The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

Just as Li Mo was about to finish eating, Yin Baicai suddenly had an idea.

Just coax this little devil to sleep, isn't that enough? I, Yin Baicai, am truly clever.

Yin Baicai smiled and said, "Momo, do you want to sleep? Let's go rest after we finish eating."

Li Mo shook his head: "I won't sleep. If I fall asleep, will Mother run away?"

Wow, you're quite clever, but dealing with a four-year-old like you is a piece of cake for me, Yin Baicai.

Yin Baicai pretended to be angry and said, "Fine, you don't listen to your mother anymore, so I'm not going to take care of you anymore."

Li Mo hurriedly grabbed Yin Baicai's hand: "Mother, Mo Mo will be good, let's go to sleep."

Yin Baicai secretly gave herself a thumbs-up in her mind; the plan had succeeded.

Yin Baicai, holding Li Mo's hand, asked, "Where is your room?"

Looking at the big brick and tile house of the bully Li, Yin Baicai was extremely envious. When would he, Yin Baicai, be able to afford such a big house?

The original owner's few thatched huts weren't even as big as the yard of the tyrant Li's family!

Li Mo pulled Yin Baicai into the room where he and his uncle slept.

Yin Baicai looked at the large kang (heated brick bed) in front of her with great envy. She herself slept on a dilapidated wooden bed that was only 1.5 meters wide. It would creak whenever she turned over at night. The Li bully's family was really rich.

Sleeping on such a big kang (heated brick bed), you could roll around on it without any problem.

Yin Baicai took off Li Mo's coat and carried him to the bed: "Little Mo, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Li Mo blinked her big eyes and stared intently at him, asking, "What if Mom sneaks away while I'm asleep?"

"No, go to sleep." He thought to himself: Of course I'll go to sleep! I have things to do later, how could I possibly stay here with you, you little brat!

Li Mo obediently closed his eyes, his hand still tightly gripping Yin Baicai's sleeve.

A moment later, Li Mo's snoring began. Yin Baicai wanted to sneak away, but Li Mo held tightly to his sleeve.

Yin Baicai tapped Li Mo's forehead with her finger: "You little devil, you're quite clever. It's a pity you met me, the mischievous devil Yin Baicai."

With a gentle tear, Yin Baicai ripped off the small section of sleeve that Li Mo was holding.

The original owner had worn these tattered clothes for many years. They would tear with the slightest tug. Sigh, another one is torn. This is still the one with the fewest patches among the original owner's clothes, despite being a little socially anxious.

The main theme of Xiaoshekong is "three years new, three years old, and three more years of patching and mending".

I dressed up specially today, thinking I should dress nicely to see my nephew, the bully Li, but I didn't expect it to be ruined again.

Fortunately, it was just a torn sleeve; otherwise, it would have required another patch.

Besides, my sewing skills are simply appalling. The headmistress used to say that the clothes I mended looked like centipedes stuck to them.

I really miss Director Mom. Now that I can't visit her myself, I hope Brother Hao and the others can visit her more often on my behalf. Director Mom is a very sociable person.

Looking at the sleeping Li Mo, Yin Baicai quietly went out and gently closed the bedroom door.

Just as he locked the gate to Li the bully's house, he ran into Liu Xiaoqing, who had finished washing her clothes and was walking over.

Li Zhe's family lived at the entrance of the village, and their large, blue-brick and tile house was particularly noticeable.

Liu Xiaoqing also saw Yin Baicai and shouted, "You sneaky rascal, what are you doing lurking around in front of Brother Li's house? Trying to steal something?"

Yin Baicai was so angry she laughed. This person was just deliberately picking a fight, wasn't he?

Even though you saw yourself locking the door, you still asked that question on purpose.

He said dismissively to Liu Xiaoqing, "Are you blind? I have the key that Li Zhe gave me." He even waved the key in front of Liu Xiaoqing's eyes.

"Besides, this is my fiancé's house. Why can't I come to his house? Even if I sleep here, it's none of your business."

