Chapter 9: Killing to silence the witness!
Ruan Anan put all the valuable and movable things in the side yard into the space.
Heavy brass candlesticks, sets of bone china tableware with gold edges, the brand new Butterfly sewing machine, and the shiny Forever 28-inch bicycle.
He even took away half a bottle of sesame oil and several pounds of noodles in the kitchen.
Haishi is a place full of dangers and dangers. We don’t know how long we’ll stay here, so we’ll clear it out first!
The sky was just beginning to turn pale, and Ruan Anan, who had been tossing and turning all night, was growling with hunger.
She closed the bedroom door, slipped into the space, went straight to the storage room, took out her treasured canned ham and instant noodles, and then took out a small coal stove and set it up.
I added some peanut oil squeezed using traditional methods into the pot, and with a "sizzling" sound, the rich aroma of the oil instantly filled the entire space.
It makes people's mouths water.
Things these days are real and not fake at all.
The ham is thick, salty and fragrant, and the instant noodles are chewy and elastic, making a pot of hot army hot pot.
Things that she would not even bother to even glance at before, now smell so good that it's almost as delicious as her mouth!
Ruan Anan held the bowl in her hands, not caring about her manners anymore, she ate with slurping sounds until sweat broke out on her forehead.
I feel alive only when my stomach feels warm.
After eating and drinking, I felt overwhelmed by sleepiness.
As soon as her eyelids closed, the panel in front of her lit up with a buzzing sound:
[Ding! The green plums in the back mountain are ripe and ready to be picked!]
[Do you want to pick it?]
Ruan Anan replied "yes" in a daze.
[Picking Success!]
[Unlock: Food Processing Workshop]
[Unlocked Recipe: Green Plum Wine]
[Production time: 20 minutes]
[Unlocked Recipe: Army Hot Pot]
[Production time: 15 minutes]
Army hotpot? Plum wine?
Ruan Anan shuddered, woke up instantly, and sat up suddenly from the bed.
"So that's how it is!" Her mind raced, and she figured it out in an instant.
First, the output of the mountain behind the space plus the ready-made Maotai and yellow rock sugar in the warehouse make up the ingredients for green plum wine, and the space automatically unlocks the recipe.
Second, for "imported goods" like army hotpot, you have to make it yourself so that you can remember it.
"Good stuff!" Ruan Anan's eyes lit up, and he tapped his fingers in the air, directly choosing to make ten pots of green plum wine.
After watching the prompt that the processing workshop had started operating, he fell into a deep sleep with satisfaction.
I slept soundly and when I opened my eyes again, I was woken by the chattering outside the window.
The voice was low, but it revealed the excitement of watching the fun.
"Mrs. Liu, do you think Luo Guifang will give us the money to repair the pigpen?"
Mrs. Liu from next door spoke in the familiar soft Wu dialect, with an exaggerated sigh, "Oh, I don't know either. I didn't see it. That lame Wang, tsk tsk, was barely hanging on when he was brought back! There wasn't a single piece of good skin on his body. That thing... I'm afraid it's useless! It's so miserable!"
The three words "Wang Quezi" were like a needle, piercing into Ruan Anan's chaotic mind!
Wang Quezi is awake?!
He won't reveal that he was knocked down by his electric baton last night, right?
Ruan Anan no longer had any sleepiness in her eyes.
Without further ado, she quickly put on her clothes.
When she opened the door, her face was filled with a panic-stricken and pitiful expression, and she walked into the small garden with unsteady steps.
"Grandma Liu..." Her voice was a little hoarse and timid, coming from waking up from sleep. "I just heard you say...was it, was it Wang Quezi who came back? How is he...how is he?"
She deliberately held onto the door frame, her face pale and her lips trembling slightly, looking like a frightened young lady.
"Oh my! An An!" When Mrs. Liu saw her like this, she slapped her thigh in pain, "Hurry up and sit down! Look at how pale her little face is, are you scared? Head of the house! Go back and bring me the corn porridge I made this morning, and those two vegetable buns! An An must be starving!"
Liu Pozi's husband ran back in response.
After a while, several enthusiastic neighbors set up a small low table for Ruan Anan in the Ruan family's small garden.
Several women sat around her, watching her eat and talking about her in a flurry.
Perhaps it was because she had eaten too much fine grain in the space, the bowl of coarse corn porridge and the coarse flour buns mixed with wild vegetables in front of her actually tasted different to Ruan Anan.
The corn paste has a natural mellow aroma, and although the coarse bread may hurt your throat, it has a sweet aftertaste when you chew it.
She ate it in small bites, seeming to cherish it very much.
Granny Liu watched her "wolfing down" her food and couldn't help but sigh heavily. She pouted at the people beside her, "Look! Look! A well-educated and literate young lady has been tortured into this state by that damned Xu family! She can't even have a full meal!"
Suddenly, six or seven pairs of sympathetic and pitiful eyes fell on Ruan Anan.
Ruan Anan's face revealed a hint of vulnerability at the right moment, and she asked softly, "Auntie, you just said... you want to build a pigpen for Aunt Luo's family? Is there anything I can do to help? Even though I'm not very strong, I can lend a hand..."
Her eyes were sincere, with a hint of eagerness to repay something.
"Oh, my silly girl!" Mrs. Liu waved her hands repeatedly, with a look of disgust on her face, "How can someone as delicate as you be able to go to such a filthy place? It stinks to high heaven! Besides..."
She suddenly lowered her voice, glanced around warily, and leaned close to Ruan Anan, saying mysteriously, "Auntie, I have something important to tell you! Wang Quezi... he's crazy! Completely insane! He's talking nonsense and biting everyone he catches! He keeps repeating the same thing over and over again, saying that it was that evil-hearted mother and son from the Xu family who harmed him! Anan, listen to my advice and cut off all ties with that plague family as soon as possible!"
A young wife nearby also came over to join in the conversation, "That's right! What's Mrs. Luo's temper like? Her son has been harmed like this by the Xu family, how can she just let it go? Just wait and see, the Xu family will have a hard time!"
From the neighbors' revelations, Ruan Anan quickly pieced together the truth.
Wang Cuzi was disabled and went crazy.
After waking up, he was like a mad dog, biting the Xu mother and son tightly and putting all the blame on them.
And she, Ruan Anan, the real "manipulator", has now become a pitiful and helpless victim bullied by the Xu family in the eyes of everyone.
Ruan Anan lowered her eyes, took small bites of the bun, and sneered in her heart.
It was a bargain for him, but it was also better this way, so that she wouldn't have blood on her hands.
The crisis was over. Ruan Anan suppressed the urge to raise her lips, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and stood up weakly: "The aunts are right... I, I'll go and take care of it right away."
She went into the house and pretended to search, but in fact she took out seven or eight big red apples from the space, put them in a net bag, and distributed them to the enthusiastic neighbors one by one. "Thank you for your concern, aunties. A few fruits will make everyone happy."
After saying goodbye to her neighbors, Ruan Anan went straight to the street office with relevant certificates and withdrew her marriage application.
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