Feng Yiyi agreed to Zhang Jiaojiao’s request to go to the woods in the mountains to pick herbs, and Zhang Jiaojiao was overjoyed inside!
Thinking: Haha, those silver bracelets from Wang Ergou are mine.
I’ve wanted a pair for so long, but Mom wouldn’t buy them. Now, great, I’ll have them.
Feng Yiyi changed into casual clothes: a short jacket and long pants.
This outfit made Zhang Jiaojiao look down on her.
She curled her lip: Living in such a nice house, but dressed so shabbily.
Does this look attractive to Wang Ergou?
Like a man working in the fields.
“Feng Yiyi, don’t you have other dresses? This outfit is so ugly!”
Feng Yiyi picked up her backpack and sickle, “I’m going to pick herbs, not meet a lover. This is convenient!”
“But… but?”
“But what? You’re not trying to get me to meet a man, are you!
If so, I’m not going!” Feng Yiyi deliberately provoked Zhang Jiaojiao.
Zhang Jiaojiao’s face changed, “How could that be! I saw a patch of herbs.
I’m telling you out of consideration for you being my second uncle’s daughter; otherwise, I’d tell the village doctor to go pick them.”
Feng Yiyi snorted coldly, thinking: Humph! Act! Keep acting! See how long you can keep it up!
Today, I’ll make you, Zhang Jiaojiao, know what it means to reap what you sow!
For two silver bracelets, losing your humanity, ruining my life—you’re too wicked!
“Zhang Jiaojiao, hurry up and walk; don’t think of excuses to leave, like a headache, stomachache, or needing to pee.
If you need to pee, hold it; if you try to hide, I’ll throw you into the mountains to feed the wolves!” Feng Yiyi threatened.
This made Zhang Jiaojiao turn back; Feng Yiyi held a sickle, staring fiercely.
Thinking: Is this what they call “single blade to the rendezvous”?
Zhang Jiaojiao regretted it; no excuse, how could she run?
How to get Wang Ergou and her together?
She wanted to back out, “Ow, my foot!”
Zhang Jiaojiao deliberately twisted her foot, but it backfired—she really sprained it, hurting with every step.
Zhang Jiaojiao had never suffered like this.
So she started wailing “Ow, ow.”
Feng Yiyi almost laughed, thinking: Wanting to retreat now? Too late!
What were you doing earlier? Good plan, sprain your foot, but reality is cruel.
Feng Yiyi said concernedly: “Zhang Jiaojiao, don’t worry; I know medicine.
Your foot will be fine soon! Let me see!”
“What do you know? This is a hard injury! Need a doctor in town!” Zhang Jiaojiao sobbed.
“I recovered my memory; I learned medicine from my master before.”
Zhang Jiaojiao: “…”
Feng Yiyi finished, grabbed Zhang Jiaojiao’s foot, and twisted hard.
There was a “crack,” resetting the dislocation.
“Ah! Feng Yiyi, are you trying to kill me? It hurts so much!”
“Not trying to kill you, but you’re on the path to death!” Feng Yiyi said with amusement.
Zhang Jiaojiao changed her tune, starting to regret.
“Yiyi, let’s go back! Forget picking herbs!” Zhang Jiaojiao tried to back out.
“No, we’re here; almost there!”
“You must come back with me; don’t pick herbs. I might have the wrong place!” Zhang Jiaojiao panicked!
“Wrong place is fine; we’re by the mountain anyway. We’ll stroll around; maybe find something!”
Zhang Jiaojiao: “What a stubborn one! Ten oxen couldn’t drag her back!
Want to go? Go yourself; I’m not going anywhere. I’m going home!”
Feng Yiyi smiled, spotting a small black snake nearby—it was non-venomous.
She grabbed it by the seven inches, pointing the head at Zhang Jiaojiao’s face.
“Zhang Jiaojiao, I’m telling you, since you brought me here today, you have no way out.
