Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 325 She’s So Tired

Chapter 325: Chapter 325 She’s So Tired

Dale Land, sent to the kitchen by Hazel Fields, sat down with a bowl of plain rice to eat.

She only had plain rice, no dishes, no fragrant braised fish.

She really thought the fish smelled so good.

The fool stood in front of Dale Land, smiling idiotically, muttering some incomprehensible words non-stop.

Dale Land glanced up at the fool, a bit scared, she took her bowl to eat beside the chicken coop outside the kitchen.

With the chickens for company, she was not afraid of the fool.

The fool followed her.

The fool reached out and knocked the rice from Dale Land’s hands, clapping his hands and laughing with glee.

The bowl and rice were both overturned onto the ground.

Seeing the rice overturned, Dale Land, biting her lip in anger, pushed the fool, who then fell and sat on the ground, crying.

Hazel Fields came out of the main house, saw the fool sitting on the ground crying, and Dale Land picking up the rice from the ground.

She strode over and, without a word, repeatedly slapped Dale Land’s face and head.

Dale Land crouched on the ground, protecting her head, her body curled up.

The fool’s father, hearing his son cry, irritably put down his drink and left the main house; if it weren’t for the fact that there was no one else at home, he wouldn’t have brought his son along while drinking.

Seeing Hazel Fields hitting Dale Land, he said nothing, just picked up his son, and shouted loudly, "What are you crying for?"

He did not expect the fool to answer him and carried the fool back to the main house.

Hazel Fields remembered Dale Land was worth a lot of money, so she just hit her a few times.

"Pick up the rice from the ground and eat it, don’t waste it," she said coldly.

Dale Land rubbed her head; she silently picked up the rice off the ground, carefully placing it back into her bowl.

Hazel Fields watched her, snorted, and turned to go back into the house.

Around ten o’clock at night, Jack Munday and his drinking buddies had also drunk enough, and one by one they began to leave.

After they had all left, Dale Land was called to help clean up the bowls on the table, then to take them to wash.

After she finished washing the dishes, she still had to clean the main hall.

From the master bedroom, the sound of Jack Munday snoring after getting drunk could be heard.

Under Hazel Fields’s command, Dale Land busied herself until late before finally finishing all the housework.

Dragging her exhausted body, she returned to her small room, her tiny body collapsing tiredly on that rough mat.

She was so tired.

Yawning, Hazel Fields entered the storage room, switched on the dim light, and using a rope, re-tied Dale Land’s ankles.

After securing the rope, she left the storage room, turned off the light, and the room was plunged into darkness instantly.

Dale Land curled up under the covers, sucking on her finger, like a baby, as if it was only through this act that she felt safe.

**

At the crack of dawn, when the roosters in the village crowed.

Jackson Munday slung his schoolbag over his shoulders with reluctance, grumbling with dissatisfaction as he slowly walked out the door.

Dale Land, released by Hazel Fields, started her day’s work washing clothes by the well.

In the courtyard of the village chief’s house, Joseph Wilson and his brothers had already risen early and eaten a simple breakfast.

Their task today was to ask the village head to take them to see the mountainous land in the village.

Accompanied by the village head, the two of them left the courtyard and walked along the village path towards the mountains outside the village.

Joseph Wilson said with a smile, "I heard that the village children have to walk to other villages to go to school?"

The village head nodded and let out a sigh, "Yes, our village doesn’t have a school. The kids have to walk an hour each day to the neighboring village to get to school. It’s indeed a tough situation."

Joseph Wilson asked thoughtfully, "How many children are there approximately in the village? Are there any plans to build a school?"

The village head shook his head helplessly, "We’ve considered building a primary school for the younger grades, but the village’s economic situation is limited. There are many things we wish to do but are powerless to accomplish, and there are only about thirty children in our village."

Joseph Wilson laughed, "To be honest, we know a business owner who has always been involved in charity work. He has been engaged in charitable activities and might be willing to fund the construction of a school to facilitate the education of village children."

The village head’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, "If that can really happen, it would be wonderful! Our village children would not have to walk such a long distance to school every day, and they could also have a better learning environment."

When Joseph Wilson mentioned the establishment of a school, it was true. James Thompson had told them that while they were visiting the rural areas, they could also look into ways to help the children.

Joseph Wilson said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, we’re planning to buy some gifts for the village children. Please gather all the children to receive them. Village head, would that be convenient for you?"

The village head smiled upon hearing Joseph Wilson’s words, "You two are really kind-hearted. The children will definitely be thrilled. I will notify the parents in the village tomorrow to bring their children over."

Joseph Wilson nodded, "Alright, it’s settled then."

The village head agreed and they continued their visit to the mountainous land.

After returning to the village at noon, the village head happily went to inform the villagers to have their children come to receive gifts at nine in the morning the next day.

"Jack Munday, are you home?"

"Yes, Uncle, what’s up?" Jack Munday stretched and walked out of the main house.

With a smile on his face, the village head entered the courtyard, "Tell your children to come over to my place to receive gifts tomorrow. Two businessmen from Grace City want to give gifts to the children."

Jack Munday was taken aback and muttered, "Rich people are really foolish," he then loudly said, "Uncle, I will have Jackson come over tomorrow."

The village head nodded; he still had to notify the next household. As he was about to leave the courtyard, he suddenly remembered that the married couple, Jack and his wife, had also taken in a little girl.

He turned back and called out, "Jack Munday, let the little girl come get a gift too."

Jack Munday did not respond to the matter of the girl, and after the village head said this, he went on to notify the next household.

Hazel Fields was nibbling on pumpkin seeds and looked towards Jack Munday, who was walking back to the main house, "Master of the house, are you really going to let that ugly girl go receive gifts tomorrow?"

Scratching his belly, Jack Munday glared at her, "Are you stupid? Of course, we can’t let her go; we can’t let her leave the house."

Hazel Fields brought up another matter, "Now that we have money, shouldn’t we send Jackson to school in town? The conditions in the village are not good."

Jack Munday himself longed to enjoy life in town but then thought of Dale Land.

Seeing the look of consideration on Jack’s face, Hazel Fields felt there was a chance.

She quickly suggested, "Once we’re in town, we can keep the ugly girl locked up at home; nobody will know about her. When she’s almost eighteen, we can come back to the village and wait for that man. Master, do you really want to wait in this village for that man for thirteen years?"

Hearing what Hazel Fields said, Jack Munday felt somewhat swayed.

He didn’t want to languish in this poor village for a decade or more.

Thinking about the better living conditions in town, he hesitated for a while but finally nodded, "I’ll go to town to look at houses tomorrow; let’s buy a house first!"

Hazel Fields was overjoyed; their family could finally leave this impoverished place!

"I’ll go to town with you tomorrow!"

"No, you stay home and watch the ugly girl."

Jack Munday was firm, and his fists were hard. Although Hazel Fields was unhappy that she couldn’t personally go look at houses, she didn’t want to get hit, so she didn’t object.