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The village chief spoke up for the villagers, saying, "They don't need this kind of entertainment."
Zheng Nanle didn't argue.
She had a good impression of the village chief.
Er Ya used to be so hungry that she drank river water. Xie Qingmiao secretly gave her sweet potatoes. If the village chief's family hadn't tacitly approved, where would Xie Qingmiao have gotten extra sweet potatoes?
Also, the newspapers on Er Ya's wall were given to her by Xie Qingmiao.
Xie Qingmiao said that his family had new newspapers, and these old newspapers were useless, so he gave them to Er Ya to paste on the walls.
Where wouldn't they be useful? Even if you dislike old newspapers for being worn out and unsightly for wallpapering, they have other uses, such as starting fires, drying fish, drying wild vegetables, wrapping utensils to cover dust, and so on.
In the countryside, even a dry weed will be used in the most creative way; there's nothing that's not useful.
It's because Er Ya lives in a dilapidated, damp, and drafty outhouse, and we wanted to make her life a little better.
Although the village chief is the village chief, he can't interfere in the villagers' affairs. He can only take care of Zheng Erya, the child of a martyr, through Xie Qingmiao, his granddaughter.
Zheng Nanle felt a little disappointed.
She even planned to have Boss Zheng and Butcher Zhang share a bed when she got home.
A father and son sharing the same man—exciting.
This play was unfortunately canceled, which is both sad and lamentable.
"Alright then," Zheng Nanle reluctantly agreed.
The village chief reminded him, "Don't forget, you're a police officer now. You represent the country, so you need to maintain a good image and serve the people."
The village chief thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a suitable word, so he mumbled, "Don't do anything that tarnishes the public image."
"Yes, yes, I won't do it anymore." Zheng Nanle nodded. "I'm the most upright person I can be. From now on, I'll only speak according to the law."
"That's right, we should take national regulations as the guideline and the law as the standard, so that the people can see how reliable our soldiers are." Halfway through his sentence, the village chief realized that Er Ya was a latecomer to the profession and didn't know many words, so the other party might not have understood what he had just said.
He said dejectedly, "In short, don't take action in private. Don't take action against the people. Even if they are heinous criminals, you can't take vigilante justice."
Zheng Nanle readily agreed, his face resolute and upright, as if he had served in the army for many years.
village head:"……"
After giving Zheng Nanle a warning, the village chief walked away with his hands behind his back.
Lu Guangbai asked, "What does the village chief want with you?"
Zheng Nanle swiftly caught an insect, threw it on the ground, and stomped it to death, saying, "He's concerned about me, telling me to do less and take better care of myself."
Lu Guangbai understood immediately.
Thinking of what Zheng Nanle had done, I couldn't help but turn my face away and chuckle.
If you call her ruthless, her retaliation is harmless and feels somewhat ineffective; if you call her kind, her actions are so despicable that no one wants to encounter her.
Zheng Nanle glanced at him sideways. "Laugh if you want to. I don't think there's anything shameful about it."
Stand up straight.
Lu Guangbai chuckled softly, "Nan Le, how did you come up with this idea?"
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," Zheng Nanle said calmly.
She would retaliate against them however they wanted, but she was too kind and didn't let them actually fight back.
At this point, she became somewhat frustrated, "Why don't you have the medicine for spring?"
That's how she ruined things, being the most unkind she's ever been.
There won't be another chance like this.
She promised the village elder that she would not do it again.
Lu Guangbai touched his nose and remained silent.
Which reputable doctor would prescribe this kind of medicine?
Butcher Zhang's legs were only dislocated. After Dr. Tang set the bones, they were back to normal. However, Zheng Nanle had used too much force, so even after the bones were set, Dr. Tang advised him to rest for a month before moving around again.
To prevent him from moving around and aggravating his injuries, a splint was put on him.
Even if Butcher Zhang wanted to go back, he had no choice but to stay at Zheng's house temporarily. He would be taken to the commune by oxcart the next day, and then take a bus from the commune to the town.
