The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 88: You Have to Listen to Your Wife

The moonlight was bright, casting over the snow like silver flames.

After dinner, they set off again. The old ox panted heavily, stopping every few steps to rest, and the distance between them and the group ahead gradually widened.

They were all the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled. If they lagged too far behind, encountering mountain bandits wouldn’t be a joke.

The road was flanked by mountains and forests, the trees casting dark shadows that looked extremely gloomy, with the occasional eerie cries of night birds echoing around.

Yu Tingwan fed the old ox a few mouthfuls of fodder to calm it, trying to lead it forward.

Because of this, Hui Niang was particularly anxious, just watching the old ox stagger a few steps forward.

Hui Niang: ...

I’ve always known Wan Niang was strong, but I didn’t expect her strength to be at this level.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She felt like... she hadn’t even exerted any force yet?

The wheels rolled forward.

The old ox stumbled forward a dozen steps, finally catching the pace, standing steady, allowing the ox cart to regain its previous stability.

Unlike the previous struggle, it was walking much more lightly now.

Very confidently!

Not even panting anymore.

Even quickly.

Yu Tingwan: ...

It was quite inexplicable.

But it was a good thing, and the girl was happy to see it.

She and Hui Niang both breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that the old ox would go on strike again, so they didn’t ride the cart, instead leading it by the reins ahead.

The girl exhaled in the cold.

"That County Magistrate Yang is an official who does practical work for the people."

Hui Niang softly: "He handles any unjust case."

This...

Yu Tingwan turned her head: "What was the result?"

Hui Niang made a gesture: "I inquired, they say he handled a hundred cases in half a year and solved over thirty."

"But because of this, he offended many people and was once blindfolded with black cloth and beaten almost to death."

Hui Niang, holding up a torch that Yang Weiweng had the constables deliver before their departure, sighed: "If he were the magistrate of our Ze County, then back then things wouldn’t have..."

Yu Tingwan said nothing.

He was indeed good.

But it seemed he wasn’t very smart, a bit stubborn.

So he was isolated by other county magistrates.

Exiled to such a place, even with many aspirations, it’s too difficult to stand out, not go with the flow, and maintain integrity.

The world is murky, and following the tide is the norm.

During Hui Niang’s pause, a green crow flapped its wings and landed on the ox cart, its tiny eyes about the size of mung beans stayed still, as quiet as a quail at this moment.

Yue Shan had already fallen asleep.

Wei Zhao, however, was still awake.

He looked expressionless at the suddenly appearing colossal creature.

In the undercurrent of the night, Fu Meng had followed for a long time.

Yes, it buried its head, pushing the cart forward.

Perhaps afraid of being handled by Wei Zhao, Fu Meng didn’t dare look at his expression.

It only tentatively nudged its paw towards Wei Zhao.

It hadn’t even touched him when Wei Zhao unceremoniously swatted it away.

Fu Meng’s paw stopped in mid-air, dejected but not withdrawn.

It effortlessly continued to push forward. Don’t know how long it had been, the paw pads again went to Wei Zhao in a fawning gesture.

Again, it was swatted down.

Fu Meng’s fierce eyes flickered with confusion, feeling wronged because of it.

If it were before, with its big temper, it would have roared!

But this time it didn’t dare, feeling guilty.

The green crow watched with bated breath.

Its eyes flashed with pity for Fu Meng’s reckless ignorance.

The green crow straightened up and flew over, trying to soothe.

Only to be slapped away by Fu Meng.

Suddenly.

Yu Tingwan heard a shrill bird call from the ox cart behind.

"Caw!"

Without turning back to check, she saw the green crow trembling as it flew over.

No one could tell how much abuse it had suffered, with feathers lost in unknown numbers.

Yu Tingwan: ???

"Husband."

"You wouldn’t..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Wei Zhao’s cold voice came.

"Yes, it’s me, I’m utterly depraved, I didn’t even spare the birds."

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When they finally stopped to rest, everyone was thoroughly exhausted.

Fu Meng quietly slipped away to lie in the woods on the side; no one knew it had been there.

Yu Tingwan was very sleepy.

The ox cart was too small to sleep in.

Under such poor conditions, they couldn’t be too picky outside, so the girl braved the biting cold, pulled a few wooden planks from the ox cart, laid them on the ground, and along with Hui Niang, covered themselves with blankets and curled up to sleep.

The night became thicker and more intense.

The wind howled, carrying the rustling of leaves, striking her face like a sharp knife that could cut through flesh.

No place could be as comfortable as home.

In a hazy state, she heard a rustling sound.

Yu Tingwan tried hard to open her eyes, seeing someone sitting up.

This figure was definitely not Yue Shan’s.

Before she could make a sound, Wei Zhao lit the kerosene lamp.

Wei Zhao’s lips were pale from the cold.

But the thickest blanket from home was on him.

There was also a small basin of burning charcoal on the cart.

It could be said that Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang, two weak women, gave him all they could.

Wei Zhao knew how weak his body was, reaching this point without overestimating himself, refusing to bravely swap places with them.

He tucked Yue Shan tightly in.

The itch in his throat was irritating, drinking water couldn’t alleviate it a bit.

He seemed aware that the girl’s eyes were watching him intently, yet without a word, he took out a needle from the corner.

It was Hui Niang’s everyday sewing needle, which he grabbed on the way out.

After wiping it with cloth, Wei Zhao held it over the kerosene lamp to bake.

A faint voice reached his ears.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Tingwan had no idea when she had come over, watching with a fearsome gaze.

Wei Zhao answered flatly, "Bleeding."

Yu Tingwan didn’t understand.

But Wei Zhao directly pierced the needle into his flesh.

The medicine he had taken these days was effective; he had taken his pulse on the road, and there were four days left.

A few days ago, he said he could still live for five days.

It was evident that Old Man Qian was right about using ginseng to prolong life.

But with such a foundation, even the best medicine was just a spent force.

At most, it could only last a few more days.

Wei Zhao asked: "At this speed, how long will it take to reach the town?"

This path Yu Tingwan had traveled when Hu Dazhu brought her back in the day.

She instinctually did a rough calculation: "The road is hard to travel; estimated two days to town, and one more day from town to the city."

Wei Zhao was silent for a long time: "Not enough."

One day was left, fearing the time was too urgent.

If an accident happened... 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Yu Tingwan didn’t understand the implication of his words and didn’t have time to ponder before she saw Wei Zhao prick himself once, twice...

It seemed genuine, as if he was hitting life-saving acupuncture points.

For a moment, Yu Tingwan was fooled.

She opened her mouth, her breathing slightly halted, and lightly reminded: "Be gentle."

The girl’s voice was a bit shaky.

"You know that Granny Fan’s foolish nephew."

"When he was a kid, playing with needles, he jabbed himself a few times, convulsed, and foamed at the mouth. He became stupid when he woke up."

If Wei Shen already had a condition, what to do if something else happened?

Wei Zhao jabbed a total of over fifty times, with the last few pricks at his fingertips, causing thick blood to ooze out.

Wei Zhao murmured, "Half a day."

It delayed by another half day.

Sadly, this method could only be used once.

He had seen a military doctor use it, saying it was developed by studying ancient medical family books and combing with acupuncture from the previous dynasty’s Pan Lao, and refining it together.

But even with difficult needle techniques, Wei Shao wouldn’t learn this.

Yu Tingwan was already angry, reaching out her hand: "Give me the needle."

Wei Zhao listened to her using a coaxing tone as if speaking to a child.

"You need to listen to your wife in everything."