The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man-Chapter 960 - He’s also a paramour2

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Chapter 960: 960 He’s also a paramour2

Chapter 960: 960 He’s also a paramour2

Zhang Shun sighed and said, “Who doesn’t know Zhao Goudan is over thirty years old and still a lunatic?

His dad is a butcher, and his mom is quite fierce.

They’ve already bought two wives for Goudan before.

It’s said that none of them lasted a year before they fell ill and died.

Though they say they died of illness, it’s rumored that they were beaten to death.

Both were bought, and the Zhao Family doesn’t see wives as humans.

Once they’ve got the deed of sale, they control your life.

Even if you’re beaten to death openly, no one would say a word.

Liu Yuhong being bought by the Zhao Family, I’m afraid her days are numbered.”

“The wretched bitch deserves it!” Wang Qigu spat towards Liu Yuhong.

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Not a single person sympathized with Liu Yuhong.

Liang Ping’an fell ill after being scared by the female ghost of Hanging Neck Mountain, but he had just recently recovered.

He was about to move away with his father, still in the yard, hiding behind the door, too afraid to come out, not daring to say a word in defense of Liu Yuhong.

Liu Yuhong, having heard Zhang Shun and other villagers saying her life wouldn’t be long, burst into tears.

She looked towards the courtyard door, knowing Liang Ping’an was hiding behind it, hoping he would speak up for her or come out to protect her.

But to her dismay, he stayed hidden, not even daring to step outside.

A middle-aged couple walked into the crowd.

The middle-aged woman had dark, rough skin, and a plump body, holding an embroidered handkerchief, her face bore a harsh look, clearly not someone easy to speak with.

The man was tall and burly with a square face covered by a beard, unsmiling, with deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that made him look quite intimidating.

“Oh, aren’t these Zhao Goudan’s parents?” Wang Qigu greeted the incoming couple.

Zhao Goudan’s mother, Zhao Sun-shi, walked straight to Liang Lizheng, “Where is the person?”

Liang Lizheng pointed to Liu Yuhong on the ground.

Upon seeing Liu Yuhong’s emaciated figure, Zhao Hu-shi immediately scolded, “What a lousy piece of goods!

Wasn’t she called the number one beauty of Wushan Village?

Look at this disgusting sight; she’d be closer to last place!”

Her husband, Zhao Hu, also looked dissatisfied at Liu Yuhong’s ragged and foul appearance, “For this, you demand thirty-five taels?

For such rotten goods and reputation, thirty-five is too much!”

Liang Zhenghong spoke up, “Look at her face, figure; once she’s cleaned up, thirty-five is not expensive.

This kind of merchandise could fetch forty taels in the town’s kiln from the old pimp.”

Zhao Hu-shi scrutinized Liu Yuhong closely, her sharp eyes seemingly piercing through her, “She has the looks, but it’s a pity she’s been in the Liang Family for seven years and can’t bear children.

A sow that can’t breed would be worth twenty taels at most.

Let’s settle on twenty taels; not a tael more.”

“Twenty taels, then I’d rather sell her to the kiln,” Liang Zhenghong said indifferently, glancing at Liu Yuhong, “Out of consideration for seven years of marriage, I agreed to part with five taels less and sell her to you.

Any less, and I’m absolutely unwilling.”

As the wife of the village chief for many years, Liu Yuhong knew all too well about the villages’ affairs; the Zhao Family was no place for human beings.

She had heard that Zhao Goudan would beat people when he went mad, and Zhao Goudan’s father, Zhao Hu, was vile, rumored to force himself on bought wives and then beat them to cruelty.

Whoever entered the Zhao Family’s house was on a path to death.

“Zhenghong, I was wrong!” Liu Yuhong’s voice was hoarse as she begged, “Please don’t sell me; from now on, I’ll serve you with utter devotion!”

Liang Zhenghong looked into her tearful eyes, a trace of pity visible, yet he still said harshly, “I only have one son, Liang Ping’an; you’ve been carrying on with him for seven years, how could you be innocent?”