[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-184":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290482,4478,"Chapter 184: Joyful Village","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>The rice server held a glowing iron skewer, staring at Chu Er: “That bearded man isn’t a cultivator at all—if he isn’t a cultivator, why did he come to Kucaizhuang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the daytime fight, the rice server had noticed Li Banfeng’s cultivation base was unusual; he didn’t know Li Banfeng’s purpose for coming to Kucaizhuang, but that fight had severely shaken his standing here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was just a rice server, he cherished his position deeply—he held considerable power in Kucaizhuang, responsible not only for serving food but also for grain distribution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just tell me his name—that’s all I want to know.” The rice server advanced with the skewer, and Chu Er’s body trembled uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To say she wasn’t afraid was a lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er bit her lip, eyes bloodshot, screaming: “Come on! Come at me! Burn me here! See if I’m scared! If you don’t dare, you’re a bastard born of trash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those around her were stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this woman be so insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s a second-floor cultivator—but if they really sear her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just her name they’re asking—why won’t she say it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er didn’t understand Li Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing she knew was that Li Qi didn’t want anyone to know him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little girl, you’ve got guts. I’ve got over a dozen skewers—I’ll take my time with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m warning you—if your honor gets ruined, you won’t even count as a woman anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s fine. Cultivators shouldn’t have so many thoughts. If you’re truly this stubborn, don’t scream later!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er didn’t scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rice server screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“AHHHH!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He screamed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron skewer in the rice server’s hand was kicked by Li Banfeng, slamming straight into his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The searing iron burned from his brow to his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men had come to ambush Li Banfeng; seeing him appear suddenly and scorch the rice server, the cultivators all turned and fled, scrambling back into Baishiguan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the rice server remained, knocked flat by Li Banfeng’s two kicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stepped on the rice server’s chest, holding the skewer, asking calmly: “You just said ‘ruin the honor’—what is honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rice server’s voice trembled: “Honor… it’s just honor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er spat: “Honor is something on your body.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something on your body?” Li Banfeng stared at the rice server for a long moment. “Where’s your honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rice server didn’t know how to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er whispered: “He doesn’t have an honor…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t understand: “You said honor is something on the body—why doesn’t he have one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a man. Men don’t have honor…” Chu Er’s voice grew even quieter, so soft she could barely hear herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Men don’t have honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was deeply shocked by this answer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It just doesn’t exist…” Chu Er didn’t even know what she was saying anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really doesn’t exist?” Li Banfeng looked at the man on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Really doesn’t!” The man shook his head frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng raised the skewer: “Then let me open one for you—how about that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er froze in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rice server begged for mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sizzling, thick smoke rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rice server’s wails were deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po Po watched from afar, making no move to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as no one died, she wouldn’t interfere with suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This counts as cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The honor was opened. The rice server didn’t die—he slept peacefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng muttered to himself: “Should I start calling him Auntie now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er was still hanging from the wooden post, looking down at Li Banfeng: “Did you come to save me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t know how to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t come to save Chu Er—he’d come to cause trouble at Baishiguan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Chu Er had just held firm, preferring to destroy her honor rather than reveal Li Banfeng’s name—this changed his impression of her slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll deceive her once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Li Banfeng looked at Chu Er and nodded seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he pulled down his hat brim and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came to save me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one word carried immense weight for Chu Er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone in this world still cared about her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Li Banfeng’s retreating back, Chu Er whispered through tears: “You came to save me—why didn’t you take me down?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er was still hanging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng hurried back and untied her from the post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forgot. I completely forgot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he undid the ropes, Li Banfeng couldn’t help asking: “Do you have an honor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Chu Er whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What woman doesn’t?!” Chu Er could no longer bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng thought of the pendulum and earrings, then shook his head: “Not necessarily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honglian and the wine gourd probably had them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife has a door—the cabinet door of the machine box—does that count?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er wiped the blood from her face and said to Li Banfeng: “When we get back to Lüshuicheng, I’ll take you to a hospital…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest here for now. I’ll go get them to bathe.” Li Banfeng walked toward Baishiguan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stroked the teapot and murmured: “Brother, you know the water temperature I want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young brother, you’re pushing it this hard—Ku Po Po won’t let you off easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let her not forgive me—that’s fine. She won’t kill me. As long as she kicks me out of Kucaizhuang, anywhere’s better than here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng leapt onto the roof. Soon, muffled wails rose from inside the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po Po, where are you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aren’t you the one who forbids people in the village to bathe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I broke the rules again—hurry up and kick me out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Ku Po Po didn’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn the next day, when breakfast time came, everyone held their bowls, waiting expectantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former rice server couldn’t cook anymore—he was now an Auntie, still recovering on a straw mat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t cook, but Li Banfeng could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er chopped wood, lit the fire, fetched water, washed the rice—Li Banfeng managed the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s breakfast was porridge, still with bitter greens—but no sand in the porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baishiguan had no shortage of grain; for lunch, everyone ate full bowls of rice until satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At night, it was porridge again—but this time, there was meat. Li Banfeng took out ten cans, emptied them into the porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This meal was delicious. The cultivators, whose faces had always been green with bitter greens, showed their first hint of color.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po Po stood outside Baishiguan, her eyelid twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You think this will make me let you go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How far will you push this madness?