After finishing work that day, Lu Guangbai followed Zheng Nanle to the Zheng family home.
Zheng Nanle stood in the doorway, arms crossed, glancing at him. "Coming to meet the parents?"
Lu Guangbai smiled innocently, "Nanle, we're getting married soon, and we haven't even had a formal visit yet."
"Today is the official visit?" Zheng Nanle raised an eyebrow.
"No." Although Lu Guangbai really wanted to find such an excuse, he couldn't be so hasty when he officially came to his wife's family's home. "I'm just a prospective son-in-law helping out with chores to try and gain the approval of my future in-laws."
Zheng Nanle stepped aside. "Alright, let's go inside and get to work."
Zheng Nanle didn't ask Lu Guangbai what he wanted to do, but she could guess that he wanted to ask Old Lady Zheng for ingredients.
Old Mrs. Zheng actually wanted to curse. She only ate a chicken for lunch, and then she had to eat cured meat and sausages for dinner, plus seafood that her youngest daughter had specially brought back from out of town. How could she possibly live like this?
But remembering her husband's warning and the miserable state of her eldest grandson and Butcher Zhang, she reluctantly took out the key and retrieved the squid and kelp she had been reluctant to eat.
Lu Guangbai cooked the dishes that evening. After all the dishes were served, Old Lady Zheng ran to the kitchen for a look, then clutched her chest and returned to the dining table.
This spendthrift son is just like Er Ya, all he knows is wasting her oil, salt, and seasonings.
It's free!
Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhiqing wouldn't even be qualified to be considered for marriage with Er Ya, let alone marry her.
It's definitely not normal.
"To celebrate Uncle taking charge, let's gather together and start eating." Zheng Nanle bluntly stabbed Zheng Laoda in the heart.
Mr. and Mrs. Zheng hurriedly picked up food, and before putting their chopsticks into their own bowls, they reluctantly picked up a piece for the two elderly people first. Then they kept picking up food and putting it into their own bowls and their son's bowls.
Old Mrs. Zheng couldn't bear to look.
It's like a starving ghost reincarnated, making a fool of itself in front of outsiders.
Her gaze swept over Butcher Zhang, paused, then decided to leave him alone as a guest. Her gaze then swept over Lu Guangbai, a feeling of resentment welling up inside her.
This doesn't count either.
She looked at the table again and saw that half of the good dishes were gone.
Zheng Laosi and his wife, along with Zheng Nanle, were incredibly skilled with chopsticks, not only eating themselves but also serving others.
Despite her heart attack, Grandma Zheng focused intently on picking up food, putting it into her own bowl and into her husband's.
Since I've bled, I need to eat more to make up for the loss.
After finishing their meal quietly, Zheng Laoda's wife and Zheng Laosi's wife went to wash the dishes. Old Zheng tapped his pipe on the table and said, "Eldest son, tomorrow...you go to the brickyard and bring some bricks. Like Er Ya, three rooms."
Zheng Dahu said, "Grandpa, give me money in exchange for the land and the house."
Old Man Zheng is annoyed by his grandson. "It's not your turn to be in charge of the Zheng family yet. Even if the family is divided, your father will still be in charge."
Zheng Dahu's attitude was firm: "My decision is my father's decision."
Old Man Zheng looked at Boss Zheng, "Boss, what's your attitude?"
Although Zheng Laoda was the eldest son, he was always submissive and used to listening to his parents. He couldn't make decisions at all when asked to.
He looked at Old Man Zheng, then at Zheng Dahu, and instinctively wanted to say, "I'll listen to you, Dad." But then Zheng Dahu slowly spoke, "Dad, you need to think carefully about who you'll rely on in the future."
Boss Zheng lowered his head and lowered his voice, "I'll listen to Da Hu."
For the first time, Old Man Zheng felt that raising his son to be too indecisive was not a good idea. He used to dislike his son's disobedience and his lack of opinions, and although he occasionally disliked his son's lack of filial piety and cowardice, he was happy most of the time.
