Feng Zhu's hands were tightly bound at the wrists with rope, leaving faint red marks.

She clumsily held up the matchbox with both hands, and because she couldn't separate her hands flexibly, she could only hold the matchbox between her palms.

Next, she used her bound hands to clamp a match together, adjusted the angle, and aligned the match head with the friction surface of the matchbox.

With a slight "sizzle," the match head finally lit.

Feng Zhu aimed the match head at the easily flammable clothing, and in an instant, flames shot up.

The fire spread rapidly, and Feng Zhu quickly moved to the side to avoid being burned. Thick smoke billowed up, filling the entire room.

She stared wide-eyed at the rising flames, inwardly laughing.

The sleeping old man, Niu Er, was instantly awakened by the fire. "What's going on? How did it catch fire?"

He watched all this in fear, then quickly stood up and tried to open the door and run out.

However, because the room had accumulated too much clutter over the years, and the fire was too big, it had already reached the doorway.

He tried to rush over, open the door, and run out, but he couldn't. Niu Er desperately cried for help while searching for a way to escape.

Feng Zhu stood coldly in the corner watching him, haha... die together, all of us die.

When Niu Er saw Feng Zhu's indifferent gaze, he seemed to understand something.

He cursed viciously, "You crazy woman, if you want to die, get the hell away from me! How dare you set fire to try and kill me!" Feng Zhu just sneered and didn't reply.

By this time, the fire was about to engulf the entire house, and Niu Er was forced to the window.

He gritted his teeth and considered jumping out of the window, but outside was a sea of ​​fire.

Just as Niu Er was about to be overcome by the thick smoke, he suddenly heard the sounds of villagers putting out the fire outside.

Feng Zhu was shocked. She didn't want anyone to come and rescue them at all; she just wanted to take this old man with her and perish in the fire.

So she used her bound feet to jump up with great force, and jumped all the way to Niu Er's side.

With all his might, he rammed him deeper into the sea of ​​fire. Niu Er screamed in agony as he was completely engulfed by the flames.

Finally, Feng Zhu burst into laughter, and she was completely engulfed by the fire.

Several hours later, the fire was gradually extinguished thanks to the villagers' efforts.

The villagers gathered in front of the ruins of their house, their faces somber.

"Was Niu Er burned to death?" one of the villagers asked.

"Hey, aren't there two burned corpses over there?" the sharp-eyed aunt asked.

"Yes, it seems there are two bodies." Everyone agreed.

"Village chief, what should we do? Should we call the police?"

"No need. Niu Er had no relatives or friends. He accidentally set himself on fire and burned to death. Who can he blame?"

"Everyone, please help carry their bodies up the mountain and bury them. Go get the cart now," the village chief ordered.

"Okay, let's go now."

Seeing this, the other villagers quickly followed the village chief's instructions and got to work.

"Disperse, disperse, go home and eat, it's getting dark." The village chief dismissed the villagers.

The bald and charred bodies of Feng Zhu and Niu Er were taken to the mountain and buried by the people of Niujia Village.

From then on, no one named Feng Zhu lived in this world anymore.

When Feng Jian carried Pang Xiaohui home, he quickly pulled Feng's mother aside.

He whispered, "Mom, now that Xiaohui's household registration is with our family, can we marry her off?"

She eats and drinks at our house for free every day, yet she still complains about this and that, and she's always yelling and screaming. I can't take it anymore.

After thinking about it, Feng's mother decided to listen to her son's opinion and marry Pang Xiaohui off.

"Son, but who should we marry her off to? I haven't found her a good husband yet."

“Mom, I went to see Director Liu of the Revolutionary Committee yesterday. He doesn’t have a wife. His wife died of illness last year. She was only forty years old and very promising.”

Marrying her off to him will guarantee her a comfortable life; she'll be getting a great deal. Besides, the director promised me.

"If I marry my niece to him, he'll find me a job at the meat processing plant. What a bargain!" Feng Jian said excitedly.

"Okay, let's send her there as soon as possible. You go to your wife's parents' house and bring her back."

"It's all Xiaohui's fault, she drove your wife away." Mrs. Feng said angrily.

"Why don't we send it over now, so we don't delay and something goes wrong? I know where Director Liu's home is," Feng Jian suggested.

"Okay, while it's dark and no one can see, hurry up and carry her over there."

"Okay." Feng Jianli immediately rushed into the room, picked up Pang Xiaohui, and walked towards the door.

"Uncle, where are you taking me?" Pang Xiaohui asked curiously.

"I'll take you to a great place; you'll see when we get there."

Feng Jian carried Pang Xiaohui on his back, winding through several alleys, until they finally arrived at a small house.

He put Pang Xiaohui down and knocked hard on the door.

Then, a fat, middle-aged man opened the door and looked at Pang Xiaohui in front of him.

With his eyes shining, he said, "Oh my, Brother Feng, you've brought her here so early! Quickly, carry her in."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jian immediately picked up Pang Xiaohui and rushed inside.

Pang Xiaohui looked at the fat old man in front of her, who was staring at her with lecherous eyes. She cried out in fear, "Uncle, why did you bring me here? Take me back!"

"Don't shout. From now on, this is your home. The director is your man, and you are his wife."

"Um, Director Liu, what about what you promised me?" Feng Jian asked in a humble voice.

"What I promised you won't go away. Just go and report for duty tomorrow and give me your name."

The person has been delivered; you can go back now.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

"Remember to close the door for me."

"Okay, Director Liu." Feng Jian happily closed the door and left, humming a song.

"Wife, don't be afraid. I don't have a wife yet. You will be my wife from now on."

Marry me and you'll live a life of luxury, you know?

Come on, let's go to the room and consummate our marriage.

"Hahaha..." said the fat, big-eared Director Liu in a lewd manner.

"No, help me, Mom, help me! You're so ugly, old and fat, let me go right now!"

"Otherwise, I'll call my brother Zhe and have you shot." Pang Xiaohui said fearfully.

"You're so shameless! I want to consummate our marriage right now. After that, give me a son, and I'll treat you well."

Director Liu slapped Pang Xiaohui and carried her into the room.

"Ugly man, no, you look like a pig, get off me!" Pang Xiaohui struggled violently, trying to get off Director Liu.

"Hmph, I'm determined to have this son. As long as you give me a son, you'll be guaranteed wealth and honor in the future."

"A daughter is fine too, as long as a son is born, there will be a reward."

After saying that, the two of them started rolling around on the bed together.