Chapter 117 - Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Jiang Erlang Gets Married_l (1/2)

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Jiang Erlang Gets Married_l

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Compared to the liveliness of East Village, West Village was exceptionally deserted today.

Quite a few people had sneaked over to the area near Jiang Sanlang’s house in East Village, peeking at how they were selling golden mushrooms.

They saw the residents of East Village bringing bucket after bucket of golden mushrooms, then grabbed handfuls of copper coins and returned with smiles stretching across their faces.

Some were even comparing the size of their silver ingots as they walked, their complacency causing the people of West Village to grind their teeth in envy.

As they were staring wide-eyed in surprise, the villagers of East Village noticed them. They immediately came over to confront: “What are you doing here? Acting so sneaky, are you planning something bad again?”

The people of West Village awkwardly replied: “We were just passing by.”

“Passing by? Where are you headed that you happened to pass by Sanlang’s house? Don’t tell me you have some malicious scheme in mind?” The people of East Village clearly didn’t believe them.

“We’re just passing by! The road is public property, you can’t control where we go.” The villagers of West Village began to rebel.

“Public property?” The East Village people were fuming at their words: “You dare to claim that when you’re on our East Village’s territory? Why don’t you take to the sky instead?”

“Beat them up! Anyone who dares to stalk around our third brother’s house is definitely up to no good. Are you here to steal children again?” The people of East Village threatened to fight, clenching their fists.

“Right! They’re definitely up to something.” The rest of the group was eager to join in.

Seeing the situation deteriorating, the people of West Village turned and ran, making it over the Shigong Bridge before they stopped.

They were infuriated. Even just looking from afar was problematic, how irritating.

The real irritation wasn’t the people of East Village, but Chen Laochuan’s household.

Instead of living their peaceful lives, they had to go steal kids from East Village. Now, everyone in West Village becomes a suspect when they set foot in East Village, suspected of child stealing. What a mess.

If it wasn’t for that ill-fated family of Chen Laochuan, their villagers wouldn’t have been looked down upon by the Jiang Sanlang.

If it weren’t for all those troubles, they might’ve been able to buy some golden mushrooms from the Jiang family and be sleeping with their silver ingots, just like East Villagers.

As the West Village people grew angrier, when the moon had risen high, they each scooped a spoonful of manure and splashed it on Chen Laochuan’s front door.

“Who’s there?”

Chen Feng’s wife had been sleeping restlessly, constantly worrying about her husband and second son encountering trouble.

It had already been more than a month and her husband still hadn’t returned. The summer harvest season was coming to an end and it was time to plant beans, but with no men in the house, what could they do?

Just as she was worrying, she heard a noise outside. Chen Feng’s wife draped on a robe and went out to investigate, only to smell a strong odor from the doorway.

When she opened the door to check, she was maddened to find the front door and the ground soaked in urine and faeces. The odour almost made her tumble.

“Who’s the damn swine that dumped manure at our door?” Chen Feng’s wife cursed out loud, fuming.

But under the shadowy moonlight, no one responded.

After cursing a few more times, Chen Feng’s wife didn’t dare to linger outside. She rushed to close the door tightly.

Once inside, she found her hand covered in faeces. She had to suppress her nausea as she washed her hands.

By the time she got back to bed, the rooster had started to crow.

Early next morning, as Chen Wan was preparing breakfast and saw her grandmother still asleep, she went and scooped out a ladle of wheat flour from the cabinet, then thought for a while and scooped half more.

She went to the stove and began kneading the dough, preparing to make dough gobs.

By the time she had finished making the dough gobs, all her sisters had woken up. Chen Zhao, upon opening the courtyard door, screamed in surprise: “Why is there excrement on the door?”

Chen Wan knew what had happened, but she didn’t care and said, “Just go to the river and bring water to wash it off.”

Chen Zhao was unhappy, “Why don’t you go and fetch water? Why make us do all the dirty work?”

Chen Wan ignored her and carried a big bowl of dough gobs into her grandmother’s room.

“Granny, it’s time for breakfast.”

She called out a few times, but Chen Feng’s wife remained still. She quickly went over to check, and found that Chen Feng’s wife’s face was bright red. She seemed to have developed a fever.