You go if you want, or not—you’re going!” Feng Yiyi said coldly, with killing intent.
“Ah! Feng Yiyi, you’re not human; you’re a devil! Scaring me with a snake! I’m terrified of snakes!”
“Exactly because you’re terrified, I used the snake to bite you.
Hurry and walk; one more slow step, and I’ll put it in your clothes! Let it bite everywhere!”
“Ah!”
Then, Zhang Jiaojiao started jogging.
She regretted it deeply; why provoke this demoness?
Feng Yiyi thought: Little brat, fighting me? I could kill you!
These past few days, I haven’t done much at night except study Master Xuanchen’s martial arts manual.
Even without it, with my past life’s skills, dealing with you two novices is child’s play, more than enough.
With her photographic memory and childhood martial arts foundation, Feng Yiyi learned quickly, mastering it instantly.
Zhang Jiaojiao dared not say more, limping ahead.
Soon, they reached the designated spot.
Then, the woods echoed with three cuckoo calls.
Zhang Jiaojiao heard it—Wang Ergou was here.
That was their signal.
Hearing it, she should find an excuse to leave quickly.
Zhang Jiaojiao looked back; Feng Yiyi held the sickle in her left hand, the snake in her right.
Thinking: Wang Ergou, I can’t run!
“Zhang Jiaojiao, where are your herbs? Did they grow legs and run away, or wings and fly?” Feng Yiyi mocked.
Zhang Jiaojiao pretended to look around, as if searching, occasionally scratching her head.
“I think it’s right here!”
“Feng Yiyi, I need to pee; I’ll go in the woods for a bit!”
“Hold it; do it here!”
That shocked Zhang Jiaojiao; all urgency vanished.
Then, the cuckoo called again from the woods.
Feng Yiyi sneered, shouting: “You dead bird, cuckoo my ass! Come out, or I’ll chop your head off.
If Zhang Jiaojiao dares leave my side, I’ll strip her and throw her on Li Guanggun’s bed.”
Then, Wang Ergou emerged from the woods.
Seeing this, Zhang Jiaojiao bolted.
Feng Yiyi threw a small stone, hitting her acupoint; Zhang Jiaojiao couldn’t move.
Feng Yiyi set down her backpack.
“Ow, isn’t this the village rascal Wang Ergou? Coming here to rendezvous with Zhang Jiaojiao?”
“Rascal is rascal; why add ‘stinky’?”
“Because your reputation stinks!”
Wang Ergou grinned: “Yiyi sister, I’ve liked you for a long time.”
Done, his hands got restless, trying to hug Feng Yiyi.
Feng Yiyi grabbed his hands, channeling Master Xuanchen’s internal energy from the manual.
Then kicked him hard.
Her foot seemed to step on something; she looked—it was old stems of perilla leaves.
Looking up, Wang Ergou was gone.
Feng Yiyi scanned the area, “Not here!”
“Damn, where did I kick him! Next time, can’t kick like that; too troublesome, have to search after!”
Thinking: Master Xuanchen’s skills are too badass, divine strength!
So, Feng Yiyi searched around, but couldn’t find him after a long time.
“Zhang Jiaojiao, where did I kick Wang Ergou?”
Zhang Jiaojiao pointed far away.
She had seen Feng Yiyi kick; Wang Ergou flew like a ball…
Feng Yiyi regretted it; kicked too hard—who else does that!
Feng Yiyi followed Zhang Jiaojiao’s direction, walking about 200 meters, and saw Wang Ergou face-down in the mud.
“Wang Ergou, you came all this way; if I don’t do something meaningful, I’d be sorry for my legs. What do you say?”
Wang Ergou, a hero who doesn’t suffer losses, quickly got up and knelt.
He begged: “Grandma, I won’t dare again; I won’t eye you anymore!
It was all Zhang Jiaojiao who told me to get with you, so Lin Yida wouldn’t marry a used woman.
Then Lin Yida would be hers. It was that woman who harmed me.”