General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Hand Treatment

It was not far from the town to the village, about six to seven miles. Su Cheng sprained his ankle. Even though he said that they could walk, Su Xiaoxiao still went to hire an ox cart.

It was from the neighboring village. Old Li was not around today.

The family of three sat on the ox cart. Su Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, "Who is Fifth Master?"

When they were fighting with that group of people just now, she heard someone shout, "Su, aren't you afraid of offending Fifth Master by doing this? Brother Dao is Fifth Master's man!"

"That's right. Who's Fifth Master?" Su Ergou was also curious.

Su Cheng said nonchalantly, "I'm from the underworld and have some small influence in the city. I've interacted with them in my early years."

"Sounds impressive," Su Xiaoxiao said.

Su Cheng said, "Don't listen to Zhang Dao's nonsense. He's not in Fifth Master's league!"

"What if he did know Fifth Master?" Su Ergou asked.

Su Cheng snorted. "So be it! We'll cross that bridge when we come to it! He's been beaten up like that. No matter what, he'll have to lie in bed and recuperate for a few months! By the time he complains, it'll be too late!"

Su Ergou said weakly, "What if it's not too late?"

Su Cheng slapped his forehead. "Whose side are you on!"

Su Ergou felt wronged.

The ox cart driver sent the Su family of three to the vicinity of Xinghua Village. Before leaving, Su Xiaoxiao instructed him, "Please tell He Tongsheng's family that I don't care if he comes or his family. In short, once the three days are up, there will be blood if there's no money!"

The man drove away, shaking with fear.

Su Ergou gave Su Xiaoxiao a thumbs up. His sister had an aura!

"However, Sister, he doesn't seem to be from He Tongsheng's village. He's from Willow Village in the east."

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.

… .

When the three of them entered the village, the three little children were like three little chicks waiting to be fed. They flapped their little arms back and looked at the village road.

Seeing them, the three little ones ran over.

"Dahu, Xiaohu, Erhu!"

Su Ergou's eyes lit up. He took the three little ones—one on his shoulder and two in his arms.

The three little ones with dark faces were quiet.

Little Wu timidly walked up to Su Xiaoxiao and whispered, "They… they came here to wait…"

The wind at the village entrance was strong and cold.

She was afraid that Fatty Su would blame her for not taking good care of the children.

"Thank you for today." Xiaoxiao didn't think that Little Wu had done anything wrong. "They didn't cause trouble for you, right?"

Little Wu hesitated for a moment. "They didn't disturb me."

It was just that they made half the children in the village cry…

Su Xiaoxiao smiled. "I knew it. They're very obedient."

Little Wu braced herself. "… Yes, your sons are very easy to take care of."

Su Xiaoxiao was about to explain that they weren't her sons but decided to let it rest. When Wei Ting recovered, he would leave with the children.

"Take these snacks back."

Su Xiaoxiao bought a few boxes of snacks from town. Of course, they weren't from Jin Ji.

Little Wu didn't want it.

"Take it!"

Su Xiaoxiao said fiercely.

Little Wu accepted it with trepidation. "If… if there's nothing else. I'll leave first."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at her fleeing back and thought, Look at how scared she is.

"She's also pitiful." Su Cheng sighed. It was rare that he wasn't stingy.

Little Wu married Liu Shan's eldest son, Liu Ping. Liu Ping's mother had a difficult labor when she gave birth to him. Later on, Liu Shan married a second wife, Big Wu.

Although they had the same surname, Little Wu was not related to the Big Wu.

Big Wu gave birth to a son and a daughter. The daughter got married, and the son was Niu Dan's father.

Big Wu only doted on her biological son. In addition, Little Wu only had two daughters, so Liu Shan was even more biased towards Big Wu.

Liu Ping and Little Wu worked hard in town, while the other daughter worked hard at home.

… .