Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Chapter 12 Innocent Landlord Qiao Tenant

Wei Caiwei was stunned for a while before she probably understood the meaning of Wang Daxia’s words, and immediately changed her face. At a young age, she was thinking about something!

No wonder she would sell her mother’s farm to redeem her for Miss Yingying!

Wei Caiwei picked up the knife that had just cut the watermelon, and wished to castrate him personally!

but…

He is your husband, dear.

God pity, let me go back to my husband’s palace, not let me castrate him personally.

This thought was like an invisible hand, preventing her from committing a murderous hand to Wang Daxia.

“What are you doing? If you have something to say, don’t do it!” Wang Daxia raised the pillow to protect her body, with the expression of a chaste man:

“You use a knife to force me, and I won’t sleep with you. I don’t beat women, but if you want to grab a good man, I will definitely resist.”

At this time, Wei Caiwei suddenly realized Wang Qianhu’s despair: the prodigal son was only selling the land to save the wind and dust, and did not kill anyone.

He just misunderstood me and didn’t go to bed with a little widow.

The so-called two evils, whichever is less, now Wei Caiwei can only comfort herself like this.

Wei Caiwei put down the knife, pointed to the wound medicine adjusted on the tray and said: “You want to be crooked, I just want to give you medicine.”

Wang Daxia thought to herself, the little widow was thin-skinned, and when she saw my stern refusal to sleep in the same bed, she went down the steps to find a reason for healing.

Heal the wound, what are you doing when you pull out my clothes?

Woman, I have seen through your mind a long time ago.

See through and don’t pierce through, and I will meet tomorrow as if I were all right.

Wang Daxia thought she was tolerant, put down the pillow of the bodyguard, and said: “So, I misunderstood Dr. Wei. However, I will do it myself.”

Looking at the facial expressions, she doesn’t believe me. Wei Caiwei can’t wait to cut Wang Daxia’s head with a watermelon knife to figure out what he thinks.

Wang Daxia saw that Wei Caiwei refused to move and was still looking at herself on the spot. The little widow would not give up, she picked up her pillow again and stopped in front, saying, “You… go upstairs and rest early.”

This guy actually gave me an order to evict me! This is my home, OK!

Wei Caiwei held back her anger and stretched out her right hand.

When Wei Caiwei started, Wang Daxia shrank in her pillow, “Why aren’t you leaving?”

Wei Caiwei pointed to the wound medicine and said: “Apply the white bottle for external use, take the green bottle orally, don’t touch water, don’t sweat, after storage, there will be no scars, a total of seventy dollars, my medicine is more expensive than the market, but I have used it. You know it’s worth it.”

Seeing Wei Caiwei’s business affairs, Wang Daxia took out a dime of silver from her baggage and gave her.

Wei Caiwei held the silver and turned it upside down in her hand, “This is at least one or two and a half, I’ll find you money.”

“No need to look for it!” Wang Daxia said: “Tonight I eat yours and live with yours. You can’t eat and live for nothing. The rest is the money for the meal and the room. Tomorrow morning, wait for the people who patrol the streets of Beicheng Soldier and Masi to walk away. , I will leave here and stop disturbing Doctor Wei.”

This little widow has a good personality, but it’s hard to get rid of it when it is stuck. Wang Daxia feels that she will stay away from the little widow in the future, and she will not dare to be ambiguous. Miss Yingying is right, she is too clingy. Can’t ask, trouble.

Wang Daxia didn’t want to owe her favors. The two of them were simply the money relationship between the landlord and the tenant.

Wei Caiwei felt so angry and funny. He kissed his wife and settled the accounts. I treat him as a relative husband to protect, but he treats me as a lonely widow who can’t stand loneliness and hooks up with a young man.

It was because I was too anxious and eager to make friends with him and gain his trust to help him resolve the disaster that Wang’s family was about to face, but he was frightened out.

It’s too late.

“Wang Er Shao is really generous, thank you very much.” Wei Caiwei threw the silver into the drawer on the incense table and went upstairs carrying the lantern.

After hearing the sound of the door closing upstairs, Wang Daxia finally put down the self-defense pillow, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the memorial tablet on the incense table: “I am at a loss. If I change to another man, how can I hold it? I can Didn’t touch your wife, don’t pretend to be ghosts in my dreams to scare me at night!”

Wang Yanei, one of the four evils in Beicheng who everyone shouts and beats, has a weakness… fear of ghosts.

When Wang Daxia blew candles to sleep, the fragrance of the woman on the pillow was looming. He was in a period of vigorous energy. He closed his eyes, and the little widow with a trance and disheveled hair was beside the pillow. The boy’s heart was agitated, tossing and turning, and unable to sleep.

Now Wang Daxia finally understands the phrase “Guan Ju” in the first chapter of “The Book of Songs”, “A gentle lady, a gentleman is so charming and can’t ask for it, what it means to toss and turn.” Like turning around alternately, with evil thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a slap from the incense case, which scared Wang Daxia into a carp and sat up, holding the pillow and tremblingly and said: “Who?”

Of course no one answered.

Trembling, Wang Daxia took out the fire sickle from the baggage, and lit the candle with a bang. It turned out that the tablet of “the spirit of the dead husband Wang Erlang” on the incense case fell.

