"You...you...rat, ugh..."
Mrs. Zhuang couldn't take it anymore and gagged a few more times; the scene was truly shocking.
Lu Fangfang: "..."
Hearing the sound of Zhuang's mother vomiting, she felt speechless.
She put down the dagger, picked up all the cut strips of meat, and stood up.
In the courtyard, the mud bricks were still covered with tarpaulins. She laid out strips of meat on the tarpaulins, intending to let them dry there.
Turning around, she looked at Zhuang's mother and said helplessly, "This isn't a rat, it's a pika. It's a close relative of rabbits and eats wildflowers and weeds. It's much cleaner than the rats in the capital. Don't vomit."
"No, I won't eat this."
Zhuang's mother waved her hand, not daring to look in their direction.
"Comrade Zhou, can you please stop being so presumptuous? This is my Xiaohua's food, not for you."
"Meow~"
Hearing Lu Fangfang call her name, Xiaohua, lying on the mound of yellow earth, responded with a call.
Mrs. Zhuang felt a little better, but she still couldn't bear to look at the remains of the pikas and rabbits on the ground.
"The rat...you...you get it away, get it away."
Lu Fangfang rolled her eyes, never expecting that in this day and age, there would still be people who were afraid of mice.
Glancing at the ground, hmm...
It was indeed not a good situation. She took the shovel, scooped up the remaining pikas, and strode out.
In the small vegetable garden in front of the yard, the chives she had planted before had already sprouted thin seedlings.
Several tender shoots have also sprouted from the hawthorn seeds planted nearby, but she doesn't know if they are hawthorn saplings.
In her small vegetable garden, she dug a deep pit and threw the pika into it, intending to use it as fertilizer.
She shoveled some burnt charcoal ash from the yard and buried it on top, then shoveled on some soil and stomped on it hard.
Back in the courtyard, Mrs. Zhuang clutched her chest, leaning against the wall, still feeling somewhat unwell.
Lu Fangfang glanced at it but ignored Zhuang's mother.
She went inside and scooped up some water, then thoroughly rinsed the dagger and washed her hands as well.
She found a piece of rope, tied the rabbit to the wall, and then, taking a dagger, began to skin the rabbit, starting from its mouth.
"Sizzle..."
The military dagger was very sharp. She slowly cut off the rabbit skin, revealing the plump rabbit meat inside.
She reached out and pinched one, a smile spreading across her face. Rabbits that don't like to exercise must taste delicious.
Beside her, Zhuang's mother rested for a while and finally felt a little better.
She slowly turned around, intending to talk to Lu Fangfang, when she saw this scene.
"Hmm!"
Mrs. Zhuang covered her mouth, turned around, and quickly ran back into the house.
Leaning against the door, she felt nauseous again.
Turning around, she looked out the window and saw Lu Fangfang scraping back and forth on the rabbit skin with a dagger.
"This...this..."
"It's not appropriate, it's not appropriate, it's really not appropriate, we can't let her in."
Mrs. Zhuang shook her head. The daughter-in-law she preferred was someone who would read books, not someone like this.
"Comrade Zhou, could you please check the porridge in the aluminum pot for me?"
Mrs. Zhuang took a deep breath and replied loudly, "I understand."
"Little Flower, come here."
In the courtyard, Lu Fangfang waved to Xiaohua.
"Meow~"
Xiao Hua shook the dirt off her clothes and walked over.
Lu Fangfang scraped some scraps of meat and grease off the rabbit skin, wiped them off her dagger, and placed them in front of the little snow leopard.
Little Flower sniffed the air, then lowered her head and began to eat.
After scraping the rabbit skin clean, Lu Fangfang rubbed it with wood ash for a while, then hung it on the south wall to air dry.
She also placed the small fish she caught in the enamel basin that morning onto the tarpaulin.
This was meant as a snack for Xiaohua, but she didn't bother to clean it up.
After she finished her work, Zhuang's mother's voice rang out from inside the house.
She washed her hands and quickly went into the house.
During the meal, Lu Fangfang noticed that Mrs. Zhuang was much more polite to her. Although she still had a cold face, her attitude was not as bad as before.
She felt a little strange, but thinking about Zhuang's mother's behavior just now, she vaguely understood.
"Comrade Lu, what have you thought about it? Beijing is a thousand times, ten thousand times more prosperous than here, and Mingcheng doesn't love you. He only chose to marry you because he listened to his grandfather. There is no affection between you."
“This is not the old society anymore. We don’t care about arranged marriages anymore. Comrade Lu, you also have the right to pursue love.”
"Chirp chirp~"
Mrs. Zhuang glanced down at the quail under the table and kicked it aside with her foot in disgust.
She took a deep breath and said with some emotion, "A marriage without love is a prison; it won't last!"
Lu Fangfang shook her head, took a bite of rice, and then said in a rustic voice, "I don't understand what you're saying. What love or anything like that? I'll just make do. I've decided on him."
Zhuang’s mother: “…”
Playing the lute to a cow! Playing the lute to a cow!! It's practically like trying to woo a cow!!!
"I can marry first and fall in love later. Love can be cultivated and accumulated. Besides, how do you know there's no love between us?"
Lu Fangfang looked up at Zhuang's mother and saw her constipated expression, which made her want to laugh.
"I love Mingcheng, and Mingcheng loves me too, Comrade Zhou. We are clearly in love, so please stop causing trouble."
As she spoke, she picked up a grain of rice and threw it on the ground, whereupon the surrounding quails immediately began to scramble for it.
"Chirp chirp~"
"Chirp chirp~"
Mrs. Zhuang was furious. She slammed down her chopsticks and demanded, "That's utter nonsense! What do you know about love?"
Lu Fangfang glanced at it and also became serious.
Setting down her bowl, she paused for a moment, then spoke with deep emotion:
"Love...love is a lamp, illuminating the path forward in the darkness; love is a poem, warming the yearning heart in the cold; love is the summer breeze, the winter sun, the spring rain, the autumn fruit, love is..."
"Love is the life we weave together with our hearts; love is the unchanging promise between you and me..."
In the end, Lu Fangfang even sang a cappella.
She glanced at her arm and got goosebumps.
With poems and songs, she wanted to see if Zhuangzi's mother still dared to say she didn't understand love.
Zhuang’s mother: “…”
"I have nothing to talk to you about!"
Mrs. Zhuang stood up abruptly, turned around, and walked out.
No, she can't stay any longer, she'll be driven crazy.
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