The Vicious Fat Wife Dressed as a Disabled General

Chapter 57 Huang Daxian Retaliates?
Jiang Zhinuan thought about it, but still felt that she couldn't hide the matter about the weasel from Di Qing. Yesterday afternoon, Di Qing told her not to hurt the weasel's life, and told her to let the weasel go. She didn't listen well. .

Although it is still uncertain whether the fire at home has something to do with it, but Jiang Zhinuan can't hide it. She is afraid that Di Qing will blame her if he finds out about it from others.

Seeing her nervous expression, Di Qing looked at her with a slight frown: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Zhinuan put down the grilled fish in his hand, and rubbed his fingers against the fabric of his clothes for a while before mustering up the courage to say, "Actually, I didn't let that weasel go away yesterday."

Di Qing's eyes froze: "Did you kill it?"

"No..." Jiang Zhinuan quickly waved his hand: "I didn't kill it, I just tied it up and brought it to the market this morning to see if I can sell it for money..."

After hearing what he said, Di Qing hesitated for a moment before shaking his head: "You are confused."

Jiang Zhinuan was wronged and helpless.

It's just a weasel. She has heard many legends about Huang Daxian, but those are just legends. A materialist and atheist doesn't believe in them at all.

Besides, she didn't know that Pingxi town regarded the weasel as a fairy god, and she just wanted to sell it to get some money to subsidize the family.

"I don't want that either."

"You know about Huang Daxian, but you still dare to beat him? As the saying goes, when Huang Daxian comes to your house, let alone steal your chicken, you have to worship it yourself. Why don't you abide by these customs?"

Facing Di Qing's questioning, Jiang Zhinuan lowered his head: "But I really don't know. If I knew, why would I bring the weasel to the market?"

Di Qing froze for a moment.

He vaguely remembered that after Jiang Zhinuan woke up from being knocked out by the gambling shop, he told him that she had forgotten a lot of past memories.

Regarding Jiang Zhinuan's sudden change, Di Qing also doubted whether she was beaten out of her mind by the people in the gambling shop. She doesn't look like she is lying at the moment.

Di Qing could only sigh: "It's my fault that I didn't make it clear to you yesterday."

"Do you also believe that this weasel is Huang Daxian who can protect the people?"

Di Qing shook his head, of course he didn't believe it.

He was not from Pingxi Town at all. Where they lived, no one regarded weasels as immortals, but the country's landscape, each place has its own customs, and he has been in Pingxi Town for five years.

In the past five years, he naturally knew about Huang Daxian.

Every April [-]th, the folks in Pingxi Town will hold a large-scale worship meeting, and every household will send a chicken to the mountain forest to support the weasel.

Naturally, the Jiang family did not miss out, so Di Qing would never have thought that Jiang Zhinuan had forgotten about Huang Daxian.

Now that she hurt Huang Daxian, she offended the entire Pingxi Town villagers.

Today's fire started for a reason, and they might not have a foothold in Pingxi Town in the future.

"Don't think about it, the matter is already like this, let's take a step and take a look. When it is dawn, I will go to inquire. If the weasel is fine, we sincerely apologize and buy a few more chickens to worship."

Jiang Zhinuan hummed on the surface, but he was not convinced in his heart!

Why should a weasel who steals chickens need her to apologize?
A fire burned down her home, and she still doesn't know who to turn to for reasoning?
Anyway, she was not happy in her heart, these days, it's okay to be bullied by others, but to be bullied by a weasel would be really embarrassing.

Early in the morning, she thought of a way to destroy the fairy temple of the weasel. Whoever burns down her house must be built for her.

Engaging in feudal superstition, this will not work for her!
……

The next day.

When it was just dawn, Jiang Zhinuan washed her face in the river water. Last night, she leaned against the side of the car and was so dazed that she couldn't sleep.

The cold river water brushed against her face, completely waking her up from her drowsiness.

"Di Qing, take care of the two children."

"Where are you going?" Di Qing's eyes flickered with worry.

"I'll go to Uncle Zhang's house. Uncle Zhang is a good man. I'll ask him about it."

Di Qing had no choice but to nod: "Then be careful, if something goes wrong, you can come back and we can leave here."

After Jiang Zhinuan came down, he hurried to Zhang Abo's house while it was still early.

This thatched cottage of Abo’s house is 800 meters away from Jiang Zhinuan’s house. When Jiang Zhinuan passed by his house, it was completely burnt down, leaving only a piece of black ruins.

Seeing the old home burned down, Jiang Zhinuan felt a dull pain in her heart, but she dared not stop on her feet. She had to go to Zhang Abo's house before dawn.

Fortunately, the old man woke up early before she knocked on the door, and the answer came inside.

Seeing Jiang Zhinuan, Uncle Zhang was taken aback: "You, you... are you still alive?"

Jiang Zhinuan stepped in and closed the door of Uncle Zhang's house: "Uncle Zhang, what happened to the fire at my house yesterday? Do you know?"

Uncle Zhang frowned and looked her up and down: "How did you escape from such a big fire? Where are your man and two children?"

"We went out yesterday and were not at home."

"So that's how it was. There was such a big fire last night. If you were at home, you wouldn't be able to escape."

Uncle Zhang was talking, walked into the room, poured a glass of water and handed it to her: "Come in and sit down."

Jiang Zhinuan didn't want to sit down, she just wanted to find out how her thatched cottage burned, and whether it had anything to do with the weasel.

Uncle Zhang picked up the tobacco pot on the table, lit a pot of cigarettes, and took a deep sip.

After a long while, he said: "This fire was brought down by Huang Daxian. If you hurt it, it will take revenge on you."

Why does Jiang Zhinuan not believe this?

A weasel will also drop fire?
"Uncle Zhang, that's just a weasel..."

Uncle Zhang slammed the pot of dry smoke on the table, glared at Jiang Zhinuan, put his palms together, and muttered, "Don't blame Huang Daxian, don't blame Huang Daxian."

The image of Huang Daxian as their patron saint has been deeply ingrained in Zhang Abo's mind.

He interrupted Jiang Zhinuan, and got up to see off the guests: "Jiang's daughter, although I think you are very nice, but you offended Huang Daxian, this Pingxi Town can't accommodate you, you should go, If it is seen by other villagers, they will still trouble you."

"Uncle Zhang, I am the one who arrested Huang Daxian. I will take responsibility for this matter. I want to ask you one thing."

Zhang Abo sighed: "You say."

"My husband and children are innocent. Our thatched hut has been burned and they have no place to live. I want to beg you to take them in for a few days. I will find a new place as soon as possible. Of course I will pay you rent."

Jiang Zhinuan has her own things to do, and before that, she has to make arrangements for Di Qing and the children.

Fortunately, Zhang Abo was kind-hearted and agreed to her request. Jiang Zhinuan took Di Qing and the two children to Zhang Abo's home before the sun was completely bright.

(End of this chapter)