As night deepened, the entire village was quiet, and everyone was fast asleep. Occasionally, the barking of dogs could be heard, adding a touch of human presence to the village.
Ning Feng'er was drawing flower patterns in her room. She planned to send the patterns to the embroidery workshop tomorrow so that the embroiderers could embroider them.
In just one year, while it wasn't a complete transformation, it was still a dramatic change.
She never knew a woman could live like this, so freely and unrestrained.
Compared to the future of being a devoted wife and mother described by her mother, or the carefree life of wandering the world with a sword as described by a friend, she still prefers this life of earning her own money and using it herself.
Ning Feng'er closed the ledger in her hand.
This month's earnings are significantly higher than last month's.
"It won't be long before I can open another cloth shop." She already has two cloth shops, and the number of people on the estate is gradually becoming insufficient, so she needs to hire more people.
My brother is right. Only when you stand on your own two feet can you do whatever you want. When you have money in your own pocket, you can do whatever you want with a clear conscience.
Over the course of the year, the changes in the village were earth-shattering.
A year ago, everyone wore a sorrowful expression; the children were thin and pale, without even a decent piece of clothing. She had often seen these children staring blankly at the sky, their faces filled with despair. That look was heartbreaking.
Now, everyone has a smile on their face, and they occasionally pinch a piece of candy and lick it, with their eyes and mouths curving up.
The children were able to eat their fill, wore new clothes, and their faces beamed with hope for life, not despair.
My brother was right after all.
Just as Ning Feng'er was changing her clothes and getting ready to go to sleep.
Suddenly, a bell rang out in the village.
A bell?
Something had happened at the manor. Ning Feng'er quickly dressed.
The doors and windows were all locked tightly.
Her brother said that although she knew a few moves, they were all fancy but ineffective, and she couldn't beat others. Therefore, if there was any danger, all she could do was protect herself.
Don't hold others back.
She kept this firmly in mind.
Ning Hong frowned slightly upon hearing the bell.
For Zhuangzi's safety, just in case, he hung ropes and bells around the eldest son's house. If anyone were to climb over the wall, they would inevitably hit the ropes upon landing, causing the bells to ring.
There are four large bells in four directions, all connected together.
As soon as one of the ropes is touched, all four large bells will ring.
Did someone sneak in under the cover of darkness?
Ning Hong thought to herself.
As soon as the bell rang, everyone in the village woke up.
Those who lived near the distilleries and cloth mills, in particular, stood guard at the entrances with sticks in their hands.
This is their home, and they are determined to defend it to the death.
Ning Hong went to Ning Feng'er's room immediately.
"Feng'er?"
"Brother, I'm here."
"You follow behind your brother."
In Ning Hongze's view, ancient doors and windows were far too unsafe. If they were modern bulletproof glass and iron doors, he wouldn't be so worried.
Better safe than sorry.
What if this person isn't after the winery and cloth shop, but after Feng'er? After much thought, it's safer to have Feng'er by his side.
"Brother, who is it?" Hearing Ning Hongze's voice, Ning Feng'er's anxious heart was relieved a little. She quickly obeyed Ning Hongze's words, opened the door, silently put on the black cloak and hood, and followed Ning Hongze's side.
In the pitch black, her all-black attire made it easier for her to blend into the night, serving as some form of cover.
"I don't know either." He's definitely not a good person.
Just as I arrived at the distillery, I heard a commotion there.
The cloth shop area, on the other hand, was a bit quieter.
Are these people here for the distillery?
Ning Hong raised an eyebrow.
He stepped forward and grabbed the shoulder of a man in black.
The man in black was taken aback and was about to swing his knife when Ning Hongze's hand suddenly moved.
He suddenly raised his hand, lifted the man in black up, and threw him away.
He was very strong. The man in black had a black mask covering his face, and at the moment he was thrown out, his eyes, the only part of his face visible, were filled with astonishment.
The remaining men in black also looked bewildered.
What on earth happened? Wasn't the owner of this estate supposed to be a good-for-nothing? Could it be that Ning Chengze was lying to him?
Didn't he always say that his brother didn't know any martial arts at all?
If that's the case, then what exactly happened just now?
How did that person just fly away on their own?
The leader of the men in black frowned and swung his knife to strike.
Ning Hong was not afraid at all. She directly swung a machete and met the large knife of the leader of the men in black.
With a loud clang, the man in black's coat fell to the ground, broken in two.
The man in black was taken aback.
This sword is forged from fine steel, and the person who made this great sword is none other than Elder Hong from the Famous Sword Manor.
How could such an excellent knife be broken by this man's machete?
The man in black looked incredulously at the machete in Ning Hongze's hand.
"Who forged this knife?"
"This knife?"
Hearing the question from the man in black, Ning Hong couldn't help but chuckle. He raised his hand and swung the machete, saying in a serious tone, "This machete was forged by the blacksmith A Niu in town. Its main purpose is to chop firewood. It is an excellent woodcutter's knife."
"A wood-chopping knife?"
The man in black suddenly raised his voice.
His prized sword was broken by something that wasn't even a wood-chopping knife?
It's simply unbelievable.
"Speak, who sent you?"
"You think you can defeat me just because you knocked out my weapon?" The man in black struck a pose again, this time directly using his techniques.
To conceal their identities, the man in black chose to use a large knife as a weapon.
Actually, his best skill is his palm technique.
"You used palm techniques?"
"Yes, let me use my best palm technique to test your martial arts skills?" Wen Zhongtian's eyes shone brightly, full of the joy of meeting a worthy opponent.
Ning Hong remained expressionless.
Okay, so he's already recognized who this man in black is?
Isn't that Wen Zhongtian, that idiot?
"Wen Zhongtian, I won't let you have it." Ning Hong then swung his machete again.
He doesn't have a high chance of winning against Wen Zhongtian, but he's not guaranteed to lose either.
"I didn't expect you to give way to me. Besides... wait, wait a minute? How did you know I was Wen Zhongtian?"
Before he could react, Wen Zhongtian's eyes widened, and he ripped off the black mask from his face.
How did you recognize me?
“???????”
Is there really nothing wrong with Wen Zhongtian's brain?
How did someone like him become such a winner in life in his past life?
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