Chapter 7: In Dreams, She Was As Alluring As A Succubus

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Liu Caixia’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment. “I... I was just letting you all have a taste.” Lin Yu was sharp in these matters. Earlier that morning, Brother Shen had said he had something wrong with his eyes—well, he did. With that innocent look on his face, he was everywhere trying to charm people. What use was good looks if one’s character was lacking? He wouldn’t even look at him, let alone Brother Shen, who disliked him even more.

Without beating around the bush, Lin Yu said, “Liu Zhiqing, you should keep such a precious thing for yourself. Besides, Brother Shen isn’t looking for a partner right now. Forget about that idea. I saw you chatting and laughing with Ma Zhiming. Why don’t you take it to him?”

Liu Caixia hadn’t expected Lin Yu to have noticed her chatting with Ma Zhiming. Her expression stiffened abruptly, then she gave an awkward smile and said, “Since you don’t like it, I’ll just head back for now.”

Before Lin Yu could respond, she quickly turned and walked toward the Zhiqing point.

She felt she was doing nothing wrong. Was she not allowed to be choosy about suitors? She intended to cast a wide net and catch whichever fish was bigger.

It was rather effective after all—at least someone was helping her with the farm work.

Xie Beishen’s clothes clearly marked him as a young master from a wealthy family.

He looked dignified and handsome, his features sharp, but beneath his striking appearance was an aloofness that kept strangers at a distance. Every time she tried to get close, he would ignore her.

Though momentarily disappointed, she quickly composed herself and went to Ma Zhiming’s room.

This man looked cultured and refined. Once back in the city, he would surely have a good future. Being unable to work didn’t mean much; she wasn’t able to do much work herself.

When they met, Liu Caixia shyly said, “Brother Zhiming, I bought some pastries today and brought some over for you.”

Ma Zhiming, feeling frustrated earlier, brightened upon seeing the food and took the pastries with a smile. “Thanks, Caixia. How about we share some together?”

Liu Caixia glanced around shyly. “Let’s go outside. It wouldn’t look good if people saw us.”

“Alright.”

They left the Zhiqing point one after the other.

Meanwhile, Lin Yu returned to his room with a bowl of noodles and told Xie Beishen what had happened.

Xie Beishen had already overheard their conversation outside earlier. Eating noodles, he said, “Hmm, next time if a woman comes to me, I’ll reject her just the same.”

Lin Yu added, “Tomorrow I’ll trade with the villagers for some eggs. There are only ten left today, so I’ll just cook all of them at once.”

Xie Beishen pulled 50 yuan and some ration tickets from his pocket. “Take a half-day off tomorrow to mail a package for me, and stop by the state-run restaurant to pack some food to bring back.”

Lin Yu munched on his noodles and mumbled, “Brother Shen, I haven’t finished spending what you gave me last time.”

Xie Beishen put the money on the table. “Take it. The busy farming season is coming soon. We need to eat better now. Tomorrow, buy more fine grains. Next time, asking for leave won’t be so easy.”

Lin Yu pocketed the money and smiled. “Brother Shen, you even know this kind of thing?”

Xie Beishen gave him a cold look, thinking how foolish the question was.

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At the Su family, Su’s mother specially slaughtered a chicken that evening to nourish her daughter. Though her cooking was average, the chicken soup was unusually delicious.

Su Heng was puzzled as to why his father hadn’t just assigned the chore of carrying manure to that guy directly. “Dad, why didn’t you just make that scoundrel do the manure duty today?”

Su’s father paused, putting down his chopsticks. “Someone who only works four centimeters a day—how could he endure the hardships of reclaiming land? Cutting shrubs, digging up roots, moving stones—don’t think converting mountain land into farmland is easy.”

“Being under the scorching sun, getting bitten by poisonous insects and snakes—that’s common. And with Biaozi supervising, he won’t get a moment’s rest. Making him carry heavy manure is only a matter of time. We have to do it step by step without giving him any excuse.”

He wanted to teach his daughter a lesson and knew that if the guy thought he could take it easy, he was deluded.

He had to send him to the farm for reform, so that in the future, even carrying manure would be a luxury he couldn’t afford.

Su Heng nodded. His father had a plan. He hastened his meal, put down his chopsticks, and said, “I’m stepping out for a bit. I’ll be back soon.” With that, he left.

He grabbed a sack from home, took a firewood stick from the kitchen, weighed it in his hand, and headed toward the Zhiqing point.

Taking a secluded path, avoiding populated areas, he hid behind a big tree at the back of the Zhiqing point.

This path was the only way the Zhiqing went to the toilet. He intended to beat him so badly that he’d never dare use this spot again.

Unless that guy didn’t need to go tonight.

He waited for two hours, finally spotting the man and grew furious, even more so when he realized he’d been bitten by many mosquitoes.

He decided to hit harder.

Under cover of night, he threw the man into the sack.

A stick struck his leg.

Ma Zhiming screamed, collapsing to the ground, “Ah... who’s there? Help me...!”

The place was close to the Zhiqing point, so he decided to end it quickly—fast and merciless blows everywhere except the head.

Ma Zhiming cried out repeatedly, curling up and groaning in surrender.

Su Heng quickly fled into the woods, mindful not to beat him too badly—if he was too injured, he couldn’t work the next day.

He planned to visit him with beatings every few days.

At that moment, the people at the Zhiqing point heard the noise and came rushing over, hearing the groans inside the sack, with Ma Zhiming repeatedly saying, “Murder... murder...”

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