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s worse to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the night, Li Banfeng asked the wine gourd: “What’s the strongest liquor in the world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young brother, that’s hard to say—how strong do you want it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can one jin of liquor knock out sixty men?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” The wine gourd answered with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t make the taste too heavy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I can make them taste no alcohol at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng smiled: “We’ll have porridge again tomorrow morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Baishi Hall served porridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing two bowls of porridge, a woman suddenly burst into tears: “If I hadn’t been tricked by that man, I’d never have come to this place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman was Qian Jiafeng. Her family had once been well-off, just like Yanzi—she too had been betrayed by a faithless man, left with nothing but despair, and became a cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man sat beside Qian Jiafeng and asked softly: “What kind of man was he?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Ou Haidong. In Kucai Zhuang, his dwelling was near hers; they often looked out for each other, but according to Kucai Zhuang’s rules, no one asked about each other’s past, so he knew little of Qian Jiafeng’s history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng sniffled: “He’s the most shameless man on earth. He came to my home as a tutor, used his two or three poems to deceive me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When my father found out, he threw me out. I still wanted to live with him, but he immediately found someone else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong sighed: “Stop crying. It’s not worth shedding tears for a man like him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to embrace Qian Jiafeng, but a middle-aged woman came over with a bowl of porridge: “Let me tell you, not a single man is good—they’re all heartless and cruel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she tipped her bowl and drained it in one gulp!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A middle-aged man nearby leaned in, blushing: “That’s not fair—I’m a decent man.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!” The woman spat. “Stay away from me. I don’t trust any of you men!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a man,” the porridge-serving uncle said, sipping his porridge while crying, “I really am a man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man chuckled: “They say you’ve got a door—show me. I’ve never seen one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout Baishi Hall, cries and laughter merged into one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po stood before Baishi Hall, her eyelid twitching again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. Let’s see how far you’ll go mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three days of free porridge, everyone returned home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Li Banfeng and Chu Er didn’t go home—they followed Qian Jiafeng to her dwelling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng lowered his voice: “Are you sure there’s something between them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er nodded: “Last time I came to Kucai Zhuang, they kept exchanging glances—but neither dared break the window paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng looked at Chu Er with disdain: “You never went to school, did you? Window paper isn’t ‘broken’—it’s poked through!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er blinked for a moment: “Are you talking about the window or the door?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two waited a short while, then Ou Haidong arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er had predicted he’d come: “Every time the porridge ends, he comes to Qian Jiafeng’s place to help tidy up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng glanced at Chu Er: “Why did you come to Kucai Zhuang—to cultivate or to watch spectacles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er lowered her head: “I just happened to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chu Er in Kucai Zhuang was a different person from the one in Lüshui City. Li Banfeng didn’t know which was her true nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the room was tidied. Qian Jiafeng offered Ou Haidong tea. He was a proper gentleman—he drank one cup, then rose to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng saw him to the door, then suddenly spotted a woman standing outside, her face scarred and expression sinister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng shuddered. Ou Haidong quickly stepped in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the girl who got beaten before, aren’t you?” Ou Haidong recognized Chu Er. “We dare not offend the porridge server. We can’t help you—but we never hurt you either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er looked at Ou Haidong, then at Qian Jiafeng: “Is there really nothing between you two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong’s expression turned solemn: “I live with integrity. I never deny what I’ve done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. I believe you.” Chu Er turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng trembled for a long time: “She—how terrifying she is!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong’s face grew grave: “This woman is pitiful, but she seems mad. She might come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng gripped Ou Haidong’s hand: “I—I’m scared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong said: “Don’t worry. I’ll stand guard outside your door—all night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Outside the door…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong lowered his head: “I won’t enter your room. You can rest easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed right outside her door, guarding for over half an hour, until Qian Jiafeng came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about another cup of tea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Ou Haidong took a deep breath. “You should rest early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just… one more cup of tea…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ou Haidong thought for a moment, then nodded: “Alright.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drank another cup of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This tea was special—it contained alcohol, but he couldn’t taste it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alcohol was good: it strengthened yang and heightened desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They drank several more cups. Suddenly, Ou Haidong reached out and touched Qian Jiafeng’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Jiafeng seized his hand and pulled him into the inner room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng and Chu Er crouched by the window, watching intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, Li Banfeng signaled Chu Er to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He signaled again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er’s temples bulged with veins—still she didn’t leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pinched her buttock. Chu Er yelped—painful, yet strangely satisfying—and reluctantly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Chu Er kept complaining: “I went through all that trouble tonight, and you won’t even let me watch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know where that middle-aged woman lives?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know where, but what’s so interesting about her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand… it’s beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they exchanged thoughts, they headed to the next house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po watched them from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine. I’ll let you go mad. Let’s see you—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No more watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po could no longer bear it. The next day, she beat Li Banfeng soundly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng didn’t mind—he treated it as a way to toughen his sinews and bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hammering Li Banfeng, Ku Po returned to her dwelling and began picking bitter greens, one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d picked half the basket when she heard Li Banfeng’s loud laughter again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hohohoho! This place is great!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this madman planning now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ku Po threw the bitter greens into her basket and clenched her teeth hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Kucai Zhuang is turning into Happy Zhuang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2165,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a19bdd90960b4f8908c0d80f6b762466b53136bfeb9f869a0f31d3b6bee1fc4a","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-185","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-183",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]