The Village Chief sat at the door, holding a half-worn-out pipe, stuffed some tobacco into it, lit it with a fire striker, and took a puff.

He glanced at the disheartened Hu Dazhu beside him.

"I suppose you can guess why I called you over."

It hadn’t been long, but Hu Dazhu seemed to have aged over ten years.

His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I know."

The Village Chief stopped smoking: "Then control your temper!"

"You make a scene with all the daily beatings at home, making us a laughingstock for no reason."

His tone took on a comforting note, void of earlier blame: "I know you resent Mrs. Wang, but Wan Niang is already married."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Hu Dazhu’s eyes became moist.

He trembled all over: "Uncle, you know, when the government office sent the constable’s news back then, I knew my little sister had passed away, but left behind a posterity, in my grief-stricken state, I did everything to bring that child back."

"All these years...all these years, for the sake of family harmony, I may have been biased in my actions, I admit it. The family’s conditions were poor, everything had to be for Erlang, I admit Wan Niang suffered, I also admit it. But compared to Dalang, I cared more about Wan Niang."

At this point, he choked up.

"But I didn’t expect, Mrs. Wang would dare do such a thing behind our backs!"

He had been dreaming of his little sister these past days.

Her eyes were filled with resentment, yet she said nothing to him.

In the midnight dreams, he tossed and turned.

"For Wan Niang’s marriage, I wanted to find the best for her. That Wei family..."

"Enough!"

The Village Chief interrupted.

"What’s wrong with the Wei family?"

"Why do you look down on them like this?"

The Village Chief thought Hu Dazhu was confused: "You planned to wait for Erlang to become a Scholar before proposing for Wan Niang, and I said this was inappropriate."

"As for lady Yu..."

Lady Yu was Yu Tingwan’s biological mother.

He paused, not mentioning it again.

"You should be aware. Those who came to propose only wanted connections with a Scholar’s family, but how many truly saw Wan Niang, disregarding her background?"

Hu Dazhu didn’t argue further.

But he didn’t agree with the Village Chief’s words.

If Erlang had prospects, and Wan Niang married into such a family with her own support, who would dare treat her ill?

The Village Chief looked at him for a long time before suddenly asking a question.

"Dazhu, are you blaming me?"

Hu Dazhu was startled, hurriedly saying: "Uncle, how could you say that."

The Village Chief didn’t know if he believed it or not.

Every member of the large Wei family was smart, even though they divided the family long ago.

What kind of people Shouzhong and his wife were, he saw as the Village Chief.

In the beginning, Li Lian still felt it was a pity.

But the Village Chief did not.

Frankly, even if Wei Shen really failed. If Wan Niang became a widow, could Shouzhong and his wife bear to tie the young daughter-in-law for a lifetime?

Yu Tingwan might even gain a family that thinks of everything for her.

When it came to marrying Wei Shen, the Village Chief didn’t oppose it; at the time, he even thought this kid was steady and saw things clearer than anyone else.

"At first, Shouzhong went to Ze County, borrowing money from house to house."

The Village Chief said, "Your family wasn’t well off, but not dire straits. However, Mrs. Wang didn’t contribute a single copper coin."

"Yesterday he came back, going door to door repaying the debt."

The commotion was significant, and the villagers were all suspicious of how the Wei family was no longer poor.

But the Hu family kept their door tightly shut.

Hu Dazhu did not chase after them to cause trouble.

The Village Chief sighed, Hu Dazhu had at least not lost his senses.

"I’ve heard about Erlang’s matter too."

A smile finally appeared on his face: "That kid really knows how to make big moves quietly."

"When he enters the county to study, not only will the back of you as his father straighten up, but mine will, too, when I walk out."

He implied, "Don’t make trouble with Mrs. Wang. You are husband and wife. Erlang is your child. Take my advice, don’t get fixed on one idea."

How could Hu Dazhu not understand the implications of his words?

He took a deep look at the Village Chief.

"I’ve noted it."

"If things go well at home, Erlang will do well."

"If Erlang does well, he will support the Wei family, and Wan Niang will do well."

As they spoke, someone rushed in from outside.

It was Granny Fan.

With one hand on her hip, perhaps from running too fast, she was panting heavily.

"Something’s wrong!"

The Village Chief disliked her fussing.

"Take your time talking if something’s wrong."

"Did your husband beat you again?"

The Village Chief was very annoyed.

It seemed there were endless matters to worry about all day.

Granny Fan didn’t like hearing this.

In the past, she would have made a scene.

But now.

Granny Fan’s eyes brightened: "It wasn’t me who got beaten."

She pointed at Hu Dazhu.

"It was his Erlang!"

Village Chief: !!

Hu Dazhu: "Don’t talk nonsense!"

"My Erlang has always been amiable and most reasonable outside. How could he get into a fight with another?"

"That I don’t know, who knows if he provoked someone he shouldn’t."

Granny Fan: "It was your Dalang who limped back carrying him."

"Just entered the village now."

"I don’t know if the Scholar hurt his leg or his back, but he can’t move either way."

"Oh, and your Dalang isn’t in good shape either, his face is more swollen than the pigs I raise."

Granny Fan couldn’t help but inquire: "What’s going on? Could it be..."

Her eyes twinkled.

"Could it be that your family is beginning to face retribution?"