Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 357 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 52

Stone's father has gone mad.

Their daughter-in-law is gone; the money they spent to buy her was all the family's money; their house burned down; and now they have nowhere to go.

The villagers affected by the incident pointed at Shi Tou's door every day and cursed him, using the most vulgar and offensive language imaginable.

Stone's father couldn't accept this reality and went insane overnight.

Stone was also greatly affected. He stopped going out to earn money and spent his days lying in the thatched hut, either sleeping or muttering something.

The more glamorous he was when he held his banquet, the more miserable he is now.

Stone Mother not only had to farm every day, but also feed and bathe them; the entire burden of the family rested on her shoulders.

She didn't dare to cry in front of them, only daring to secretly wipe away her tears in the fields while farming.

What kind of mess is this? Their family shouldn't be like this. It's all that witch's fault. If it weren't for her, their family wouldn't be like this at all.

Her father would work in the fields with her, and her son would work outside, sending money home from time to time. That should be their life.

Stone's mother would talk badly about that woman to everyone she met. At first, the villagers would agree with her, but she said the same thing every day, and everyone got tired of it and didn't want to discuss this nonsense with her anymore.

"That wretched woman, she's wicked to the core! She burned down your kitchen!"

The sun had already set, and the sky was ablaze with red clouds. Stone's mother had finished her work and returned home, her clothes soaked with sweat. She stood at the door of Old Fu's house, muttering curses under her breath.

She looked at Lao Fu expectantly, hoping he would respond to her.

With a sullen face, Lao Fu took out the light bulb from Song Xianyin's room, installed it in the room, and didn't even glance at her.

They had the nerve to yell at him at their house without even offering to pay him any compensation.

Stone Mother sat on the stone bench by the door, wiping away her tears: "My life has been so hard. I finally had a son, and I thought I was going to enjoy a life of happiness, but who knew this would happen."

“Old Fu, let me tell you, I’m sixty years old now.” She gestured, a hint of sadness on her face. “I can’t possibly save that much money for Shitou anymore.”

“Shitou is a good man. He went out to work a long time ago and built a three-story house for us old folks.”

She frowned, her expression very serious: "Let me tell you, back then, only the village chief's house had three floors, and then ours. You see, that was quite a sight."

Stone's mother looked extremely proud: "Stone is promising. I need to give him some advice. When he faces difficulties, you know, he's like a stone—unbreakable!"

Old Fu sat on a stool, eating the food he had taken from Old Jiang's house. He sarcastically remarked, "You still can't break it? Your man and the stone broke right away. Now you're the only woman in the house doing all the work."

It makes me laugh just thinking about it.

Stone's mother's eyes were lifeless. She shook her head: "No, no, Stone is heartbroken. He loves that woman, and that woman broke his heart..."

Watching Stone Mother's departing figure, Old Fu spat, "The whole family is a jinx. Even droughts before haven't caused this much fire."

When Stone's mother returned home, she cooked for the father and son, and then fed them.

Stone's dad was completely uncooperative, vomiting everywhere, not eating a single bite of food, and spewing it all over the floor.

As soon as Stone's mother approached Stone, Stone would start cursing at her, calling her nosy, useless, and unable to even keep a woman by her side.

The elderly neighbor couldn't stand it anymore and took Stone's mother to their house.

"Why do you care about them? They've all gone mad. You're a woman, and all the burdens are on your shoulders." The old woman's eyes were somewhat cloudy, and she spoke with great difficulty, panting as she spoke.

The old man gently patted her hand: "Xiufeng, the villagers all scold you, but don't blame them. They're just angry."

Xiufeng's tears fell instantly. She lowered her head and cried, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

The old man's children didn't like Xiufeng, but since she had already brought her into their home, they felt embarrassed to kick her out.

"That's right, Xiufeng. It's understandable that your man is crazy, but your child is just pretending to be crazy. Why do you care so much?"

"Now you're saying it's all your fault? He didn't refuse when you offered to pay, and he was the happiest person at the banquet. Now you're putting all the blame on him. You're a bit ridiculous."

He was afraid the villagers would scold him, so he pretended to be crazy like his father, so that all the malice would be focused on Xiufeng. What a cruel heart he had.

In the first few days, some villagers came to their door with knives. Two grown men hid behind the door, trembling, not daring to show their faces. Xiufeng kowtowed and begged for mercy, which prevented them from doing anything.

The old man looked at Xiufeng with some pity: "They've gone mad, so be it. What do madmen know about hunger? Just let them go mad. Don't go mad with them. You can eat and move around, so live a good life, okay?"

The woman next to him, picking green beans, said sarcastically, "When you bought a woman, she was unwilling. Didn't you think of this?"

All the chickens she raised were burned to ashes. Those chickens had been raised for so long and laid a lot of eggs, yet they were burned to ashes just like that.

We ate at their house once, and they gave us so much food as a gift.

The old man chatted with Xiufeng for a long time before Xiufeng went home.

As soon as she entered the yard, she found it littered with broken bowls. She hunched over and began to sweep the yard.

By the time she finally finished cleaning the entire yard, it was already getting light.

Chickens from every household crowed incessantly, occasionally punctuated by the barking of dogs.

The morning mist was chilly, and Xiufeng's face was extremely pale. She went inside to put on a light jacket, which her daughter had bought for her.

Thankfully, my daughter didn't come back, or I would have gotten scolded too.

Xiufeng picked up her hoe and went to work in the field. The villagers who were laughing in the field stopped laughing as soon as they saw Xiufeng.

Xiufeng glanced at them, then lowered her head and continued with her work.

She's getting old. When she was young, she could do whatever she wanted without feeling tired, but now her body can't handle even a little bit of activity.

She didn't go home to cook lunch either, since none of them were eating, and she didn't want to eat either.

As the sun was about to set, Xiufeng was still working with her head down.

"Xiufeng, stop working, it's time to go home for dinner." Someone couldn't bear it and called out to her.

Xiufeng smiled at her and said, "I'll go back now."

"Your face is all pale, you should go back and eat something."

On her way home, several little boys followed her and threw stones at her. In the past, she would have definitely stood up and yelled at them, but she didn't have that confidence now.

"It's all Stone's mother's fault, she made Stone lose his wife!"

"You wicked woman, my house is all black, it's all your fault!"

"You've driven Stone and Uncle Stone crazy! How could you be so mean? You even went to farm."

Several little boys followed her all the way until their parents called them home.

When Xiufeng returned home, she found the lights on and Shitou staring at her with hatred, as if she were an enemy.

Xiufeng lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and silently went to the kitchen to cook.

It's been drizzling every night for the past few days, and the air often has a sticky, damp feel. The soil on the ground has softened, and it feels particularly heavy when you step on it.

The village was extremely quiet at this moment. When Xiufeng passed by other people's houses, she could even hear their breathing as they slept soundly.

She walked barefoot through the mud, step by step, toward the river.

The water was bone-chillingly cold, Xiufeng murmured to herself as she continued walking. The water rose past her ankles, then past her knees…

"Mother will find a good wife for Stone..."