My Beloved Super Fierce Wife-Chapter 302 people are gone

Wu Chunhua glanced at her. "You? Go find your dad. Isn’t he capable? You guys will have to figure it out yourselves these next couple days," she said.

Wu Chunhua had become ruthless.

In her heart, she thought, Wang Daniu is acting all high and mighty now, right? Well, let him sort out his own meals.

Wang Zhaodi’s heart panicked.

With this lousy weather, there was nothing to be found on the mountain.

Depending on her dad, they’d have to drink the northwest wind.

Her face full of pleading, she said, "... With this rainy weather, where could dad possibly get any food? Mom, can you spare us a few sweet potatoes?"

Seeing her pitiful look, Wu Chunhua picked out two sweet potatoes from the cabinet and handed them over.

"Here, two for you."

Wang Zhaodi looked at the sweet potatoes in her hand, skinnier even than the malnourished, and wanted to ask for one more.

After hesitating for a long while and moving her lips, she still didn’t dare to speak up.

Wu Chunhua didn’t pay it much mind and started packing up.

She took twenty eggs and left the house with Wang Jinbao.

Wang Zhaodi stood under the eaves, watching as the silhouettes of Wu Chunhua and Wang Jinbao disappeared into the curtain of rain, feeling indescribable.

The Wang family had no electric lights.

The house was silent, lit only by the faint glow of the kerosene lamp.

The night was like water.

The rain should have made the weather more comfortable.

But Wang Zhaodi felt as if massive black clouds were bearing down on her.

The moonlight-tinted chill soaked into her skin, seeping into her bones, leaving her whole body cold.

Wang Zhaodi looked towards the Lin family’s courtyard wall.

A dark shadow gathered in the depths of her eyes.

Just thinking of the Lin family’s brightly lit home, with everyone happily enjoying their meal.

In contrast, her dad was nowhere to be found, and her mom had taken her brother back to her maternal home.

She was the only one left in the house.

Wang Zhaodi felt her heart sinking, as if a seductive voice was urging her to fall down... fall down...

The voice told her that as long as the Lin family was unlucky, her life would get better.

The rain grew heavier.

The downpour pocked the ground with water pits.

Wang Zhaodi’s gaze fell on a bottle of pesticides in the corner.

There was still half a bottle of unused pesticides in that bottle.

Just a little bit could kill a cow.

If she used the pesticide...

Realizing the terrifying thoughts crossing her mind, Wang Zhaodi pulled herself back and slapped her forehead.

With a face full of panic, she rushed back into her own rundown room.

Lying in bed, the sound of the rain outside was so clear it seemed to fall right beside her ears.

A person’s heart is capable of evil, a thought rises, and a thought falls.

Once the thought takes hold, a shadow falls over the heart, and it becomes hard to wipe away.

Wang Zhaodi lay awake deep into the night.

She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

That persistent voice echoed in her ears.

All tangled up until the wee hours, Wang Zhaodi got up and blindly made her way to the corner.

Clutching the half bottle of pesticides, her heart pounded.

After a while, she moved the wooden ladder from the tree and leaned it against the wall adjoining the Lin family’s courtyard.

The ladder, crafted by the farmers themselves, was a bit rough but durable.

What Wang Zhaodi didn’t know was that one of the rungs was loose.

Wang Daniu had left the ladder in the courtyard because he intended to fix it.

He never expected the rain to disrupt his plans.

Thus, an inadvertence brewing a tragedy.

-

Meanwhile, at the Lin family.

Lin Qingmu wasn’t home, so Li Xiuli cleared out his room to make way for a guest room, offering Chu Yue a makeshift bed for the night.

"The bedding was sunned just the other day, and the sheets were newly changed; they are all clean," Li Xiuli said with a smile.

Lin Lu held the mosquito repellent in his hand, spraying it around the room while explaining.

"This is the mosquito repellent my daughter made. Spraying a bit around the room ensures it won’t affect your sleep."

They had already tested its effectiveness, and it worked curiously well!

Chu Yue smelled a faint scent of osmanthus and heard it was for repelling mosquitoes, which immediately piqued his curiosity.

"May I take a look?" he asked politely.

Lin Lu handed it over readily, "There’s nothing wrong with that. My daughter has made quite a lot; I could even give this to you!"

Tangtang had always been extremely generous when it came to showing filial piety to her parents.

"That’s nice of you," Chu Yue said with a smile, "then I shall accept it, thank you."

Lin Lu waved his hand, "No need to be so formal."

The couple settled Chu Yue in, then returned to their own room.

Chu Yue opened the bottle in his hand, held it to his nose, and took a careful whiff.

The scent of osmanthus was potent, masking the smell of any other ingredients, which he couldn’t discern.

He briefly pondered before setting it aside, then lay down on the bed to sleep.

-

Another day dawned all too quickly.

"Someone has died!!!"

Early in the morning, a piercing scream suddenly erupted from the Wang family.

This cry instantly shattered the tranquility of the quiet village.

The villagers, upon hearing the noise, hurried towards the Wang family’s home.

The Lin Family, being neighbors, heard it even more clearly.

Ever since Zhao Shuzhen warned Wu Chunhua, the Lin Family and the Wang family had kept to their own, like water not interfering with river water.

Even when they met outside, neither acknowledged the other.

But upon hearing someone had died, Lin Lu and Li Xiuli immediately dropped their grudges and rushed with the other villagers to the Wang family’s home.

They were among the later arrivals, and by the time they got there, quite a few people had already flooded into the Wang family’s place.

"It’s too awful!!" a woman who had arrived earlier exclaimed in horror.

A villager asked: "What happened? What’s the matter with the Wang family?"

"I heard someone died?! Are you joking?" another person added.

Qi Dafa’s wife, Guan Aiju, was among the earlier ones who had gone inside to see.

At this moment, her face was ashen.

Her expression unsettled by fright.

"I suggest you don’t crowd in there. It’s bloody and too frightening inside," Guan Aiju licked her dry, cracked lips and said.

The villagers’ faces showed shock, "What?! Really... someone actually died?"

Almost biting their own tongues.

Guan Aiju’s mind replayed the scene she had just witnessed, feeling her stomach churn.

However, having not eaten anything that morning, she felt the churns but had nothing to throw up.

The woman who went in with Guan Aiju had a slightly braver heart; she nodded, confirming,

"Yes, really!"

As the woman spoke, she shook her head with an indescribable sense of sorrow.

"Zhaodi is gone."

"There’s blood all over the courtyard, brains splattered out; the scene is horrifying. If you’re faint-hearted, don’t go in there."

She hadn’t been explicit before; now that she was, it only sparked the crowd’s curiosity.

Everyone wanted to take a look inside.

"How did Zhaodi get into this situation? Wasn’t there anyone else at home?" Wang Xuemei suddenly asked.

Guan Aiju recovered a bit and shook her head.

"No, both Chunhua and Jinbao were not around, and even Daniu is nowhere to be found. People have gone to look for him, we’ll know soon."

Just as she finished speaking, Wang Daniu, who had been informed of the tragedy at home, came running frantically.

"Let everyone make way, let Daniu go in first," someone shouted.

The villagers, being considerate, quickly stepped aside to clear a path.

A few people took the opportunity to follow Daniu’s lead and dashed into the Wang family courtyard.

"Ah..." An acute female scream rang out.

The fear in that scream made it obvious that she was greatly startled.