The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

As soon as Yin Baicai arrived at the ancestral hall, she heard Wang Huanhua, that gossip, talking badly about her. "Hey, you know, you can't be so cocky. You have a little money and you just flaunt it. In this village, buying land and building houses, you're bound to attract attention."

The village gossip, Chen, chimed in, "That's right. If he hadn't caused such a commotion in the village, that scoundrel would have broken into his house."

When the villagers saw Yin Baicai coming, they pulled the two of them away and told them to stop talking, but the two of them got more and more excited as they talked.

"You guys say that Cai Ge'er was broken into by this scoundrel Tian. A young man being barged into by a man, who knows..."

Everyone knew without saying what she wanted to say.

It's nothing more than slanderous words and statements that defame people's reputations.

Yin Baicai walked up to Chen Shi with a cold face. "Speak up, why did you stop talking? Some people get up early in the morning and spew filth from their mouths. Did they eat shit for breakfast today? No wonder I could smell the stench from far away."

The villagers were amused by Yin Baicai's words, and kept glancing at Wang Huanhua and Chen Shi, trying not to laugh.

Wang Huanhua and Chen Shi turned around and saw Yin Baicai standing behind them with a cold face. Chen Shi was wondering why this shameless boy who usually hid from people dared to speak. She was about to go up and scold him when she saw Li Zhe behind Yin Baicai and gave up the idea.

This bully Li was looking at me with a sinister expression, which was quite frightening.

We'll deal with this jerk when we have the chance. He's just a jinx, what's with all the swagger he's got in the village?

His own son had originally wanted to help the Ge brothers repair their house, but the two brothers refused. It must be this jinx who's causing trouble.

My son is capable and successful, yet they still look down on him. They have no taste.

Seeing that Li Zhe had also come over, Wang Huanhua naturally didn't dare to argue with Yin Baicai.

The commotion suddenly subsided, and Wen Pangzi, the burly man from the village who hated Tian Xiaoqiang with a passion that seethed, stepped forward.

"Village chief, let me do these fifty lashes." This Tian Xiaoqiang lived next door to him and had often stolen his eggs. His mother had even been chased out by this scoundrel when she came to argue with him.

The village chief had someone bring out the long bench and wooden stick used for punishment from the ancestral hall. He pressed Tian Xiaoqiang down on the bench and handed the stick to Fatty Wen, saying, "You hit him. Don't let him miss a single blow. Teach him a lesson for daring to break into someone's house and steal money."

Seeing that the village chief was serious, Tian Xiaoqiang started begging for mercy, but Yin Baicai gagged him, and he stammered, making it impossible for anyone to understand what he was saying.

Fatty Wen finally got his chance to vent his anger, and he grabbed a stick and swung it at Tian Xiaoqiang, who was sitting on the stool.

Yin Baicai stared at the muscular arms of Fatty Wen, clicking her tongue in amazement. She was certain that fifty strokes of the rod would leave this scoundrel's ass a bloody mess.

"Bang bang bang..."

Half an hour later, after fifty blows, Tian Xiaoqiang had already collapsed from exhaustion.

The area around his buttocks was covered in bloodstains, showing how much effort Fatty Wen had put in.

The village chief had several men drag Tian Xiaoqiang back to his own home and warned the villagers: "If anyone dares to be envious of someone's wealth and steals from them, they will end up like Tian Xiaoqiang."

Yin Baicai was afraid that the bloody scene would frighten Li Mo, so she covered his little eyes early on.

After everyone had been punished, the villagers dispersed in twos and threes, which served as a warning to those in the village who were jealous of Yin Baicai.

Many people in the village were envious that Yin Baicai could afford to build a house. Knowing that the money came from Li Zhe, they naturally didn't dare to steal from Li Zhe's house. Yin Baicai's family only had one son, so it would be easy for him to steal money.

Those with ulterior motives naturally gave up their plans.

After the event ended, Yin Baicai returned home. It was only when he saw Li Mo today that he remembered that he wanted to make a bamboo-woven football for him.

He found the sickle and went up the mountain alone.

After careful selection, I finally found a suitable bamboo, easily cut it down, and dragged it home.

Seeing that it was almost noon, Yin Baicai quickly started steaming the rice, and after eating, she lay on the bed for a while.

When she woke up and saw the glaring sun outside, Yin Baicai took the bamboo she had cut down and took it under the eaves to trim the branches, preparing to dry it and use it as kindling.

Cut the bamboo into thin strips and weave them together according to the method I remembered.

It took quite a bit of time to complete a bamboo-woven Cuju (ancient Chinese football).

Yin Baicai stretched and yawned. "Sitting for so long really makes my whole body ache. No wonder those handicrafts are so expensive. There's a reason for it."

Looking at the football at her feet, Yin Baicai felt incredibly proud; she had actually managed to weave it successfully on her first try.

This is all thanks to my habit of making short videos of handicrafts.

I'll give it to Mo Xiaogui tomorrow; he'll definitely be happy.

Children naturally love playing with toys.

Thinking of Li Mo's earnest little figure studying, Yin Baicai recalled the time when he used to sit under the big evergreen tree in the orphanage doing his homework.

Back then, the dean would always bring me a cool and delicious watermelon when it was hot. I remember the dean would always say: "Xiaobai, finish eating before you start writing. You've been sitting all afternoon. You need to relax a bit, or you'll become a bookworm."

Yin Baicai looked up at the setting sun in the distance, and her longing for her mother, the dean, grew even stronger.

The village chief was still worried that Tian Xiaoqiang would die at home, so he later asked some villagers to come to his house and deliver the "strychnine" that he had dug up from the mountain last time to Tian Xiaoqiang.

These are common herbs that villagers often keep on hand to relieve pain and reduce swelling.

Liu Laosan, who was delivering the medicine, looked at Tian Xiaoqiang, who was still unconscious, and spat on the ground. He had no respect for this lazy, gluttonous leech.

He actually went to Cai Ge'er's house to steal things. He deserved to die. Everyone in the village knows that Cai Ge'er's family is dirt poor.

His parents had both died, leaving him a lonely little boy in the world.

Even if someone were to repair the house, the money would definitely come from Li Zhe. I don't know why the villagers are so envious.

Why don't you use that time to earn it yourself? It's shameful to just stare at other people's meager savings all day long.

Liu Laosan kicked Tian Xiaoqiang twice, looking at the man who didn't react at all, "You deserve it, damn it. If the village chief hadn't told me to come and apply medicine for you, I wouldn't have bothered to make this trip."

Liu Laosan pulled down Tian Xiaoqiang's pants, looked at the bloody mess, casually applied the herbs the village chief had given him, and that was it.

In the middle of the night, Tian Xiaoqiang, groaning in pain, opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by darkness.

The pain in his chest and buttocks made his eyes grow even darker. Yin Baicai, Li Zhe, Fatty Wen, and those worthless bastards from Peach Blossom Village who only care about watching the show—I, Tian Xiaoqiang, swear I won't let any of them get away with it.

Once I recover, I'll get my revenge on them one by one.

This trauma planted a seed of hatred in Tian Xiaoqiang's heart.

His eyes were filled with hatred, and the bluish birthmark on his face looked like a vengeful ghost in the moonlight.