Everyone present froze as if struck by lightning, their breathing momentarily stopping.
He Shiyi—who usually spoke softly, who had never quarreled with anyone— not only knew how to fight, she knew how to curse too.
And when she fought, she held nothing back.
When she cursed, every word cut deep.
Wu Fengshou, having been verbally shredded by his fiancée in front of everyone, couldn’t save face.
He raised his hand to slap her.
“Cheap slut! You’ve got some nerve—how dare you curse me! I’ll slap you to death!”
His palm was just about to land on He Shiyi’s face.
But He Shiyi had already gotten used to hitting people.
She lifted her leg and kicked him squarely in the chest.
“Who do you think you are, giving me face?! You cheated before marriage, crawled into the cornfield with He Cuihua, and you still dare hit me? I’ll kick you to death!”
Wu Fengshou was caught completely off guard.
Clutching his chest, he dropped straight onto the ground.
The crowd erupted in shock.
He Shiyi messing around with Fool Egg.
He Cuihua sneaking into the cornfield with Wu Fengshou.
Each revelation was bigger than the last.
Brigade leader Luo Lingfeng felt his heart sink.
His cold, stern face turned pale.
He Shiyi was a model youth in the Nanfeng Village production team.
Year after year, she was named a labor pacesetter.
Luo Lingfeng did not believe—absolutely did not believe—that she would mess around with Fool Egg.
But there she was at the scene.
Indifferent to the completely naked Fool Egg, reeking of foul stench herself.
That was something Luo Lingfeng couldn’t accept.
His mind exploded with a loud buzz.
Fire shot from his deep, sharp eyes.
Both hands clamped tightly onto Fool Egg’s arms, as if he wanted to twist them right off.
He roared, “Speak! Who flattened these corn stalks?!”
Fool Egg howled in pain.
His head was a mess—he didn’t know what to say.
He Shiyi hurriedly jumped off He Cuihua and ran behind Luo Lingfeng.
She craned her head toward Fool Egg and demanded sharply,
“Tell us—who gave you the candy and peanuts you ate?”
The moment food was mentioned, Fool Egg instantly sobered up.
He shouted loudly, “Sister Cuihua gave them to me!”
He Shiyi pressed on.
“Why were you not sleeping at night, running into the cornfield with He Cuihua?”
Still traumatized from being hit with a rock earlier, Fool Egg confessed honestly:
“Sister Cuihua taught me that, told me to ruin unconscious Little Sister Eleven’s reputation. I wanted to ruin Eleven, but Eleven hit me with a rock and knocked me out. Sister Cuihua felt sorry for me and gave me peanuts. She told me to finish the peanuts, then do that with her, and after that go ruin Eleven again.”
“Ah—!”
The crowd was so shocked their eyes nearly popped out.
At the same time, they sucked in a cold breath for He Shiyi.
One by one, mouths hung open—no sound came out.
The cornfield fell into deathly silence.
Wu Fengshou snapped back to his senses, blinking his rat-like eyes.
He kicked He Cuihua—who had just struggled to her feet—back onto the ground.
“You shameless bitch! Last time you knocked me out and dragged me into the cornfield, I didn’t even settle the score with you—and now you’re harming my Eleven again! I’ll kick you to death!”
He Cuihua went mad.
She tried to rush toward Fool Egg to slap him and shut his mouth.
But Luo Lingfeng blocked her path.
Panicked, she ran behind Fool Egg instead.
She punched, kicked, and twisted Fool Egg’s filthy backside wildly.
“The candy and peanuts were given to you by He Shiyi! The corn stalks were flattened by you and He Shiyi messing around! Why are you framing me? I’ll strangle you—twist you—kick you to death!”
Fool Egg jumped in pain and yelled,
“I don’t know how to do that! You taught me hand-over-hand! I’m not framing you!”
The crowd clicked their tongues in disbelief.
“My dear mother—does this count as assaulting a mentally disabled person? Isn’t this hooliganism?”
“She’s an unmarried girl—how can she have no sense of shame at all?”
“And she even tried to ruin that good, kind girl Shiyi. That’s a serious crime.”
The villagers were filled with righteous anger, pointing and shouting at He Cuihua.
Wu Fengshou seized the moment to clear himself again.
“She even harmed me. I spared her since we’re from the same village—I didn’t report it.”
He Cuihua was ashamed, furious, and terrified.
Her face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood.
Her body shook as she wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear.
“Wu Liangcai,” Luo Lingfeng ordered sharply,
“take the criminal He Cuihua to the commune’s armed department.”
Wu Liangcai led people away and dragged He Cuihua off.
Suddenly, Luo Lingfeng grew urgent.
He released Fool Egg’s arms, bent down, picked up the pair of long underwear Fool Egg had tossed near the grave mound.
He kicked Fool Egg flat on his face, then roughly yanked the underwear onto him, covering his private parts.
The movements were crude and swift.
He Shiyi watched in confusion.
She hurriedly searched her memories from her previous life.
Fool Egg was slow-minded and shameless.
When he got too hot, he would strip naked and wander around the village.
Every time Luo Lingfeng encountered him, he’d either mock him or scold him.
He’d dressed Fool Egg twice before.
The first time was when her former self was washing clothes by the river at the east end of the village.
Fool Egg shamelessly wandered over, naked.
She screamed in fright.
Luo Lingfeng appeared from nowhere, dark-faced and silent.
He kicked Fool Egg down and grabbed a freshly washed pair of dark blue Dacron pants from her former self, pulling them onto Fool Egg.
Fool Egg climbed up, water dripping from the pants, and ran off gleefully.
She was stunned.
When she got home, her father He Zhu scolded her harshly.
Those pants were the only decent pair her father owned— worn when visiting relatives to keep up appearances.
The second time was when her former self had bought a piece of old blue nylon cloth at the market and hurried home.
At the village entrance, Fool Egg was squatting naked, picking peas from the ground and eating them.
She blushed, flustered, not knowing where to go.
Luo Lingfeng appeared again, grabbed the cloth from her hands, wrapped it around Fool Egg, and kicked him back home.
When she returned home, she was scolded again.
That cloth money had been scraped together with great difficulty.
Her father was waiting for her to sew pants with it so he could wear them to handle important business in town.
From that point on, her former self harbored resentment toward Luo Lingfeng.
Unless absolutely necessary, she avoided him and barely spoke to him.
He Shiyi sized up the tall, broad-shouldered man before her.
Square face, bronze skin.
Thick sword-like brows, a straight, sharp nose.
Bright phoenix eyes, lips neither thin nor thick.
Handsome and commanding— nothing like a farmer bent over the soil.
Placed in the twenty-first century, he’d be a textbook mature heartthrob.
He Shiyi’s mind began to scheme.
She was about to live a poor, hard life in Nanfeng Village.
If she wanted to work less, earn more work points, and get more grain— it was absolutely necessary to butter up the brigade leader.
If I get closer to him, elevate his seniority, he’ll surely look after me as a junior.
He Shiyi acted immediately.
She didn’t bother checking whether her former self had any questionable history with him.
She brushed aside her bangs, curved her brows, and gave him a sweet smile.
“Uncle—”
A strange glint passed through Luo Lingfeng’s deep, sea-like eyes.
His face darkened.
“Uncle my ass! I’m only three years older than you.”
“Okay, Uncle Mao.”
He Shiyi answered loudly.
Luo Lingfeng: “…”
Has this girl been scared out of her mind by Fool Egg?