How I Tamed My Wolfish Husband Back in 80s-Chapter 87: Strong Grab_1

Li Shengcai froze, looking at his hand. He had been blinded by anger just now and hadn’t actually wanted to hit the child. He didn’t know what to do, so he held his head and tousled his hair.

Dong Lamei’s clothes were disheveled, and her face was bruised. She escaped the beating from her sisters and, in a fit of spite, ran to the kitchen shed to smash things. She threw down the challenge: "Don’t expect us to back you up here when you’re wronged in the future." Saying so, she strutted out as if she had won a battle.

Li Qiao chased after her: "Three porcelain bowls for fifteen cents, a pot for one yuan and twenty cents, chopsticks for five cents. The porcelain basin for ninety-five cents, the swill bucket two... adding up to three yuan and sixty cents, I’ll come to your house to collect the debt once I’m done here."

Dong Lamei: "...you’ll see if I’ll give you the money!" She said, implying she would return with backup.

...

Li Qiao turned and went home, dispersing the curious neighbors who had gathered, and also asked her eldest and second sisters’ families to go back.

The husbands of the eldest and second sisters volunteered to stay and help.

After consideration, Li Qiao agreed, as having them there would make her tasks more convenient.

In the afternoon, Feng Fugui returned and told Li Qiao that the body must be kept at home for a full month before burial.

He had ordered the coffin and planned to have the body put into it after the seventh day rituals.

He also discovered the talisman she had asked about, which was used to drive away ghosts.

Li Qiao thought to herself, Li Jinhua placed a ghost-driving talisman under her pillow—did she think she was a ghost?

This matter wasn’t over yet!

In the evening, a group of young men from society who claimed to be Qin Jin’s good brothers arrived at her home.

After entering, they paid their respects with incense and visited Old Mrs. Qin, each calling her grandma and promising to take care of her in her old age. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The promises made Old Mrs. Qin smile, and she seemed much more spirited.

The leader, before leaving, handed a stack of money to Li Qiao: "Sister-in-law, this is a little token from the brothers. I hope you’ll accept it."

Li Qiao, moved to tears, knew that people always said Qin Jin was good for nothing, but when trouble came, it was his old buddies who offered a helping hand.

While those who claimed to be his well-wishers and lectured him were now kicking him while he was down.

She needed the money and didn’t demur, accepting it with thanks and promising to repay it as soon as possible.

"Sister-in-law, you’re too polite. Just let us know if you need anything in the future."

Li Qiao nodded earnestly.

As the group was about to leave the courtyard, Feng Kui asked, "Daniu, why didn’t Liu Er from your village come with you?" Usually, that guy was always sticking to Jin.

"Liu Er’s dad said he didn’t know where he’d died; he hasn’t been home for half a month."

Li Qiao’s mind raced: "Wasn’t he traveling far away with Jin?"

"What? He went out of town with Jin, but Jin is here, where is he? He couldn’t have also been washed away by the flood, could he? I need to hurry back and inform Liu’s family." Daniu ran off.

Li Qiao’s gaze shifted to the body lying on the ground.

Was that really Qin Jin?

She felt no pain in her heart when she looked at him; it was only when others mentioned him that she felt sad.

But if this person wasn’t Jin, why was he found near the road closest to their village?

And there was the new bicycle.

Where had it gone?

Li Qiao, her mind in turmoil, returned to Old Mrs. Qin’s side.

When only the two of them were left in the room, Old Mrs. Qin sighed and said, "Qiaoqiao, you shouldn’t have fallen out with your parents. They feel guilty now, but over time, if your mother talks about it outside and it’s not clear, people will think you’re the one who’s ungrateful."

"I don’t care what others say. Once I get into college, we’ll leave this place immediately and then it will be quiet."

Old Mrs. Qin choked back sobs, "My good child, I’ve been a burden to you."

"Grandma, don’t say that," Li Qiao tried her best to comfort her.

Old Mrs. Qin felt a surge of strength within her, and she found some will to live: "I’ll get some good rest now, recover my strength, and take care of the household so you can be more relaxed."

"Yes!" Li Qiao lay down next to Old Mrs. Qin to sleep.

Just as she was dozing off, cries of mourning came from outside.

It was Liu Er’s father and mother and daughter-in-law, who began crying for Liu Er after seeing Qin Jin inside.

"You damn boy, why did you have to mix with losers again when you went out? Now that someone has died, at least they left a body, but where are you now that you’re dead? How is your wife supposed to live on... The bike from our house has also been taken, and in the future, our family..."

