If you walk south from the entrance of Shanghe Village, you will enter the territory of Xiahe Village.
On both sides of the not-so-wide riverbank, there are two rows of willow trees. Now it is the end of March, and the soft willow branches have already sprouted green buds. When the mountain wind blows, they look like wisps of wispy green smoke, and the willow catkins fly up, adding a touch of mystery.
Su Hua, however, had no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
Instead, he stared blankly at a tree stump between two willow trees and smiled.
There, on a willow stump as big as a butt and as tall as a calf, were clusters of plump oyster mushrooms.
Each oyster mushroom resembles an ear of varying sizes. The ones at the base of the willow stump are slightly larger and light white, while the ones further up are smaller and have a pale gray surface. When you gently break one open with your fingers, you can smell a refreshing mushroom aroma.
The oyster mushrooms on this single willow stump alone weigh over ten kilograms.
Compared to wood ear mushrooms, Su Hua prefers oyster mushrooms. Whether used in soups, stir-fries, or hot pot, oyster mushrooms are undoubtedly the best, especially pure wild oyster mushrooms, which are even rarer.
She looked around and, seeing no one, found a patch of tall, dark grass and crawled inside.
When he came out again, the five large sycamore branches in his basket had disappeared.
It has to be said that everything has become much more convenient after the space upgrade.
A single tree stump full of oyster mushrooms filled the basket to the brim once again.
Su Hua tidied up the basket with satisfaction and was about to get up and go home.
Turning around, I saw a slender figure standing outside the three willow trees.
Unlike when we first met, when she wore a coarse cloth dress covered in patches, she was now wearing a pale yellow long dress embroidered with two lifelike forsythia flowers. Her long black hair was held up with a bamboo hairpin, and her small face, no bigger than a palm, looked even more pitiful against the tender green willow branches.
What a coincidence!
Su Hua smiled slightly, tightened the basket on her back, and was about to go forward to say hello.
But he had only taken one step.
But then a rough laugh was heard.
Su Hua looked in the direction of the laughter and saw a piece of rose-red clothing peeking out from under a willow tree that was as thick as two people.
"Sister Siyu, instead of being with that little tiger from the Su family, you'd be better off throwing yourself into your brother Fu's arms!" The man chuckled, his voice growing increasingly arrogant. "The Su family is dirt poor, they don't even know where their next meal is coming from, it's not a good place for them!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Liang Siyu bit her lip, about to say something, but then she saw Su Hua not far away.
There seemed to be a moment of panic in his eyes.
“Hua’er…”
Hearing the sound, the man turned to the side, looking at Su Hua by the willow stump. A cold snort escaped his nostrils. "Who do we have here! It's just the fat, stupid, ugly Su family member. If you don't want a beating, get lost. If you ruin my good time, hmph..."
After he finished speaking, he raised his fist.
"Oh?" Su Hua smiled, her red lips curving into a smile. She slowly put down the basket on her back. "I'm not leaving today. What can you do about it?"
The slightly raised tone of his voice immediately ignited Meng Fu's anger.
"You fucking want to die!"
Meng Fu clenched his fists and charged towards Su Hua.
But as soon as he kicked out, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his groin.
"Ouch...it hurts so much..." The man clutched his crotch, howling in pain. His swollen face instantly turned red and purple, and he looked like a shrimp that had been thrown into a frying pan. His gaze at Su Hua seemed to be able to devour her.
The poor thing who used to be bullied and didn't dare to say a word is now taking advantage of people's kindness.
This is an utter disgrace to someone who is used to showing off his power!
"You brat, I'm going to beat you to death today!"
Meng Fu staggered to his feet, his fist at his side gathering all his strength.
Before he could even touch Su Hua's clothes, another tearing pain shot through his groin.
"Ah..." Meng Fu trembled all over in pain and almost fainted.
"Hua'er..." Liang Siyu swallowed hard and covered her eyes with her hands.
Su Hua slowly withdrew her right leg, placed it on Meng Fu's left hand, and clicked her tongue lightly. "Meng Fu, don't you know? What I hate most is threats. Now straighten your tongue and repeat what you just said."
"You little brat! How dare you hurt me!" Meng Fu's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze towards Su Hua filled with a dark and sinister light. "You little bastard born of a lowly woman, I will have you killed when I get back..."
But he hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, a 'click' sound came from beside my ear.
The next instant, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist, as if it had been broken.
Looking up, she saw Su Hua's embroidered shoes stepping on her wrist, lightly and delicately, as if stepping on a puddle of mud. The girl's red lips parted slightly, but the voice that came out was three times colder than the snow in winter, "What, still can't speak?"
"No! It was me... no, it was my fault! I was wrong!"
The man was wiping away tears and snot, his hands and three legs were shivering uncontrollably.
Wearing a bright pink brocade robe, he didn't look elegant at all; instead, he looked ridiculous, like a clown on a stage.
"Hua girl, Miss Su, Grandma." Meng Fu stretched out his still-intact right hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lowered his bulging eyes slightly. "I was wrong today and offended you, Grandma. Please just ignore me and let it go."
"The Meng family truly has a long tradition of scholarship; the brother and sister are exactly the same!" Su Hua scoffed lightly, waving her hand dismissively. "Get lost!"
"Yes." Meng Fu nodded repeatedly.
He scrambled to his feet.
He took off running and disappeared in no time.
"Sister Hua'er, thank goodness you were here today." Liang Siyu clutched her chest, still shaken, her small face deathly pale. "If you hadn't appeared in time, I'm afraid I would have..."
The girl gently bit her lip with her pearly teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.
Su Hua stared at her for a moment, her smile faint. "It was just a coincidence. It's getting late, let's go home."
She beat up Meng Fu not just to save Liang Siyu.
It's also because of the original owner.
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