Chapter Six: The First Deal Is About to Fall Through

Is our hard-won first order going to fall through like this?

Su Zhen was really troubled; the comments in her mind started arguing again.

What is the female lead doing? Wasn't she supposed to be searching for the murderer to help the wronged souls find peace? Why is she chatting like this?

That cousin of mine is clearly not a good person; he must have killed him. Arrest him and that's it.

When Hensheng returned from chopping wood, he saw Su Zhenzhen rubbing her head again, so he quickly put down the firewood on his back and went over to her.

"God... Zhen... Zhenzhen, are you sick? Why don't we borrow some money from your sister-in-law's family and go to town to see a doctor?"

Su Zhenzhen could sense that Hensheng's worry was genuine, and she slowed down her head-rubbing motion. It seemed that as long as this man got close to her, the comments on the screen would fade away.

Therefore, it's best to be of one mind.

"I'm fine. Are you tired from chopping wood?" Su Zhenzhen asked softly, looking at Hensheng with concern.

The two of them acted just like a newlywed couple.

Hensheng's ears turned red, and he scratched his head helplessly, his voice barely audible, "Not tired, not tired."

Chunzhi suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "Oh my, these newlyweds are so sweet, their eyes are practically dripping with tears. Unlike my husband, who has become my boss all the time."

Hensheng looked at Chunzhi shyly, "Sister-in-law, could you please do me a favor?"

Chunzhi stepped forward and approached Hensheng, circling him as she spoke, "Come on, tell me, is there anything your sister-in-law can help you with?"

Hensheng didn't dare to look directly at her. "Zhenzhen isn't feeling well, and I want to take her to see a doctor, so..."

Chunzhi's face immediately turned cold. "Oh, you want to borrow money?"

Hensheng forced out the words as if they were being squeezed from his throat, "Yes, I will definitely repay my sister-in-law."

"Pay back? What are you going to pay back? You haven't even done any work and you're already thinking about getting paid." Chunzhi rolled her eyes rudely, but still rummaged through her pocket for her money bag.

As expected, Chunzhi was in charge of the household.

Su Zhenzhen quickly stopped her, "Hensheng is making a fuss over nothing. What farmer doesn't just tough it out when they have a headache or fever? Besides, I'm probably just tired from traveling yesterday, it's nothing serious."

Chunzhi's complexion improved slightly. "If you're tired, just rest. There's only so much work to do at home. Let Hensheng bring lunch."

"Yes, yes, yes." Su Zhenzhen readily agreed. "Sister-in-law, a man just came to the house. He looked rather ill-intentioned. My brother isn't home... and he went to the kitchen with my aunt. Is he some kind of relative?"

Chunzhi's expression changed. She told Su Zhenzhen to rest well and then went to the kitchen.

"Zhenzhen, why don't you take a nap? Although you... you still need to sleep, don't you?"

Hensheng wanted to say that even gods need to rest.

Su Zhenzhen looked outside and asked, "Where's your dad?"

"Dad is still chopping firewood on the mountain."

Su Zhenzhen looked puzzled. "Didn't you see your father's hand is injured?"

"Huh?" Hensheng really didn't notice.

That's true. Old Man Bai's wound wasn't deep, and the bandages Su Zhenzhen used to bandage him were high-tech, so they wouldn't come loose no matter how he moved. He intentionally covered it with his sleeve, so no outsiders would notice.

chaos!

Chaos!

Su Zhenzhen returned to the east room and lay down. She had been in this world for less than 24 hours, and everything seemed strange.

First, a group of villagers, bewitched by the Taoist master, demanded that Old Man Bai hand over General Huo's remains and even offered to use the blood of their close relatives to ward off evil spirits.

But why must it be an old man in white?

Was it simply because he searched for General Huo's body for three days and three nights?

Then there's Hensheng, a frail man who was sick from birth and never left his house. Why was he able to calmly run back to report when he saw the headless corpse?

Why did Xu Hua say that his mother was biased? The old lady didn't seem to like this nephew very much.

Even if we take a step back and assume that Chunzhi is the head of the household, would Chunzhi agree to give the family property to her nephew?

