The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 150 Stroke

"Mom, what are you two arguing about? It's going on and on."

Wen Dazhuang finally woke up after sleeping for a day and a night, but he still felt groggy because of the alcohol he had been drinking.

He had originally wanted to continue sleeping, but the constant noise outside was so annoying that he couldn't sleep at all. Now he stood at the door with a resentful look on his face.

When Qian Zhaodi saw him come out, it was as if she had seen a savior. She ran behind him and hid, then tugged at his shirt. "Husband, please tell Mother! I really didn't slack off!"

"You saw me last time, didn't you? Wasn't I working in the fields?"

She pinched Wen Dazhuang's lower back. Although he didn't know what had happened, Wen Dazhuang still said to Old Zhou, "Yes, Mother, the last time I went to the fields to look for Zhaodi, she was still weeding."

Old Mrs. Zhou was helpless. What was done was done, and there was no point in pursuing it now. It was impossible for the crops to grow in the fields immediately. She glared at the couple and snorted coldly.

"Where's Cai-ge's betrothal money? Give it to me!"

She now looks at Qian Zhaodi, that lazy daughter-in-law, with disdain and speaks to her in a very fierce tone.

Qian Zhaodi swallowed nervously, shrinking further behind Wen Dazhuang, then poked her head out and whispered, "We didn't get the money back, and that little hussy Yang Xiu didn't go back to Willow Tree Valley..."

She spoke softer and softer, but Old Zhou listened intently.

"What did you say?! You didn't get the money back? That money was for finding a wife for Cai-ge!" Old Zhou was so angry that she rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

Wen Dazhuang was terrified and rushed over, squatting down and pinching her philtrum while shouting, "Mother! Wake up, Mother!"

Old Mrs. Zhou remained unresponsive, her eyes tightly shut. Qian Zhaodi panicked. Could it be that she had angered her mother-in-law to death? You can't do that! If word gets out, it'll be all over!

She hurriedly ran over to Wen Dazhuang and said, "Husband, quickly take your mother to Doctor Hu's house to see a doctor!"

What's the point of shaking her around in the yard? You might shake her to death if she's still alive!

Wen Dazhuang then realized what was happening and repeatedly agreed, then carried Old Zhou's body and ran towards Doctor Hu's house.

Qian Zhaodi entered the house to greet Wen Zhuzi and his wife. The two of them got up unhurriedly. Qian Zhaodi was too lazy to watch them take Wen Youcai to chase after Wen Dazhuang.

Doctor Hu had gone to bed early, but when he heard the urgent knocking, he got up, put on his clothes, and opened the door.

"Uncle Hu, please take a look at my mother and see what's wrong with her."

Before Hu Langzhong could even see who it was, Wen Zhuzi had already rushed into the house and put Old Zhou's wife on a chair.

After examining and taking her pulse, Doctor Hu said directly to Wen Dazhuang, whose face was covered in sweat, "Your mother has suffered a stroke due to anger. Take her home; she'll be spending the rest of her days in bed."

When Wen Dazhuang heard this, he felt like the sky had fallen. Qian Zhaodi and the others who had just entered the room also heard the people crying and shouting in the room. Doctor Hu just found these people extremely annoying.

"Hurry up and carry your old mother back home, this old man wants to sleep."

He yawned, looking extremely tired. Old Mrs. Zhou was getting on in years, and every day he went up the mountain to collect herbs while she had to take that silly boy Wen Youcai around. She was going to have a stroke or be exhausted to death.

The child's energy was extremely high; how could an old woman withstand such exhaustion?

And look at this family of lazybones, they're probably the ones who made Old Mrs. Zhou so angry.

Upon hearing this, Wu Hong thought he was just being impatient, so she put her hands on her hips and scolded, "You're just a barefoot doctor in the village. You think my mother-in-law can't get up just because you say so? Let's go to town and find her a proper doctor!"

She spoke a few more words with her nose in the air, and Wen Zhuzi chimed in, saying that she was right, which infuriated Doctor Hu.

He grabbed a broom and shooed the couple out, then turned to Wen Dazhuang and said, "Take them back quickly, it's late and I need to sleep."

Wen Dazhuang was still a bit dazed when Qian Zhaodi slapped him to bring him back to his senses and took his mother home from the chair.

Wen Youcai, not understanding what was going on, followed behind the two preoccupied individuals, clapping his hands cheerfully.

Wen Dazhuang was already incredibly annoyed by the thought of having to take care of a paralyzed person at home, and to make matters worse, his silly son was making a ruckus.

He kicked Wen Youcai in the backside and yelled, "Don't cause trouble in front of me, or I'll slap you sooner or later!"

He gave his son a disdainful look; he wasn't as patient as his mother in trying to appease a fool.

Looking at Wen Youcai's face, which was extremely similar to Qian Zhaodi's, Xie He's image suddenly flashed through his mind, and he disliked Wen Youcai even more.

Wen Youcai was kicked so hard he fell flat on his face. He sat up and was about to start crying again when Qian Zhaodi pulled him up and gently comforted him.

Wen Dazhuang was too lazy to even hit him and went straight home.

After returning home and placing Old Zhou on the bed, he discovered that his shoulder was soaked with her saliva. He felt nauseous and, seeing his mother's drool dripping from her crooked mouth, he said to Wen Zhuzi, "San'er, fetch some water to wipe Mother's face."

Wen Zhuzi took a step back, his face full of resistance. "Why should I go? Let my sister-in-law go!"

Wen Dazhuang and his wife took care of sending the medicine to Doctor Hu and bringing it back. Since Wen Zhuzi was so good at shirking his responsibilities, why would they continue?

Qian Zhaodi chuckled and said sarcastically, "Who said they'd spend all the money they made on their mother? Oh dear, not only is there no sign of the money, they won't even bother to wipe their own mother's face!"

Wen Zhuzi yawned. He felt his eyelids were so heavy that all he wanted to do was lie down in bed and not care about anything else.

"Mom always praises my sister-in-law for being so capable; wiping her face is definitely no problem for her. I'll go back to sleep now."

After saying that, he walked towards his room in a daze. Wu Hong rolled her eyes at Qian Zhaodi and her husband and also swayed her hips and left.

Wen Dazhuang was so angry that he simply ignored it, snorted coldly, and went back to his room to sleep.

Wen Youcai kept insisting on going to the yard, so Qian Zhaodi had no choice but to take him out to play in the mud.

Old Mrs. Zhou on the bed stared intently at the doorway, her mouth agape, unable to utter a word. She desperately wanted a drink of water! Her throat was parched! Not a single one of these heartless people had stayed to watch over her!

What if she gets hungry? What if she needs to poop or pee?

She shouldn't have agreed to the division of the family property with Wen Lao Er in the first place. If they were still in the old house, at least that bitch Xie He could serve her. Now, she can't even get a sip of water.

However, she's probably just understanding that her sons are tired today. They'll definitely take good care of their old mother once they've rested.

She was quite confident about this, since she usually spent any money she had on them.

After listening to the commotion outside from inside the woodshed and understanding everything, Wen Pandi felt incredibly relieved.

Now that one of the people tormenting her is crippled, her life at home will be a little easier.

Watching the mother and son playing in the mud in the yard, Pandi couldn't describe how she felt.

Wen Youcai, who is crazy and only cares about eating and playing every day, is still treated like a treasure. She works from morning to night, but she is still beaten and scolded like a weed.

She remembered a term her aunt had used to describe her: "seductive man," which strengthened her resolve to escape this hellhole.