"It's only because your Lu family has become successful that those people don't dare to do anything to you. Otherwise, if there were no men at home for ten days or half a month, someone would have already broken into your house."
It's a pity that it's not easy to climb over the high walls of the Lu family's compound now, otherwise there would only be a few elderly people, women and children, and the windowsills have been trampled and broken by the men in the village.
It was easy to renovate when we lived in the old house, but both Lu Yunfeng and his brother were home at that time.
Lu Yunfeng was a killer when he beat people up, so no one dared to mess with him after that.
Zhao Fang trembled all over. She remembered a summer afternoon two years ago when she went to the stream behind the old house to wash Xiao Si's diapers and was hit by a stone and thrown into the water.
Water splashed everywhere, wetting her clothes. She looked behind the tree and asked who it was, but no one answered. Terrified, she picked up the basin and ran home.
For several days after that, she didn't dare to go out. Even though she didn't see anyone, she knew she had been harassed and that the person had deliberately wet her clothes.
Later that autumn, while she was picking pears in the orchard, a man ran out from behind a tree and hugged her tightly.
She screamed in fright, but luckily Dayun heard her and ran over, pinning the man down and beating him almost to death. After that, no one in the village dared to mess with her anymore.
Wang Shugen knew when to stop, whistling as he tossed his headband and headed north into the mountains.
Zhao Fang was completely exhausted. She knelt on the ground, covered her face, and bit her lip, not daring to cry out.
At the dinner table that evening, Qin Xiaozhou picked up two pieces of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts and said, "Aunt Guo, your cooking skills have improved a lot."
Granny Guo ate at the same table with them, all smiles. "It's all thanks to the eldest sister's excellent teaching. I learned all of this from her."
Sigh, when I went home for Chinese New Year, I cooked for my son and husband, and they were amazed when they ate it. They all thought my cooking skills had improved by a lot.
Guo Xiucai was a frugal man. Other scholars might occasionally go to restaurants and teahouses to gather and compete in poetry and insights, but Guo Xiucai never went. After class, he would either study or go home to help his parents with chores.
Therefore, even though he became a scholar, he had never actually eaten a good meal. During the New Year, Granny Guo used her wages to buy a string of meat to stir-fry for the father and son, which amazed them.
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