...This uncle really doesn't let go of anything that can be used. The fact that she was able to sleep in comfortably for the first time was probably because Feng did her assigned chores for her.
It seems she did something quite "outrageous" last night... Although it wasn't the first time she and Feng had done it "in public," this time she took the initiative, and it was... well...
She covered her head and squatted down. She was beyond saving. She hadn't even taken responsibility for what happened before, and now she was making advances on someone. She was a beast...
Despite their unintentional attempts to attract attention, Feng became an overnight sensation in the small town. The gossipy women of the streets and alleys quickly discovered that the mysterious man in red at the Qixi Festival was a day laborer at a small medical clinic. So, whenever Feng left the clinic, even just to fetch water, countless eyes were secretly watching him.
Even a martial arts master would find it difficult to evade his keen senses if he wanted to follow him, let alone these poorly disguised young women. However, it was precisely because they were just ordinary women that he was even more annoyed. If they were martial arts practitioners, he could simply drive them away, but he couldn't bring himself to attack them.
Those whispers, which could no longer be called "whispers," were filled with his comments and envy. Every word reached his ears, but they were all mixed together, like the unbearable buzzing of several bees. He took the water and hurried back to the clinic, never leaving the house unless absolutely necessary.
People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat. This is true in the martial arts world and in everyday life as well.
Even if Feng stays home, trouble will still come knocking. A group of noisy, burly men came to her door, led by a notorious local thug.
Ning Xian was craning his neck, wondering why it was a man instead of a woman who had come to his door, when he heard the thug shouting from the back door: "—You dare to seduce my woman? I'll cripple you today! Kid, come out here if you dare!"
Hearing this, Feng, who had just taken off her coat and was about to chop wood, didn't say a word. She picked up her axe, walked over, and kicked the door open. The people outside, caught off guard, nearly fell to the ground while trying to dodge the flying door. Feng stepped out, her eyes coldly sweeping over them, and said indifferently, "Get out!"
The crowd was taken aback at first, but seeing that he was alone, they immediately became arrogant again, "Kid, what's with your attitude?! Don't you want to live?"
The thug leading the group only reached Feng's shoulder height, but he was a big, burly man. Standing in front of Feng, he stretched his head and tried to be fierce, but his menacing look could only be directed at Feng's chin.
Several people surrounded Feng. Ning Xian was drying herbs and watching the commotion in the courtyard when someone spotted her. They stepped in and came up to Ning Xian. "Oh my! What a pretty young girl—since you dared to seduce our eldest brother's woman, you'll have to use her to keep him company!"
The moment the older brother saw Ning Xian, he completely forgot about his runaway lover and stared blankly at her. She was like a half-opened flower, not in full bloom, but with seven parts gentleness and three parts wickedness, like an unripe red apricot branch on the wall, which, though not yet over the wall, beckoned people to pick it.
At this moment, she was not afraid at all, but subconsciously said, "Hey? What does this have to do with me?" She was just watching the fun while drying the herbs.
Feng's gaze swept over—you want to distance yourself?
—What do I have...?
Why is it that my communication with Feng has been getting better and better lately? Can she pretend she doesn't understand?
The two were still exchanging glances when someone interrupted, "Brother, it's this little wench! She's this brat's lover!"
He had already decided to take the young woman no matter who she was, and now he was even more self-righteous, saying, "Kid, consider yourself lucky to have survived. Take her back and teach this kid a lesson!"
Immediately, someone reached out to grab Ning Xian's wrist, but Feng raised his hand and with a whoosh, an axe grazed the man's hand and struck the shelf behind him. A bloody gash spread out instantly, blood gushing forth.
"You little brat, you're asking for it?! Beat her to death!"
Just as everyone was about to take action, a voice came from the front hall: "What's going on? Why is it so noisy?" Seeing Mr. Dongli walking over from the front clinic, he glanced at the situation in the courtyard, as if those burly men were just a few bedbugs, and ignored them, saying: "I still have patients in front, don't keep making noise. Ah Huang, send them away and fix the door." Then he turned back to the front.
After the people left, Feng punched one away and kicked another. Before the others could react and retaliate, Feng pulled an axe from the shelf and coldly glared at one of them—he certainly disdained using such a "weapon" that was only fit to deal with Hua Hua, but it was inconvenient to use martial arts in the clinic, so he could only resort to this crude and violent method to solve the problem.
Screams echoed through the small clinic, startling the crows and sparrows in the trees into flight.
Hua Hua, who was in the clinic, looked up and asked curiously, "What happened next?"