Liu Xiaoqing cursed, "Shameless bastard! You and Brother Li aren't even married yet, and you're already saying things like this. Don't you have any shame?"

Yin Baicai picked at her ear: "Are you kidding me? If it weren't for mourning my mother, your Brother Li and I would have slept together long ago. And who told you to call me Brother Li, the head of the household?"

Yin Baicai said this on purpose to anger Liu Xiaoqing, who couldn't understand why this brat always bullied the original owner.

So it turns out he likes the bully Li.

I never expected that someone would like this bully Li, who is so fierce and has such a scary scar on his face.

I need to nip this rotten peach blossom in the bud in the bud. Who told him to always be such a sour, socially awkward person?

The socially awkward boy didn't talk much and was always bullied and mocked by Liu Xiaoqing and the other villagers. He was determined to get revenge for him.

Yin Baicai, as the empress, warned Liu Xiaoqing: "You better stay away from Li Zhe from now on, or I'll deal with you."

Yin Baicai was a full 1.7 meters tall, much taller than the average young man, but his family was poor and he didn't get enough nutrition, so he was as thin as a bamboo pole.

He glanced down at Liu Xiaoqing and said, "Did you hear that, you little dwarf?"

Then he leisurely went home, making Liu Xiaoqing stomp her feet in anger.

"I'm so angry! I haven't seen this troublemaker for more than twenty days, how come he's become so quick-witted? He's even learned to fight back. Did he break his brain when he fell recently?"

Yin Baicai, who had just left, didn't care what he thought. All he knew was that he had disgusted Liu Xiaoqing and was extremely happy.

He pushed open his small, dilapidated wooden door, picked up his small basket, and prepared to head up the mountain.

Thinking that tomorrow is market day, I'll go up the mountain to find some things to sell in town.

He needs to earn a little money first, so he can have the start-up capital for his big plan.

Yin Baicai dared not venture deep into Wutong Mountain, as it was said that large wild animals roamed there.

Looking into the deep, quiet mountain forest, Yin Baicai could only admire the tyrant Li.

This bully is indeed a veteran of battle; he dares to venture alone into the depths of the dense forest.

I heard that his big brick house was built with the money he earned from selling a wild boar he hunted in the mountains when he came back.

The villagers all went to watch the excitement, but Xiao She probably only caught a glimpse of it from afar.

The wild boar that Li the bully was carrying still had sharp tusks. The fierce Li Zhe carried this more than 200-pound wild boar down the mountain all by himself.

Yin Baicai recalled the wild boar from the original owner's memories; it must have been worth a lot of money.

Hunting may be lucrative, but your life is more important.

I'd better just stay on the outskirts of the mountains and forests and pick up some things I can sell.

Yin Baicai headed towards the place where the original owner often dug up lotus flowers and medicinal lilies.

Although these medicinal herbs don't sell for much money, even a small mosquito is still meat.

Besides, as long as you have start-up capital, why worry about not making money?

Yin Baicai dug up all the tall ones here, leaving the smaller ones to continue growing.

Because the original owner often brought medicine to his mother, he naturally knew what kind of medicine the pharmacy would accept, and he knew where to find these simple medicinal herbs that could be dug up in the mountains.

Otherwise, how could his mother and son afford his mother's medicine after his father had been dead for so long?

It's not like the socially anxious guy is digging these things up early every day to sell.

After digging up the cabbage, Yin Baicai cut some chicken grass to cover it.

This is a way to make money. If the villagers find out, they'll all dig it up and sell it. How will he make money then?

When it comes to digging up and selling medicinal herbs, no one in the village is as socially anxious as Xiao.

The villagers only know some herbs that can cure a cough, but as everyone knows, the town definitely won't buy them.

She carried her little basket home.

As dusk fell, Li Zhe carried the wild game he had hunted down the mountain and passed by Yin Baicai's house.

He paused for a moment.

He left a pheasant at his doorstep and then left.