Li Qiao stepped outside.

"Uncle and Auntie, you’ve arrived."

"When did you find the person?" Mrs. Liu asked, wiping away tears.

Li Qiao didn’t want to describe it.

Someone beside her answered for her, and after Liu Er’s family heard, they were busy reporting to the brigade to help search for the body.

Li Qiao returned to her room to accompany Old Mrs. Qin for a while before walking to the window of her own room, looking down at the person laid out on the ground.

Tears again escaped her eyes, and she refused to believe it was him. She didn’t dare to keep looking and went back to Old Mrs. Qin’s room, sitting dryly until darkness fell, not knowing when she fell asleep, only to wake up to complete darkness outside.

She planned to visit the latrine and ran into Feng Bing in the alley.

"Haven’t slept yet?" Feng Bing initiated conversation.

Li Qiao didn’t make a sound with a stony face; her elder sister had warned her behind people’s backs that now she was a widow, she shouldn’t show any man a good face to prevent them from thinking she was unwilling to be lonely and wanted to charm them.

She bypassed him and walked straight on.

Feng Bing looked back at her before he left.

Li Qiao didn’t sleep much in the latter half of the night, fumbling in the dark to count her knitting.

Nearly two hundred pieces, she needed to quickly take them to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange them for money.

...

Early the next morning, she entrusted Feng Fugui with the task.

After a rainfall.

The morel mushrooms in the yard were growing well, thankfully Old Mrs. Qin had surrounded them with a fence, otherwise strangers would have trampled them down early on.

She gathered the mushrooms and placed them in a winnowing basket to dry.

Feng Kui quietly told her that Jin had collected many and now had them in hand, unsure what to do with them.

"Did Jin tell you how much money he’d give you?"

"This..." Feng Kui hesitated.

Li Qiao said, "Speak with confidence; I’ll take care of this matter." Money still needed to be made, or else how could she afford to study? She and Old Mrs. Qin couldn’t do farm work. Without some extra earnings, they couldn’t survive.

"He offers ten yuan per catty."

Li Qiao thought even more highly of Qin Jin for his righteousness. She only gave people a few cents, while he opened his mouth and immediately offered ten yuan. How could such a good person have died? She suppressed the rising tide of grief. "Dry them and bring them to me; I’ll settle accounts with you after I’ve exchanged them for money."

"No rush."

At this moment, a group of people barged in fiercely from the outside.

At first, she didn’t recognize them, but when she saw Dong Lamei following behind, she instantly understood.

They had brought their own people to abduct her.

The man in the lead, about one meter sixty in height.

With sly and sneaky eyes, his gaze lit up upon seeing her.

Dong Lamei’s nephew Dong Qiang had always been eying marrying Li Qiao, but back then she was in love with a college student.

Her aunt wouldn’t help him, but after she was abandoned by the college student, he brought it up again.

Her aunt said she was a high school student, and marrying her would require a bride price of one hundred yuan.

Where could he get that kind of money?

He had watched as she was taken away by a loser.

Now that the loser was dead, her aunt said she cost only ten yuan.

So beautiful, even twenty would be worth it.

"Li Qiao, come home with me."

"What’s going on here?" Feng Kui, leading the educated youth, blocked the crowd.

"Of course, we’re here to take someone," Dong Qiang said with an air of triumph.

"You come to our village to take someone? Where do you put us when taking your mother? Brothers, drive these people out!"

The two sides quickly came to blows.

Dong Qiang took the opportunity to squeeze closer to Li Qiao in the chaos. Old Mrs. Qin, her heart in her throat, rushed to Li Qiao’s side, only to be pushed away and fall to the ground by Dong Qiang.

The sudden change of events happened too fast for Li Qiao to react. She hurried to help up Old Mrs. Qin, and Dong Qiang took advantage of the moment to grab Li Qiao’s wrist.

Li Qiao struggled while looking after Old Mrs. Qin.

Wang Nannan and Liu Jing came forward to drag Dong Qiang, telling Li Qiao to run quickly.

Li Qiao gained her freedom, her eyes blazing with fury as she grabbed a carrying pole and swung it at Dong Qiang.

Dong Qiang, short and nimble, hopped around dodging her attacks.

Unable to hit Dong Qiang, Li Qiao turned to deal with Dong Lamei.

"Help, a daughter beating her own mother!" Dong Lamei fled for her life.

Li Qiao pursued relentlessly, and after running a distance, intended to return home, but Dong Qiang’s people caught up from behind.