It's hard to get married if you want to remarry. She is very realistic and doesn't have any big dreams. She just feels bitter in her heart every time she looks at her daughter.
She tucked her daughter in and went to the hut.
It's late autumn and the weather is bitingly cold.
The little north wind blew so hard that it almost extinguished the candle in her hand.
She was protecting the candle with one hand and lifting her pants with the other hand. Suddenly she heard the family dog barking desperately.
How strange, she thought.
I have never seen this dog barking so crazily. It arched its body and barked into the darkness.
"Heizi, stop barking!" she scolded.
Usually, Heizi listened to her the most, but this time it was different. The more she scolded him, the louder he barked.
Widow Zhang was a little angry, stretched out her leg and kicked the dog, and cursed: "Beast, you don't want to live anymore!"
Heizi let out a cry, broke free from the rope and jumped into the darkness.
Widow Zhang saw that the direction the dog was running towards was her sorghum field, and she suspected that someone was stealing her grain, so she followed her with careful steps.
The wind whipped around, and Widow Zhang's candle suddenly went out.
The moon was dark, the wind was high, and there were no stars. She stood on the edge of the sorghum field, helpless.
Do you want to go take a look...or forget it...it's too dark, and you can't find the dog or catch the person without a candle. You'd better go back, the bed is still warm, she thought.
As she turned around, she suddenly heard someone moaning in the sorghum field, which sounded very painful.
A few days ago, a few grains of sorghum were dumped in her field every day. She suspected that weasels were causing trouble, and she was afraid that the sorghum would be destroyed before it matured, so she placed animal traps in the field.
Isn't it possible that someone was pinched...
The wailing sound was endless, and Widow Zhang couldn't bear to hear it.
She dared to shout: "Who's there?"
A painful voice came back from the sorghum field, but the tone was clear and clear: "Good sister, come and save me, my leg is pinched and it hurts so much."
Widow Zhang had never heard such a pleasant voice, and what she spoke was Mandarin, not their local dialect. The widow knew that he was not a local.
The villagers here always have loud and rough voices. In comparison, the sounds in the sorghum fields are simply the sound of nature.
She didn't know what was going on, but even though it was dark all around, she still brushed her hair and cleared her throat.
"Whose husband is speaking?" She was startled by her own voice speaking in Mandarin. It turned out that her soft voice was also pleasant to listen to.
"Good sister, I... I'm just passing through here. I am a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. I was delayed on the way and was very anxious. I thought about driving at night, but I never thought that I would slip into the sorghum field with my sprained foot and step on the animal trap... Oh
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The scholar let out a long sigh.
When Widow Zhang heard that he was not only a scholar, but also a big shot going to the capital, she no longer had any suspicion and hurriedly got into the sorghum field.
Widow Zhang came to Xiucai, touched his ankle, and found blood on her hand.
It looked like he was quite seriously injured.
She hurriedly opened the animal trap in the dark, inevitably touching the scholar's wound.
The scholar gasped and hummed.
The widow knelt beside the scholar and leaned half of her body on him. She could feel the rise and fall of the scholar's body and the hot breath he exhaled.
When she thought about being so close to a strange man in a sorghum field that was taller than a human being, her face turned red.
Fortunately, it was dark and no one could see her face that was as red as a monkey's ass.