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Chapter 377

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There was a stream that flowed around the village, and it was like a woman's eyes were full of life. The roosters crowed at the entrance of the village, and then there was a young miss squatting by the stream to wash clothes. Because of her posture, her figure was even more graceful. The wooden mallet gently hit the clothes on the stone. She didn't dare to use too much force, and when she was tired, she would rest for a while. She reached out with a slender finger to brush away the black hair that covered her face. When it was wet, it stuck to her forehead and cheeks. Occasionally, she would be lost in thought, looking at the reflection of her face in the water.

Ripples would ripple out, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Poor people couldn't afford a bronze mirror. To her, this item was too flashy and impractical. Even though everyone within ten li said that she was beautiful, she didn't feel that she was beautiful anywhere. It was better to praise You Song's good fortune as a boy and a girl. This made her happier. She lightly exhaled, coming back to her senses, and continued to hit the white and sparse clothes. She didn't dare to wash clothes when there were many people around, especially those that were close to her body. She always felt embarrassed. Also, there were some idle and lazy men in the village, no matter if they were young or old, they would shamelessly squat by the stream and point at her. Some of the village women were naturally unhappy, calling her a fox spirit behind her back. If there was a man from their family who was shameless enough to stand by the stream, they would definitely mock her with a few words. She sighed slightly and saw a red embroidered dudou. It was probably because that part of her was too burdensome, and it was always propped up. Therefore, compared to the clothes she wore outside, the needle and thread were sparse to a point that made her blush. The young miss hurriedly used the wooden mallet to hit it a few times. She thought about quickly washing it clean and drying it in the room. She laughed self-mockingly. Wasn't it just two pieces of meat? She really didn't know why the men were always staring at her. She wanted to be born as small as possible.

She had always felt sorry for her husband's family and had never complained. In fact, even the harshest villagers knew that this poor girl had not done anything wrong to Old Zhao's family. A thin girl who should have married into a rich family and enjoyed a good life had done farm work that many men found tiring. Once, a few wanderers from outside the village had sneaked into her courtyard and stole her undergarments that were hung on a bamboo pole to dry. Little Miss, who had never been angry with anyone, had gone crazy and chased them to the neighboring village with a desperate stance. A few older elders in the village finally could not stand it anymore and called their sturdy juniors. Half of the village carried hoes and finally understood the matter. They could only remember that this girl had tightly gripped her undergarments and sat on the ground crying silently. She did not scold anyone and just cried silently.

From then on, she would rather dry her clothes later, and only set up a pole to slowly dry them in the ventilated room of her home. In the following years, the Right Pine Forest became her sky. Fortunately, the child who had lost his father when he was young did not let her down. Even This Old Man, who was very knowledgeable, was willing to let the child take some books home. If a normal child dared to touch This Old Man's private collection of books, their little hands would be beaten into steamed buns by this Old Man. The elders in the village all said that in the future, she could rely on her son to rise in status, and that the hard times would end and the good times would come.

Lil 'Miss was putting clothing piece by piece into a bamboo basket. She suddenly turned her head and saw an unexpected male standing quite far away. At this time, she was holding a blue fan-shaped tube top embroidered with flowers. Her pretty face instantly flushed red and she unconsciously glared. How could this person be so unrestrained in his conduct? Yesterday, she had thought that he might be a traveling young master from a prestigious family. Did he not know what it meant to be indecent to look at?! To think that she had mistakenly thought that he was elegant!

Lil 'Miss, who was angry from embarrassment, saw the embarrassed expression of the man with the saber. He seemed to want to explain something, but in the end, he did not want to reveal what he was trying to hide. He could only turn his head and let her hide her personal items in the bamboo basket. Lil 'Miss paused slightly. This young master seemed to be blushing? Only then did her expression ease slightly. This was a man who knew shame. Compared to those rascals who liked to talk lasciviously, he was slightly better. But what did he come to this village for? Lil 'Miss hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket and put it behind her. Maybe it was that the young master with the saber had turned his head away that gave her the courage to look him in the eye. She might be a woman of the village, but she knew the illnesses of rich families. Those sons of rich families who spent lavishly may not have better personalities than the rascals of the village. This young master who had squatted on the mud wall to eat sugar-coated haws and played with the Right Pine Forest shouldn't be a bad person. But if he thought that she was a woman that could be teased at will, she dared to slap him.

Hsu Fengnian slowly turned his head and calmly said, "Later, no matter what happens, if you see Right Pine, take him back to the village."

The sound of horse hooves sounded without warning and broke the tranquility of the little village. Smoke still curled up from the chimneys and the barking of yellow dogs followed.

She is the prettiest in the dozen or so villages nearby. We all call her Weaver Xu. She is a widow. Her parents-in-law and mother-in-law are also lying in their coffins. She has no one to rely on. In these years, she probably hasn't been taken by any wild men. Her body is very clean. I guarantee that the general will take a fancy to her! "

The leader of the group, who could be considered a minor official at Tumbling Horse Pass, looked carefully at the girl from head to toe and nodded in satisfaction. He wondered why he hadn't heard of such a wild flower in Liuxi Village before. If he had known earlier, it wouldn't have been anyone's turn to make a move!

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