Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

Fang Ling watched her back, especially her brand-new look and the newly built courtyard, and felt extremely jealous, but what could she do?

She no longer had the courage to humiliate Fang Yu at the slightest opportunity, as she used to, and instead quietly followed behind Fang Yu up the mountain.

Fang Yu didn't take Fang Ling seriously at all. She really did come up the mountain to look at the trees, and it would be best if she could find a fruit tree.

She walked and looked around, with Fang Ling following behind, already panting, but still not giving up.

As the saying goes, "Heaven helps those who help themselves." Fang Yu was exhausted from walking when he looked up and saw a persimmon tree overhead with several ripe fruits hanging from its branches, and small birds pecking at them.

The persimmon tree was neither too big nor too small, just right for planting in the yard. Fang Yu walked to the trunk, sat down, and took out his water pouch to drink some water.

Fang Ling didn't come over; she stood a few steps away from her. She had followed her all the way, and her lips were so dry they were peeling. She glanced at Fang Yu several times, but hesitated to speak.

Fang Yu took a few sips of water and looked at her clasped hands, her timid appearance even looking a little comical.

Fang Yu chuckled lightly: "Miss Fang, why don't you just say what you have to say? It's not good for you to keep following me around."

Fang Ling hesitated for a long time, not daring to look at Fang Yu, before finally gritting her teeth and slowly walking over.

“Sister Yu.” Fang Ling seemed to have mustered up her courage before speaking: “Brother Ping has gone mad. He said he saw… an evil… creature in your house.”

Fang Ling knew that it must have been the strange man she saw walking with Fang Xin on the street last time who was behind it, but she didn't dare to say it.

At this point, Fang Ling hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean your house is unclean. I just wanted to ask if we could let Ping-ge go to your tent again to check on him. Maybe his condition will improve..."

Fang Yu almost laughed: "Then you should also know that he wanted to burn down my house that night, or even burn my whole family to death, or do you think I'm very kind and easy to talk to?"

"No." Fang Ling glanced at her and quickly looked away. "Ping-ge'er is still young. He just acted impulsively. We are family, blood is thicker than water. Yu-jie, I beg you, please save Ping-ge'er."

Fang Ling didn't really want to come either. Last time, she was ripped off by Fang Yu when she sold barbecue. Not only did she lose money, but her grandmother also took away the savings her mother had kept.

Pingge'er's condition has not improved. Her grandmother and father beat and scold her and her mother. She has no choice but to do something. Now she only hopes that Pingge'er can get better.

"You reap what you sow." Fang Yu stood up: "I'll only say this once, don't follow me anymore, or don't blame me for not talking about what you call 'broken bones are still connected by tendons'."

Fang Yu merely raised his hand, and an extremely sharp dagger struck the tree trunk beside Fang Ling, startling Fang Ling so much that she hugged her arm and trembled.

Fang Yu walked over, casually pulled out the dagger, wiped it slowly on his sleeve, and strode down the mountain and left.

Fang Ling clutched her chest, breathing heavily, her legs trembling, and slowly sat down on the tree trunk.

There was no one around on the mountain. Fang Ling was also afraid that Fang Yu would attack her. In this desolate wilderness, if something really happened, there would be nowhere to tell her.

But what could she do? As long as Ping-ge'er's illness didn't improve, she and her mother would be scolded every day. She couldn't bear it any longer, so she had to bite the bullet and come to Fang Yu.

If Fang Yu's approach doesn't work, she'll have to think of other methods.

Fang Yu left a mark on the road, planning to go back and ask the villagers to help dig up the persimmon tree and plant it.

She could have handled this herself, but Fang Ling was still on the mountain, which made it inconvenient.

It was getting late and there wasn't enough time, so she went straight to Uncle Liu's house after going down the mountain.

Uncle Liu was surprised to see her. He pushed the door open a little and said, "Sister Yu, it's you. Are you going to the city at this hour?"

Uncle Liu took a special look at the sky outside; the evening glow was already painting the sky.

"No, Uncle Liu," Fang Yu said. "I saw a persimmon tree on the mountain just now, and I want to dig it up and plant it in the yard. I was thinking of asking Uncle Liu to find two people to help me dig it up, but it's getting late today, so let's do it tomorrow."

"Okay." Uncle Liu agreed without any hesitation.

Fang Yu strolled back slowly. Smoke curled from the chimney above the courtyard, indicating that Xin'er must be cooking again. She subconsciously touched her stomach, realizing that Xin'er had been fattening her up lately.

Sure enough, the aroma of food wafted through the air as soon as she entered the courtyard. As soon as she opened the door, Fang Xin, who was standing right there, looked at her with bright eyes.

"Sis, you're back just in time, dinner's ready."

Fu Ju came out of the small kitchen with bowls and chopsticks in his hands. To be honest, when he wasn't talking, he had an honest and simple demeanor, and he did look a bit like a villager.

Fang Xin asked, "Sister, didn't you say you were going to make mooncakes with bear meat? When are you going to make them?"

The remaining bear meat was salted and hung up to air dry. Fang Xin then took a piece to cook.

"Do it tomorrow."

Undoubtedly, Fang Yu ate too much again.

The courtyard had been cleaned. Fang Yu was squatting by the empty pond when Fu Ju walked over.

"Miss Fang, I'll go to the river to fetch water after dark."

"No need, I have my own arrangements. You don't need to do these things."

Fang Yu wanted to introduce the spiritual spring water into the pool, so that raising fish or lotus flowers would be much more efficient.

"boom--"

As night fell over Xishan Village, thunder rumbled in the sky, and a heavy rain began to fall instantly.

Fang Yu opened the window and looked at the torrential rain outside. In just a short while, the pool had already accumulated quite a bit of water.

Fang Xin knocked on the door from the outside: "Sister, can I come in?"

Fang Xin came in carrying a quilt: "Mom said it's windy tonight, so I brought you an extra quilt. Don't catch a cold tonight."

Fang Yu closed the window, turned around and said, "Okay, don't kick off the covers tonight, or you'll catch a cold."

Fang Xin was still a little unaccustomed to it, after all, she and her sister had slept in the same bed for so many years, and tonight was the first time they were separated.

Fang Xin then took the quilt to Fu Zhou's room. Since he was a man, his room was on the far side.

There were no candles lit inside. She knocked on the door, but there was no response. Fang Xin assumed he wasn't home, especially with the heavy rain.

She pushed the door open and went inside, but heard the sound of water. Fang Xin thought the house wasn't finished and was leaking.

"boom--"

Another thunderclap rolled overhead, startling Fang Xin so much that she almost dropped the blanket.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, I heard the sound of flowing water, and at the same time, lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, illuminating the room for a moment.

Their eyes met, and seeing Fu Zhou's naked, still-wet body, Fang Xin dropped the blanket from her hands. She quickly looked away, stammering, "I...I'm sorry, I...I..."

Before she could finish a complete sentence, thunder roared again. She clutched her head and ran blindly, crashing into a slightly cool, fleshy wall.