Now, a sense of humiliation seemed to have shifted from Boss Zheng to him, like a fishbone stuck in his throat.
"Alright, as long as you don't regret it." Old Man Zheng got up and went back into the house, and Old Lady Zheng hurriedly followed.
Old Zheng was pondering how much money he would get if the house were converted into cash. He secretly slipped into the kitchen, chased his sister-in-law out, and whispered something to his wife.
Zheng Nanle sat to the side with his arms crossed, watching the farce unfold, a smile playing on his lips.
As for Zheng Dahu, she doesn't even need to lift a finger; he can ruin himself.
She hooked her hand around Lu Guangbai's palm and looked out the door. Lu Guangbai understood and got up. As he passed by Zheng Daya, Zheng Nanle lowered her voice and kindly reminded him, "You either get married as soon as possible, or you can be assigned to your grandparents' house."
Otherwise, Zheng Dahu would most likely sell her to Butcher Zhang.
Daya was startled, and looked at Erya's departing figure with a slightly complicated expression.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Nanle and Lu Guangbai walked side by side. The man was two heads taller than the woman, so their heights were not a perfect match, but the atmosphere between them was incredibly harmonious.
Despite the prevailing social norms, the two did not hold hands. However, it is instinctive for couples to want to be close, and as they walked side by side, the backs of their hands would occasionally touch, or their fingertips would brush against each other's when they were close.
It seems to exist yet not exist, it seems to linger yet remain tender.
This kind of intimacy, like scratching an itch through a boot or kissing through a veil, has a more ambiguous and lingering thrill than direct skin-to-skin contact. The two of them tacitly chase each other with their hands, like the wind entwining the sand or the clouds circling the moon.
Speechless, yet a sweet feeling lingered in my heart.
Reaching a secluded spot, the two exchanged a glance and, without uttering a word, walked behind a large tree into the shadows where the moonlight couldn't reach. As soon as they stepped inside, Zheng Nanle reached out and pushed Lu Guangbai against the tree, pulling his head down and standing on tiptoe to kiss his lips.
Lips and tongues intertwine, chasing and seducing, just like the love between two people, undisguised and unwavering, open and clear.
After expressing their intimacy, Zheng Nanle leaned against Lu Guangbai's chest, listening to his heartbeat, and asked in a low voice, "What lesson did she teach you?"
Zheng Nanle's words seemed abrupt, but Lu Guang clearly understood what the other party was asking. He replied, "It just means that they don't have enough energy, so when they want to scheme against someone, they are powerless to do so."
Zheng Nanle pondered for a moment, then leaned close to Lu Guangbai's ear and whispered, "The legendary palace intrigue expert who weakens people, the palace secret medicine?"
Lu Guangbai didn't deny it, playing with Zheng Nanle's fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you think I'm scary?"
Zheng Nanle put down her tiptoes and chuckled, "How could that be? They deserve it."
Wasn't she crippling Butcher Zhang's leg with the same intention?
He beats his wife, even to the point of killing her, relying on his physique and strength. What if he were crippled?
She was delighted; Lu Guangbai and she were on the same wavelength.
Moreover, Lu Guangbai was a ruthless man who thought she had killed someone and was planning to destroy the evidence for her. She already knew what kind of person he was.
Seemingly kind, but actually ruthless.
She asked insincerely, "Is this the matter? It didn't violate Dr. Lu's medical ethics, did it?"
“No,” Lu Guangbai said. “They are not my patients.”
Zheng Nanle understood again.
They weren't his patients, so he felt no guilt about taking action against them. If they were his patients, his medical ethics would have prevented him from doing anything to them.
That's a very flexible medical ethics.
She liked it even more.
She touched Lu Guangbai's waist, unable to put her hand down.
After a busy week, Zheng Nanle returned to the village and learned that Daya was getting married.
The choice of groom was somewhat unexpected.
It's Xie Jianhua.
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