He obviously heard Lin Jianxue's last words.
After hearing what Lin Jianxue said, Su Muyun looked across the table and fell on Fu Qingqing who was beside his grandmother.
His arms and legs are so thin that he looks like he will fall over if the wind blows.
She's just a shriveled bean sprout, yet someone is still eager to marry into the Yi family?
Jiang Erniu's vision is really too poor.
He averted his gaze and placed the chipped earthenware teapot in his hand heavily on the table.
There was a "click" sound, and Fu Qingqing's shoulders shrank in shock.
Then, he picked up a few coarse porcelain teacups beside him and began to pour tea. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but his eyes were cold and hard.
"Why are you coming to my house instead of reporting the crime to the police?"
The sound was flat, as if it had been tempered by ice.
He raised his eyes, glanced at Lin Jianxue, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Could it be that you want to hire me to beat up Jiang Erniu for you?"
Lin Jianxue met his cold gaze with an unchanged expression.
"Su Zhizhi, the person is still alive. There is no substantial harm. The police will not intervene."
"Besides, Jiang Erniu's father is the village party secretary of Tonghua Village. The Jiang family has some influence in this area."
"Even if we report the case, it will most likely go unresolved."
She spoke calmly and clearly, laying out the reality of the dilemma before him.
Su Muyun frowned and said nothing, obviously understanding the twists and turns involved.
Lin Jianxue looked at his slightly furrowed brows and slowed down her tone with a hint of negotiation.
"Su Zhizhi, we didn't come here today to ask you to beat someone up."
"I heard that the Su family's boxing is famous in our Tonghua Village. It is real kung fu."
"So... I'd like to ask you, if you can teach Qingqing some self-defense skills when you're free."
She paused and added, "Of course, we won't trouble you in vain."
"How about this? We'll pay you one dollar per class."
"You decide the time and how much to teach."
One dollar per class?
As soon as these words were spoken, Fu Zhawei next to him moved slightly.
His thin lips moved as if he wanted to say something.
But before he could finish his words, a soft hand gently pressed on the back of his hand which was resting on the edge of the table.
Fu Zhewei was startled and looked sideways.
Lin Jianxue didn't look at him, but just shook her head gently at him, signaling him to be patient.
Fu Zhawei lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the back of her hand covered by her white fingertips.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, but he finally pursed his lips and said nothing.
Pay him to teach boxing?
Still one dollar per class?
In this era when workers generally earn only 20 or 30 yuan a month, one yuan per class is absolutely a sky-high price.
Su Muyun's gaze swept over Fu Qingqing's thin body again.
The disdain is not concealed at all.
He looked away, picked up the cup of hot tea that had just been poured in front of him, and blew away the foam.
Then, he spoke slowly, his voice a little colder than before.
"The Su family's boxing technique is not to be passed on to outsiders."
"Please come in."
Even Grandma Su, who hadn't said much all this time, sighed at this moment.
She looked at Lin Jianxue with an apologetic look on her face.
"Lin Zhiqing, it's not that we, the old woman and Xiaomu, are unwilling to help."
"It's true... the Su family has an ancestral precept."
"This Su family boxing has been passed down from generation to generation, and the rule is that it cannot be passed on to outsiders."
"Moreover..." The old lady paused and added, "It's passed down to males, not females."
Ancestral precepts? Passed down to males but not females?
Lin Jianxue raised her eyes and looked at Su Muyun with her clear eyes.
"Grandma Su, Su Zhizhi."
"Rules are ultimately made by people."
"If you really want to change, isn't it just a matter of saying a word?"
This question is a bit bold, even a question.
Su Muyun frowned even tighter, and there was a hint of scrutiny and displeasure in his eyes when he looked at Lin Jianxue.
Lin Jianxue looked at him fearlessly and spoke sincerely.
"Su Zhizhi, we are sincere and want to ask for your help."
"I think... you should know something about Qingqing's family situation."
The relocated households in this village are like rootless duckweed, bullied by others.
"Besides, even if something does happen, I'm afraid no one in the village will truly stand up for them."
"She's only fifteen. She's still a child."
"I don't want... I don't want her life to be ruined in such an inexplicable way because of someone else's evil intentions."
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