"It's alright, keep grinding the herbs, and wrap it up with this when you're done."
After giving Hua Hua a perfunctory reply, Mr. Dongli smiled nonchalantly at the middle-aged woman who had come to see him. Ever since Hua Hua started helping out at the clinic, it seemed that quite a few women had come for minor ailments, some minor and some not. It seemed that he should put Hua Hua first in the future.
………………
Ning Xian was always busy, but he was always puzzled. There were only one or two patients in the clinic all day, so why did they need to dry so many medicines? There were only four people in total, so why did Boss Feng have an endless supply of firewood? Was that uncle deliberately playing a trick on them?
The door panel that Feng kicked away that day was barely nailed back on thanks to Feng's mediocre skills—albeit crookedly.
However, on this day, the crooked door panel was once again magnificently adorned with flying birds—
Ning Xian and Feng stopped what they were doing and looked up. They saw a thug-like man walk in, followed by a woman with two thugs behind her—dressed in glamorous, brightly colored clothes and heavily made up—whose taste was questionable. As a woman herself, Ning Xian gave a rather apt assessment.
"Miss, if you need to see a doctor for a gynecological problem, please go through the front door. The doctor is in the clinic up ahead."
The woman glared fiercely at Ning Xian, then fixed her gaze on Feng and arrogantly ordered, "It's him. Take him back to me!"
"Huh? What's wrong with Feng again?" Ning Xian asked, slightly sweating. "He stole your boyfriend too??" "How shameless!" Ning Xian glanced at Feng resentfully, only to be met with a disapproving glare.
"From today onwards, he is my lover! I want him to marry into my family and become my son-in-law!"
Ning Xian broke out in a cold sweat again. "Son-in-law? Whose...? Judging from your age... your daughter is still young, isn't she?"
The woman was so angry she jumped up and down, yelling, "Shut up! Shut up!! I want him to be my husband!! Guards, tie him up and take him back!!"
Ning Xian scratched his head and glanced sideways at Feng, "You really are a rotten egg... one fly after another comes."
The vein on Feng's forehead, a clear indication of his pitifully little patience, bulged again. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed his axe—in fact, since arriving here, he'd become increasingly adept at using the axe. Not just for chopping wood, but for chopping people.
Then the bloody scene reappeared. Four bloody figures were thrown out, including the young lady who was stunned. Feng wiped the bloodstains on her face with her sleeve, turned around, and saw the wooden door that had once again fallen out of place. She frowned and thought, "We have to fix the door again!"
He immediately turned around, and before the young lady had left, he glanced at her twice, then plucked the most "plain" gold hairpin from her hair—the one with the fewest gems and the thinnest hairpin—and said, "This will cover the cost of repairing the door. The rest can be considered compensation for the half-day of work you've taken up with us." Without waiting to see if the terrified girl understood, he turned and walked back—that way, he could call a carpenter to fix it. Entering the courtyard, he saw Ning Xian curled up on the ground, laughing uncontrollably—"Lord Feng, so you're a chicken that won't pluck its feathers unless it suffers a loss!"
Just when they thought the young lady would back down after witnessing Feng's "ruthless" side, she reappeared at the gate with several servants. Ignoring the fact that the four were having dinner, she forced her way in. The servants brought large and small packages and boxes, piling them in the small courtyard. She sat down abruptly and said, "I've made up my mind. Since you're unwilling, I won't force you to come to my house. I'm marrying into this family! This is my dowry!"
At this moment, Mu Yuan felt extremely annoyed that she couldn't see. Such a wonderful drama could only be heard! This was the Peach Blossom Tribulation of Feng, the Human Butcher, whom no one in the Demonic Sect had ever dared to touch—Waaah, I really want to see it!
Feng endured it all, but finally refrained from making a move. She squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Get out!"
Surprisingly, the woman showed no sign of losing face or anger. Completely different from her domineering self during the day, she shyly and coyly said, "I know you have a bad temper, get angry easily, and aren't very good at expressing yourself—but I'll try to understand and adapt. After all, you even took their token of love..."
"A token of love?" Ning Xian couldn't help but ask. When did they start their affair? She didn't even know?
"It's someone else's hairpin..." (Shyly, shyly)
“That’s good.” Feng stood up, walked up to her, and looked down at her, saying, “Your hairpin is with Wang Er, the carpenter in the west of town. You’ve come to the wrong place—” He grabbed the woman by the back of her neck again, threw her out the door, and slammed the now-secured back door shut.