She wanted to raise a cleaver and chop someone up, only to find her cleaver was gone. Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves, the cleaver appeared right in front of her. She grabbed it and charged over.
“You dead old hag! Calling your mouth filthy! Calling your mouth filthy! You love cursing so much, let me tear your mouth apart and chop you to death!”
By the time everyone reacted, Old Mrs. Lin was already being straddled and slapped left and right by her until she passed out cold.
She swung the cleaver several times with perfect restraint—Old Mrs. Lin’s clothes were slashed, but her body barely had a scratch.
She just fainted from fright.
People don’t know fear until a blade is held to their own throat.
“Ow! Someone pull her off!” the brigade captain howled, hopping and clapping in panic.
Old Mr. Lin shrank into a corner. The rest of the Lin family didn’t dare move either.
The onlookers didn’t dare move either. Who isn’t afraid of a cleaver? I’m asking you—who isn’t?
She’d even chop her own grandmother!
In the end, it was Su Zhaoying who pulled her away. “That’s about enough.”
“You’re about enough! You’re about enough!” The brigade captain’s voice was about to catch fire. “Why did you hand her the cleaver?! Huh?? WHY?!”
Su Zhaoying’s bearing was distinguished, his tone calm. “It was her cleaver to begin with. I was just returning it to its rightful owner.”
The party secretary’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. “Youth Su, you, you, you…”
“Lin Erjun! Take her back this instant!” the brigade captain roared until he coughed.
Lin Erjun and Li Dongxiang hurriedly moved to drag her away, then realized their daughter was clinging tightly to Youth Su.
Her eyes were red.
The cleaver was still in her hand.
They froze.
“Drag her away!” the brigade captain bellowed.
“You drag her if you want.” Lin Erjun shrank his neck.
The brigade captain’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. You think I dare?
The party secretary finally found his voice. “Youth Su, if you would, please escort her back.”
The words came out through gritted teeth.
Su Zhaoying frowned, looking at the black handprint on his shirt. He took a deep breath. “…Fine.”
A flicker of triumph passed through Lin Jinghong’s eyes.
She looked up and met Su Zhaoying’s gaze directly. She quickly averted her eyes.
Su Zhaoying pulled her along, and everyone parted ways wherever they went.
When the people at the educated youth station saw the two of them, their expressions were complicated beyond words. No one had expected the aloof and restrained Su Zhaoying to hand a cleaver to a madwoman.
Even less did they expect him to not mind Lin Jinghong and pull her away.
Lin Erjun and Li Dongxiang hurriedly brought Lin Xiaodi and Lin Xiaomei to catch up.
Everyone else silently watched them leave.
The Lin family’s courtyard was in shambles. Old Mr. Lin’s resentment was practically overflowing from his eyes.
The brigade captain and party secretary only felt headaches coming on. “You all knew she has mad cow disease, didn’t you? Why did you provoke her? If she really burns you all to death, you’d be happy, wouldn’t you?”
These words directly shut the Lin family’s mouths.
The party secretary added one more line. “From now on, whoever provokes Lin Daya, that mad cow, for no reason—if you die, you deserve it!”
“…”
Everyone present felt their bodies tense up, legs trembling. There was only one thought in their minds: never, ever offend Lin Daya.
She was someone who would truly kill.
“Hands like chicken claws, and you still held them.” One sentence from Lin Jinghong made Su Zhaoying want to fling her two miles away.
“…Can you act normal?”
“I have mad cow disease.” Lin Jinghong didn’t care at all. She spun the cleaver in her hand. “We’re getting the certificate tomorrow. Don’t forget.”
…Keep that cleaver away from me.
Su Zhaoying took a deep breath. “A forced melon isn’t sweet. We’re not suited for each other. You…”
“Don’t worry about that. I like bitter ones too.”
“??”
“Or do you think tomorrow is too soon? How about this—I’ll give you a month to think it over properly. I’ll also prepare the bride price.” Lin Jinghong waved her hand carelessly. “I definitely won’t let you suffer any grievances.”
I’m truly speechless.
The veins on Su Zhaoying’s forehead were jumping. You really do have mad cow disease.
He didn’t even have a chance to say more. Lin Jinghong had already gone back into the courtyard and shut the door.
Lin Erjun and the others chased over, hiding to the side while watching the two talk before shrinking their necks and entering the courtyard.
Once they were all inside, four heads turned in unison. “Youth Su, don’t offend someone with mad cow disease.”
They were scared too.
Su Zhaoying…
Speechlessness is my mother tongue.
Lin Jinghong became famous in a single battle, thoroughly conquering Qingyan Brigade.
Everyone both hated and feared her.
She’d even go for her own grandmother’s life—a wicked wretch, unfilial, a beast without human decency.
Many people cursed her behind her back.
But not a single one had the guts to say a word to her face.
The door to Lin Jinghong’s room closed, and Lin Erjun and Li Dongxiang were filled with worry.
Little did they know the room was completely empty.
At that very moment, Lin Jinghong was laughing like a maniac inside the Spatial Dimension, running wild.
Her one mu of land in the Spatial Dimension had become ten mu, and the dark, fertile soil was covered with golden, golden rice.
She darted through the rice paddies, running like a madwoman.
Rich, rich—this wave was totally worth it.
But how was she supposed to thresh all this rice? Asking online, kind of urgent.
She plopped down by the spirit spring, propping her chin on her hand in thought. The next moment, she saw the rice in the fields automatically harvest and thresh itself like magic.
White rice piled up on the ground.
Heavens above!
Lin Jinghong shot straight up. “What a waste! No, stop! Stop!”
The fantastical movements in the Spatial Dimension halted, but in just that brief moment, several hundred catties of rice had already piled up on the ground.
A gleaming white mound, with the bottom layer scattered across the dirt.
Ow!
Lin Jinghong’s heart ached. After letting out a few howls of anguish, she suddenly remembered that rice in this era was always mixed with pebbles or dirt—nothing like the rice of later generations.
If it was too troublesome to clean for her own family, she could always trade it away.
In an instant, her heartache vanished. But the rice in the fields… what?!
Lin Jinghong’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The spot where she had just harvested had already automatically replenished itself with heavy, drooping stalks of rice.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously, then turned back to look at the rice that was still there.
With a thud, she dropped to her knees. “Dear father in heaven, please accept your daughter’s bow.”
Then she kowtowed, bang bang bang.
Heavens…?
With such an incredible Spatial Dimension at her disposal, Lin Jinghong declared she wasn’t worried in the slightest.
She stepped out and collapsed into bed, falling asleep immediately.
Day after day, dealing with all those troublesome relatives was exhausting—mentally and physically draining.
She slept straight through until evening, when she was woken up by hunger.
“Mom? You’re still awake?” She got up and saw a faint kerosene lamp glowing in the main room.
The woman was sitting there, mending clothes.
“Not yet. I thought you might wake up—are you hungry? I saved some food for you.” Li Dongxiang’s smile was especially gentle under the dim kerosene light.
She set down her needle and thread, got up, and went to fetch the food kept warm in the pot by the stove.
Sweet potato porridge, one egg, and two coarse grain cakes.
No meat.
Lin Jinghong frowned. “I remember there was still a bit of meat and cracklings left.”
“I’m saving them. We already had a meal of meat today—we’ll eat them again in a few days.”
“They’ll go bad in a few days,” Lin Jinghong said.
There was no refrigerator; how could it last that long?
And this wasn’t a festival or special occasion. Forget eating meat every few days—even having meat once a month was a luxury. Even city folks wouldn’t dare eat like that.