Chapter 41: A Narrow Escape

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: A Narrow Escape

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“Uncle, when will you dig the poop?” Tang Yuxin asked, wrinkling her little nose.

And Tang Zhijun was left somewhere between wanting to laugh and cry.

“Well, I’ll dig it when you fall asleep, and then I’ll get you some sweet milk candies,” he replied.

Tang Yuxin grabbed Tang Zhijun’s clothing. Fine, she wouldn’t sleep then. She intended to keep an eye on her second uncle. In her last life, she didn’t stop anything. But in this life, she was determined to save Zhijun’s life.

Tang Zhijun picked up the shovel, ready to start digging the manure. It was best to get these things done early, since there was nothing to do in the fields at the moment. Not long after he left, Tang Yuxin clambered out of bed, carelessly put on her shoes, and ran out after him.

“Second Uncle, you stink.”

Tang Zhijun knew she would complain. “Yes, Second Uncle knows he stinks. I’ll go home, take a bath, and smell wonderful.”

However, before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden splash from behind him. As he turned around, he was completely stunned and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Tang Zhinian dusted off the stool he was working on. The stools he made were sturdy, and he was good at conserving materials. This allowed him to take on side jobs as a carpenter in other villages whenever he had free time, pulling in some extra money. Without this additional income, he wouldn’t be able to indulge his daughter based solely on their farm’s income. Although he was a man from the countryside, he made sure his daughter was always clean and wore the nicest clothes, much like a city child.

Now that he had hope for a better life, he was determined to save more money. He wanted his daughter to wear the prettiest clothes, eat the tastiest food, aspire to go to high school, and eventually college.

It was his failure as a husband that he couldn’t keep his wife around. Therefore, he tried to compensate his daughter in other ways.

He blew the dust off the stool again, then examined it from top to bottom, looking for any rough edges.

“Zhinian, Brother Zhinian...” Suddenly, one of the villagers ran up, panting heavily. He pointed in a certain direction, but was too breathless to speak.