There are also some small details...

Su Zhenzhen's head ached more and more as she thought about it, while the barrage of comments in her mind kept spewing insults.

Hensheng stood by the bedside, so anxious that he didn't know what to do with his hands.

"Zhenzhen, are you really alright? Otherwise, you should borrow money from your sister-in-law to see a doctor."

Su Zhenzhen grabbed Hensheng's hand, and sure enough, the comments on the screen quieted down a bit.

Hen Sheng's hand was suddenly grabbed, and her face flushed red instantly.

After recovering, Su Zhenzhen looked at the excessively handsome man in front of her.

Good-looking, youthful, contradictory.

These three words are enough to encompass everything.

The summer sun was strong, the windows were wide open, and golden light filled most of the room.

There was a faint, shimmering light on Hensheng's clothes.

Su Zhenzhen reached out and twirled it; there was gold thread embedded inside. Moreover, there was an inner lining sewn into Hensheng's clothes.

This outfit looks like ordinary coarse cloth, but it is actually made of fine cotton that has been deliberately aged. You can't tell unless you look closely.

Su Zhenzhen counted all the people she had met. Only Xu Hua and Old Madam Xu wore cotton clothes, and even Chunzhi wore coarse cloth clothes.

"I'm fine, I just need to lie down for a while, don't move."

Hensheng was held by Su Zhenzhen's hand the whole time. He gradually calmed down from the initial tension. Only when he saw that Su Zhenzhen had her eyes closed did he dare to look at her without restraint.

For twenty years he had been confined to a small space. This was the first woman he had ever met, and the first person he had been close to besides his father.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't curious. This woman conjured up a pill out of thin air, which would allow him to escape his twenty-year ordeal and stand in the sun like a normal person.

It can also make things disappear and seek justice for those who died unjustly.

He didn't believe in any gods or underworld messengers. If there really were gods in this world, why did they allow the great edifice to collapse and the people to suffer?

Before Su Zhenzhen opened her eyes, Hensheng skillfully averted his gaze.

Lunch was brought over from the kitchen by Hensheng. Old Man Bai also came back from chopping wood and chatted with Old Mrs. Xu for a while.

Old Man Bai felt that Su Zhenzhen kept staring at him during the meal, so he couldn't help but ask, "Is there something on my face?"

Su Zhenzhen shook her head. "I'm a little curious about how you met Grandma Xu, and what she meant by you helping her?"

Old Man Bai remained silent.

Su Zhenzhen didn't press the matter and went straight to eating.

Lunch was still white rice, and the side dish was a plate of green beans.

It might seem a bit meager for the 906th century, but it's like celebrating the New Year these days.

When Old Man Bai saw that Su Zhenzhen didn't press him, he panicked. He was an honest man who had spent his whole life working the land, and he believed in the gods. How could he dare to hide anything from the gods?

"It's just that... it's just that when Old Madam Xu came here back then, she was different from us common folk. How should I put it? Like the ladies of wealthy families, her clothes were different too. Some hooligans had bad intentions, and I just used General Huo's name to scare them."

Su Zhenzhen did not respond, as if she had just asked casually.

Old Man Bai panicked and, disregarding Su Zhenzhen's instructions, cried out, "Immortal, I'm not lying to you, it's true!"

Su Zhenzhen was focused on eating her rice. "Alright, let's eat first."

Seeing this, Old Man Bai had no choice but to pick up his bowl and chopsticks.

In the afternoon, Old Man Bai and Hensheng went up the mountain to chop firewood as usual, leaving Su Zhenzhen with some free time.

The Xu family really didn't have much work to do. Xu Hua earned money outside, so it's no exaggeration to say that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could just stay at home and enjoy their retirement.

Who says only the poor are fleeing? If Old Mrs. Xu was a lady from a wealthy family who fled here, then many things would make sense.

Every meal must be made of white rice, clothes must be made of cotton, and one must sleep until 7 AM.

Su Zhenzhen had a plan in mind: since the water was calm and still, she might as well throw a pebble in.