Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Chapter 517 Zhou Dazhu's Revenge

Chapter 517 Zhou Dazhu's Revenge

Little Six clung to Little Bear's clothes tightly and said coquettishly, "No, no, I want to go with you."

Xiao Qi puffed up his cheeks angrily, "Brother Xiao Xiong, you are so mean. At the beginning, we agreed to go together, but now you want us to turn back halfway."

Little Six rolled his eyes and said teasingly with a smile, "Brother Bear, with your temper, it will be hard for you to find a wife when you grow up."

Zhou Xiaoxiong hugged his cloak tightly in his arms. When he heard this, his face flushed red. He quickly defended himself, "What are you talking about? I'm still young. Aunt Xiuying told me to study hard and become a learned scholar in the future. Also, you are not allowed to go to the cabin."

Seeing Zhou Xiaoxiong's serious expression, Xiao Laoqi said, "It's okay, Brother Xiaoxiong. If no one is willing to marry you in the future, then I will marry you. My mother likes you so much anyway."

Zhou Xiaoxiong was a thin-skinned person to begin with, and he couldn't stand the constant barrage of words from Xiao Laoliu and Xiao Laoqi. His face had already turned red all the way to his neck, and he said anxiously and shyly, "Stop talking, stop talking. I still have to go and deliver a cloak to my aunt. If you two really want to go, then come along. Don't blame me if you get scolded!"

After saying that, Zhou Xiaoxiong held his cloak and walked quickly towards the cabin.

After hearing this conversation, Zhou Dazhu suddenly understood. It turned out that everything Zhao Cunliang said before was a lie, and he was clearly deceiving him.

Her son, Zhou Xiaoxiong, was enjoying a good life at Xiuying's house. He wore fine clothes and looked strong. He had grown taller and stronger than when she left. He also got along very well with the maids in Xiuying's house, chatting and laughing with them.

Zhou Dazhu was no fool. After a moment's reflection, he understood the reason. He strode straight towards the Zhao family, having already made up his mind.

Zhao Cunliang was standing in the kitchen, kneading the dough. "This flour feels really good. It's fragrant and smooth when kneaded. The steamed buns I'll make later will definitely be delicious."

Guangzong squatted in front of the stove, lighting a fire. He looked up at Zhao Cunliang and said, "Dad, let's make some more steamed buns. We haven't eaten food made with this kind of fine flour in a long time. With Cuihua here, we can only eat wild vegetable porridge for every meal."

Yaozu, who was washing cucumbers by the water tank nearby, couldn't help but grumble, "Dad, what were you thinking back then? Why did you fall for that crazy woman Cuihua? Otherwise, our family wouldn't be living like this now."

Dagui hurriedly advised, "You should stop complaining and start cooking. It's rare that the crazy woman isn't home for dinner, so let's cook those eggs. I haven't eaten eggs in a long time. Now the family relies entirely on my second brother and me to work. We are the labor force of this family."

Hearing this, Yaozu recalled how he'd occasionally gotten a small piece of egg when his grandmother was still alive. But ever since his eldest brother married Cuihua, life had gotten worse. Even though his eldest brother had a broken arm, he only had to cut grass and feed the livestock—easy tasks—while he had to do all sorts of heavy work every day.

Thinking of this, it would be more painful to cut off an arm!

Zhao Cunliang divided the kneaded dough evenly into small pieces. "Alas, it was originally for the purpose of curing the eldest and second brothers' illnesses. The tiger penis is a rare and precious thing. It took a lot of effort to get it. Who could have expected that I would marry this she-devil." After saying this, he sighed helplessly.

Zhao Cunliang lowered his voice and said, "But don't worry, these hard times won't end for a few days. When those bandits outside the village attack, we'll take the opportunity to get rid of that crazy woman. When Dad becomes the village chief, the whole of Futian Village will have to obey us. Then, you can marry any woman you want."

Guangzong heard this and a trace of worry flashed across his face. He hesitated and said, "Dad, what if Xiaoxiong's father finds out how we treated Xiaoxiong before? He's a bandit leader now. I heard he kills without blinking an eye."

Zhao Cunliang sneered disdainfully and said, "What are you afraid of? There are not only bandits out there, but also government officials. When our family gains power, we will naturally seek refuge with the government. With the government as our strong backing, why should we be afraid of those bandits?"

"Bang!" With a sound, the dilapidated kitchen door was kicked open from the outside.

Along with the loud noise, several tall figures instantly appeared in front of the Zhao family father and son, and a tense atmosphere spread.

Zhao Cunliang looked at the cold and gleaming sword in the bandit's hand in horror, his mind went blank, and the dough he was kneading in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop".

Guangzong was the first to recover from his shock. He suppressed his inner fear and forced a smile, saying, "Uncle Dazhu, you, you are finally here."

Zhao Cunliang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his flour-covered hands, trembling, and stammered, "Brother Dazhu, it's been a long time. Are you...are you doing well?"

Zhou Dazhu was like a wild wolf, staring at Zhao Cunliang intently, and asked in a low voice: "What do you think?" That look seemed to be able to see through Zhao Cunliang's internal organs, making him shudder.

Zhao Cunliang was so frightened by this look that his legs trembled and his voice became even more trembling. "You...you, of course, that's good. Now you are the awe-inspiring leader of the Black Wind Stronghold. You can call the wind and rain in this area and you have all the power."

Zhou Dazhu's lips curled up slightly, revealing an unfathomable sneer, and he slowly asked, "Do you still remember what I said when I entrusted the little bear to you?"

Zhao Cunliang's mind was a mess at the moment. How could he remember clearly what happened so long ago? But when he met Zhou Dazhu's eyes, a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight into his heart, making him shudder.

He swallowed hurriedly and stammered, "I remember...I remember, of course I remember. Brother Dazhu, you asked me to take good care of Little Bear. But...but it's not my fault. Little Bear was snatched away by that bitch Xiuying."

You don't know, the life that Xiao Xiong led at her place was worse than that of pigs and dogs! He wore only rags that Xiuying's maids had discarded, patched up with patches, and his meals consisted of vegetable porridge and watery soup.

After all this trouble, the little bear is now as thin as a bamboo pole, it makes people feel distressed just looking at him..."

Before Zhao Cunliang could finish his words, a flash of cold light flashed across the room like lightning. With a shrill scream, Yaozu's arm suddenly flew out, heading straight for Zhao Cunliang. Then, Yaozu fell heavily into a pool of blood.