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

Chapter 498 Giving Dumplings

Cuihua glanced at everyone in the Zhao family and said, "Just follow Xiuying's instructions and don't give me any unnecessary advice. Do you understand?"

Zhao Cunliang nodded hurriedly and said, "Oh, don't worry, we will definitely do as Xiuying said, without any ambiguity."

Tian Guilan also quickly agreed: "Whatever you say is what we will listen to you."

Cuihua then swung the broadsword in her hand, the blade flashing, and she shouted, "Then what are you all still standing here for? Zhao Cunliang, my father-in-law, you are the strong labor force of the family, why don't you hurry and join the patrol!"

Zhao Cunliang said flatteringly, "The patrol team has me assigned to the night shift."

Cuihua turned her gaze to Tian Guilan and asked, "What about you? What did you do?"

Tian Guilan quickly responded, "Originally, I was supposed to practice with the crossbow, but my eyesight isn't very good, so I was transferred to the kitchen to make dinner. It's only noon now, it's not time for me to cook yet."

Cuihua turned her gaze to Yaozu, Dafu, and Dagui and asked, "Where are you guys?" Suddenly, as if remembering something, her brows furrowed and she asked sharply, "Where is Guangzong?"

Zhao Cunliang was so frightened by this sudden question that he trembled all over and stammered, "Guangzong... Guangzong... went to the fields..."

Cuihua, carrying a long sword, came over angrily, shouting, "What are you talking about? He's such a lazy fellow, how can he even work in the fields? Tell me the truth, where did Guangzong go? If you can't explain clearly, I'll take you straight to the village chief!"

Zhao Cunliang's heart skipped a beat. He originally thought that Cuihua would directly attack him or Tian Guilan. After all, everyone knew her cruel temper.

But he never expected that Cuihua would actually hand him over to the village chief. You know, at this critical juncture, if he was handed over to the village chief, wouldn't all his carefully planned plans be ruined?

Zhao Cunliang was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a thud and begged bitterly, "Auntie, I swear to God, I really don't know where Guangzong has gone! You know that boy is always playful, and he might be hiding in some corner lazing around right now."

"Really?" A hint of suspicion flashed in Cuihua's eyes. The long knife in her hand slowly slashed across the ground, the blade rubbing against the ground, making a "hissing" sound, like a sharp hook, hooking directly into Zhao Cunliang's heart. Hearing this sound, Zhao Cunliang felt as if his heart was being pulled out of his chest alive.

At this critical moment, Guangzong swaggered into the yard. Seeing Cuihua, his face immediately filled with a flattering smile, and he walked forward and shouted, "My lady, I... come..."

"Pa!" Cuihua turned around suddenly and slapped Guangzong's face with a loud slap, shouting angrily: "Where the hell have you been?"

Guangzong had endured Cuihua's wrath for many days and had long since figured out a way to deal with her. Unhurried and with a flattering smile still on his face, he pulled out a few wild fruits from his bosom and handed them to Cuihua, saying flatteringly, "My lady, I went up the mountain to pick some fruit just for you to satisfy your craving. Come and try some."

Cuihua was slightly startled, and subconsciously took the unripe wild fruits. Looking at the fruits in her hand, she couldn't help but frown.

Daddy used to pick this fruit for her. It wasn't particularly tasty, a bit bitter at first, but after savoring it carefully, a subtle sweetness emerged. Many people disliked the fruit's odd taste, but she was drawn to its unique flavor.

Cuihua gently touched her aching head. Ever since her madness had healed, she'd noticed some fragments of her memory were missing, and she couldn't quite recall many things. Whenever she tried to recall something, her head would feel like it was being hit by a heavy hammer, causing severe pain.

Tian Guilan noticed Cuihua's discomfort and took the opportunity to help her son. She took a deep breath, bravely stepped forward, gently supported Cuihua, and said softly, "My dear daughter, don't think about it. If you keep thinking about it, your head will hurt again. If you like this fruit, I will ask Guangzong to pick more for you. I will help you into the house so you can have a good rest."

"Yeah." Cuihua nodded slightly, looking a little tired. She slowly put her hand on Tian Guilan's arm, followed her support, and walked into the house.

In Futian Village, with the exception of one or two families with other concerns, most villagers threw themselves into the training. The elders were also busy, preparing meals for the young people in training.

A white-haired old man added firewood to the stove and said, "Our village hasn't been this lively for ages. I never thought that our old bones would still be useful at this time."

An old man nearby laughed and joked: "It's good that it works. If I don't use it anymore, my old bones will probably rust!"

At this moment, someone noticed that Grandma Zhang still looked a little worried, and spoke to comfort her, "Grandma Zhang, please stop worrying about your Ah Su. You don't know what kind of person Xiuying is, do you?"

Another old man quickly agreed, "That's right. Didn't Xiuying tell you? Once this period is over and the village is out of danger, we'll release Ah Su. You can relax!"

Grandma Zhang held the bowl steadily in one hand and a spoon in the other, scooping freshly cooked dumplings into the bowl. She frowned slightly and said, "It's not that I don't trust Xiuying, but I haven't seen Ah Su in person, so I'm so panicked."

Seeing this, the Third Grandpa, who was standing by, reached out and took the spoon from Grandma Zhang's hand, and said slowly, "Well, this matter is not difficult. You just send a bowl of dumplings to Ah Su, and then you can see him. Although Xiuying locked him up, she didn't say that you can't go to see him."

"That's right!" Grandma Zhang slapped her forehead. "Look at my brain. It's getting more and more confused as I get older!" She quickly took off her apron and said, "I'll go take some dumplings to Ah Su. I'll trouble you to take care of me here."

Grandma Zhang held the bowl of dumplings carefully in both hands and walked towards the back mountain with trembling steps.

Xiuying imprisoned Ah Su and Ah Ying in a small cabin in the back mountain and assigned several capable men to guard them. Along the way, Grandma Zhang thought to herself that when she saw Ah Su, she would definitely question him properly, so as not to let the child do anything wrong in his momentary confusion.

When she passed by the low wall at the back of the mountain, she vaguely saw a few people. She rubbed her eyes subconsciously, and then she saw clearly that there were several people holding big knives, climbing over the wall.