Human nature is the most unpredictable thing in the world. Before something happens to you, no one can predict how you will react in the next second.

Like Feng Qingzi.

He was attached to Lao Wu's body and was still trying to integrate with this body. During this period, not only could he not use his skills, but he was also restricted by the body, just like Jian Ning when he first came here. He was in a mess even with a simple somersault.

He had to complete the fusion as quickly as possible, otherwise, when Lu bumped him away with her shoulder, Lu and Xing'er would have turned into two corpses, one big and one small. How could he let her nag for so long?

But when he took a step forward with a sullen face, ready to kill the country woman who had bumped into him, he heard her muttering about taking Xing'er to beg for food. These words were like a bolt of lightning that split his skull, instantly reminding him of his miserable childhood.

It's said that natural disasters are common before a change of power. Feng Qingzi was born during a period of great turmoil. The five kingdoms were at war with each other, and the people were displaced and suffering. When Feng Qingzi was two years old, his father got into a fight with the conscription soldiers. Under the noses of Feng Qingzi and his mother, his father was beaten to death!

Good fortune never comes alone, nor does misfortune. Shortly after his father's death, his hometown was struck by a locust plague, and his mother carried him on her back to beg for food. However, the world was not at peace, and the local people were living in dire straits wherever they went. To keep him alive, his mother secretly cut off her own flesh to feed him, and eventually died from excessive bleeding and infection in the wound.

Mrs. Lu never dreamed that her unintentional complaint would save herself and her little daughter. She glanced at Feng Qingzi with dissatisfaction, then turned to see Xing'er wiping her eyes and reaching out to pull her clothes, then she opened her arms and hugged Xing'er sideways.

In fact, she had no milk left a long time ago, but Xing'er didn't really want to drink it. She just hadn't gotten over her milk addiction and always had to take a few sips before going to bed.

Feng Qingzi has lived to an old age but has never been close to a woman. He is still a virgin. But for some reason, he suddenly felt an impulse and a heat in his nose. As if possessed by a ghost, he walked towards Lu.

"What are you doing?" Lu glanced at him.

Without saying a word, he pulled Xing'er over and threw her into the bed like a rag, then pounced on Lu.

"You bastard! You scared the kid." Lu felt weak all over when he pounced on her. She glanced at Xing'er and saw that her little mouth was twitching and her eyes were about to close. She quickly reached out and patted her gently a few times.

"What are you doing in broad daylight?" Lu pushed him away. "It's always like this. As long as I'm in the mood, I don't care about day or night..."

Feng Qingzi, who was a "groom" for the first time in his life, had no time to talk to anyone. In his eyes, the plain-looking Lu was full of charm in every frown and smile. He couldn't help himself and started to rub her all over.

"Why are you so impatient?" Mrs. Lu slapped him on the shoulder. "I didn't see you so anxious last night, but now you are."

Lu was happy in her heart. Last night, Lao Wu had something on his mind and had no interest at all. She thought he was thinking about Jian, and after being released from prison for ten days, he could actually endure a night without touching her.

The two of them were making love and doing fitness exercises in the room. Mrs. Lu had long forgotten about the half-washed sheets in the yard. She only felt that her man was more excited than ever before, and he kept pestering her for sex again and again.

Feng Qingzi was getting better and better at playing, and Lao Wu, who was trapped in the box by him, felt like he was living in hell. He was just an ordinary farmer, and how could he withstand the tight steel wire of the soul-binding rope? Even when he was in excruciating pain, he could hear Lu's joyful moans in his ears, and he had no idea what was going on.

In the main courtyard, Meng came out to use the toilet and saw that the sheets had not been hung out to dry in the yard. After coming out of the toilet, she walked towards the side yard and saw the wooden basin with the sheets soaked next to the well. She shouted a few times, but there was no response from Lu.

She walked towards the fifth room while cursing. Before she got close, she heard some noise inside. She was so angry that she was about to start cursing when Old Ding came back in a hurry, holding his stomach with his hands.

"Dad, what happened to you? Why are you covered in mud?"

Hearing Liu asking about Old Ding, Meng thought he had just fallen accidentally. If she didn't go and take care of him, Old Ding would definitely cause trouble for her again.

She spat fiercely at Lao Wu's window, "I'll expose the skin of you slut in a minute!"

After saying this, she put one hand on her waist which had not yet fully recovered and hurried to the main courtyard.

Old Ding had just returned from the fields, and while everyone was busy building greenhouses, he was making sarcastic remarks and was besieged by the villagers. Another villager said his family hadn't participated in the hybrid grain trial, yet the whole family had the audacity to go to the ancestral hall and eat and drink for free, not even worrying about getting diarrhea or malaria.

Originally, Old Dingtou felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach when he woke up early. When someone told him about it, his stomach started to hurt a little. He was worried that he would have diarrhea, so he turned around in a hurry and accidentally stepped on empty air and fell off the ridge of the field.

It would have been fine if no one helped him, but everyone laughed at him and laughed at him. Now he went to the toilet, held his stomach and cursed the villagers fiercely in his heart. He was hoping that these people would not be able to grow food after the New Year, and would starve to death, just to see if these people were still poor!

In the side courtyard, Feng Qingzi finally calmed down. He got off Lu, ate everything, and walked away without saying a word.

"Where are you going? It's time for lunch soon." Mrs. Lu asked in the room.

Feng Qingzi ignored her. After the incident, he felt a little regretful. He regretted having slept with a country woman. He was also anxious to find a good-looking man. He looked down on Lao Wu's appearance, which looked like a stupid country boy.

"You're so short-lived. If you answer a question, your mouth will rot!" Lu tidied her clothes and got out of bed. She saw the black box on the bed. She wiped the urine stain on it with the bed sheet, took it in her hand and looked at it. She shook it, but it couldn't be opened. It was just a useless piece of black wood. She took it out and threw it into the firewood pile in the corner of the yard, intending to burn it as firewood when cooking.

Feng Qingzi left the side yard and thought of the black box. A rare good thought came to his mind, which was to sleep with the man's wife and return the body to her when he found the next buyer, so that she would not become a widow.

"Why are you back again?" Mrs. Lu looked up at him while sitting in front of the wooden basin, pinching her nose and blowing away her snot. Feng Qingzi was immediately disgusted and turned around and left without saying a word.

Seeing him come back silently and then leave without a word, Mrs. Lu thought Old Five was acting strangely today. She turned her head and spat on the ground, cursing, "I'm afraid a ghost is touching your head!"

Feng Qingzi came out, looked at the sun, identified the direction, and strode towards the town. When he was about to reach the intersection ahead, the Taifu and his group who had just returned from the fields were talking and laughing and happened to pass by the intersection. If he hadn't gone back to the yard for a walk, he would have run into them.