How can the good ones fall?

Wang Daxia straightened the tablet and checked it carefully. There was no problem with the incense table. The table was placed upright. The base of the tablet was flat and placed on the incense table. Why did it fall?

There is only one answer, and that is ghosts!

It must be the dead ghost husband of the little widow who saw that I was thinking of his wife on the Arhat couch, and he appeared!

Wang Daxia ran upstairs and knocked on the door and said, “Doctor Wei, there is a ghost!”

Wei Caiwei wondered how to regain Wang Daxia’s trust, but she didn’t fall asleep at this time. Hearing this, she opened the door and said, “What the hell?”

“Your dead ghost husband.” When Wang Daxia saw the living person, he was kind, “His spiritual position fell for no reason. It must be Jiuquan who saw you staying with him, and he was so angry that he would come back.”

Wei Caiwei is speechless: My dead ghost husband is you! That ghost!

Wei Caiwei came downstairs, and Wang Daxia followed her, but he heard a squeak, and a black figure jumped from the incense table, it was a mouse.

Wang Daxia took off his shoes and smashed the black shadow, killing the mouse on the spot.

It turned out that the mouse stole the fruit in front of the spirit position, knocked down the spirit card, and ran away before Wang Daxia lit the candle.

A false alarm.

Wei Caiwei said: “You dispose of the mouse, the ghosts and gods are not credible, sleep.”

Wang Daxia nodded and pointed to the spirit tablet and said, “Can you please bring the spirit tablet upstairs? I…I feel panicked and can’t sleep. I always feel that this tablet is looking at me.”

Wei Caiwei thought it was funny: Are you afraid of yourself?

Wang Daxia thought that Wei Caiwei would not want to, and said quickly: “I’ll add money, is two or two enough?”

Wei Caiwei has a new understanding of the dead ghost husband: Wang Changgong, who used to kill and decisively, is afraid of ghosts!

Wang Daxia: “Five two?”

“No. I won’t take the risk of others.” Wei Caiwei went upstairs holding the spirit tablet.

Wang Daxia finally relaxed, sitting on the Luohan couch, about to blow out the candles, and paused. In the end, she had lingering fears and dared not sleep in the dark.

Just let the candles light up, so that you can sleep till dawn.

Caiwei was awakened by the cries of the seller in the alley, who was selling fried dough sticks and tofu.

She went downstairs and bought five fried dough sticks and a crock of tofu noodles. The shopkeeper wanted to pour salty sauce on the tofu noodles. Wei Caiwei stopped, “No, I like sweet ones.”

The shopkeeper left with a load, Wei Caiwei called to stop him, “Wait.” She took a small bowl from home, “Put the bittern here alone.”

The dead ghost husband likes salty tofu.

When the shopkeeper added minced garlic and chive sauce to the salty braised seeds, and was about to sprinkle the minced coriander, Wei Caiwei said, “No coriander.”

The dead ghost husband hates coriander. Whether it’s wonton, tofu brain, lamb soup, or hot pot, he can’t smell coriander.

The movement of Wei Caiwei buying breakfast woke Wang Daxia, and he immediately got up to dress and wash, fearing that the little widow would take him to sleep and harass him.

When he finished freshening up, Wei Caiwei had already put breakfast on the table.

Tofu nao and fried dough sticks, the most common food, made Wang Daxia’s mouth moist. He only ate watermelon and brown sugar fried cake last night. He is so hungry now, but the people from Beicheng Soldier and Mars have not been removed from their posts. Can’t go out yet.

“Let’s eat together.” Wei Caiwei added two tablespoons of snow white sugar to her bowl of tofu.

Wang Daxia: Cannibals have short mouths, in case the little widow makes excessive demands like bed warming…

“Anyway, you gave the money last night.” Wei Caiwei said.

Yes, I gave the money.

Sitting opposite, Wang Daxia served herself a bowl of tofu noodles, first smelled the salty stew, confirmed that there was no coriander, and poured half a bowl of salty stew.

Wei Caiwei ate two deep-fried dough sticks, Wang Daxia ate three, and the breakfast portion was just right. They were all full and there was no leftovers. This was the tacit understanding of the husband and wife for 30 years.

Wang Daxia put down her chopsticks, and Wei Caiwei asked, “Do you know how to clean the dishes?”

Wang Daxia is a boy who doesn’t touch the sun with his ten fingers. She shook her head, “No.”

Wei Caiwei: “Wash the dishes-I teach you, it’s very simple.”

Wei Caiwei asked Wang Daxia to collect the dirty bowl, and took the water from the water tank in the backyard to clean the bowl. Wang Daxia sent it to the fence. It was not the second young master, so she had to do it and rushed three times. He heard the sound of the soldiers on guard retreating and riding horses in the alley. Hurriedly said: “They are gone, I can go now, goodbye.”

Wang Daxia carried a burden on her back. Just when she hit the door latch, she heard the sound of kicking horses hoofs again in the alley. Could it be that the Beicheng soldier Ma Si returned?

The sound of horseshoes stopped at the door, followed by someone clacking the door.

The knock on the door was very rude, Wei Caiwei winked at Wang Daxia and said, “Who is making noise outside?”

People outside said: “Jin Yiwei handles the case, open the door!”

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