The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man
Chapter 1211 - Chapter 1211 1211 The corpse in the well 1

Chapter 1211: 1211 The corpse in the well 1 Chapter 1211: 1211 The corpse in the well 1 “Who’s playing ghost tricks!” Xiao Yuchuan shouted.

All around him was deathly still.

The dusky twilight accentuated the desolation in the yard, where a bald, shining tree swayed in the morning chill, surrounded by rotting weeds blanketed in snow.

After a thorough search, he indeed found no one.

The morning sun brightened the sky, and daylight prevailed.

The desolate courtyard was completely silent.

Not a ghost in sight.

That eerie ghostly voice seemed to disappear with the arrival of full daylight.

Xiao Yuchuan pondered for a moment, then locked the courtyard door and went to check on the four newly acquired houses in the same row along the courtyard’s edge.

Two were dilapidated houses long unoccupied due to their haunting reputation, and the other two had been vacated by their owners who moved out only after he bought them.

Of course, living in a house that had been previously inhabited would have been better than staying in this abandoned courtyard.

But his wife wanted to catch the ghost.

Moreover, there was a functioning well in the haunted house, whereas the two houses that had been inhabited before didn’t have wells, and one had to fetch water from a distant mountain well.

His wife found it inconvenient to use water.

Therefore, they chose to stay in the haunted house so they could also catch the ghost along the way.

At noon, Su Qingyue entered the haunted house and reached the side courtyard, only to see Xiao Yuchuan using a newly purchased hoe to shovel the rotten weeds.

Seeing her, Yuchuan wiped the sweat from his brow and greeted her with a radiant smile, “Wife, you’re here.

Have you had lunch?”

Watching him laboring and sweating profusely on such a cold day, Su Qingyue couldn’t help feeling distressed, “Not yet, third brother, why don’t you take a break?”

“Sure!” He put down the hoe, walked over to her, and tried to pinch her tender and extremely beautiful face.

His hands were covered in mud, and fearing he would dirty her face, he instead leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Qingyue gave him a glaring look, “Stop always using your mouth.”

His mouth had, after all, virtually kissed her entire body every night.

He had not spared even her most private parts.

He chuckled, “Seeing my wife makes me want to bite you to death!”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Hate me enough to want to bite me to death, is that how much you love me?”

“I love you so much I want to grind you into my bones.

To carry you with me every day.”

Her heart melted at his words, and she entered one of the rooms with an open door in the side room.

The room had been cleaned up, with a basin of dirty water on the floor that had yet to be thrown out.

The room’s floor and the old tables and chairs had been wiped clean.

A few new chairs had been added, and just a short walk next door was a separate and run-down kitchen, which had also been tidily arranged.

That kitchen belonged to this courtyard, and this courtyard was the servants’ quarters.

In a wealthy family, it is usually customary for the owner not to share a kitchen with the servants.

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“Third brother has done quite a lot of work this morning, getting the rooms ready for living,” Su Qingyue said with a trace of admiration in her eyes.

Third brother was hardworking, it was just that sometimes his words were irritating.

She stretched out her hand and took his mud-stained palm, “You’ve been cleaning by yourself non-stop all morning, haven’t you?”

He pulled his hand away, “Wife, my hands are all muddy, I’ll dirty yours.”

Sure enough, her fair hand now bore a few muddy fingerprints, “It’s okay.”

“I’ll go heat some water for you to wash your hands,” he said and headed towards the kitchen.

“I can wash with cold water,” she replied.

“No, the weather is too cold, washing hands with cold water can cause frostbite,” he said as he entered the kitchen.

The original iron pot inside was still usable; he had scraped off the rust that morning, cleaned it, and kept it ready for use.

In the courtyard were heaps of dry grass and dead tree branches he had cut and piled at the kitchen doorway, prepared for burning as firewood.