Chapter 60: The '60s Farm System (26)

"Pah! You stinking bitch! How dare you kick me! Just you wait!"

The pain in his upper thigh finally eased, and Zhao Sande steadied himself against a tree trunk to stand up, spat indignantly, and continued to curse loudly:

"Damn stinking bitch! Once I catch her, I'll definitely screw her to death! How dare she... Ugh!"

His mouth was tightly plugged by a lump of mud that had flown in from nowhere.

"Pah, pah, pah... What is this... so stinking..."

"Can it be any stinkier than your mouth? I actually think your mouth and this chicken shit go quite well together."

Xie Yang stood at the edge of the woods with her arms crossed, her eyes cold and icy as she looked down at him.

"What? Chicken shit?"

Zhao Sande used the dim natural light to get a clear look at the lump of mud he had spat out, discovering it really did contain chicken shit; no wonder it was so stinking.

He gagged a few times in disgust, then lunged toward Xie Yang.

"Stinking bitch! You ran into this yourself, don't blame me..."

"Boom—"

Xie Yang turned sideways and lifted her leg, kicking Zhao Sande out of the small woods; he flew a long way before crashing to the ground.

Before he could drag his injured leg to get up, Xie Yang stepped forward in a few strides, "Crack," "Crack," went two sounds as she dislocated Zhao Sande's arms, then she beckoned in one direction: "Come over and take your revenge."

"..."

Zhao Sande stared, dumbfounded, as the stinking bitch who had kicked his manhood and run off ten-odd minutes ago was now walking toward him step by step.

Fu Rongrong gripped a wooden stick tightly in her trembling hands.

"St-stinking bitch, what are you doing! I haven't even settled the score with you for kicking me! You still dare to come back and hit me?"

Zhao Sande dragged his two dislocated arms and shifted backward defensively, but before he could crawl away—

"Ah— stop! You damn woman, stop! Ah— woo!"

Xie Yang stuffed a lump of mud mixed with chicken shit into his mouth, successfully sealing his wailing and howling.

Once Fu Rongrong had vented her anger, Xie Yang kicked Zhao Sande, who was sprawled on the ground like a pile of mud: "You know what the consequences of being a hooligan are, right?"

Zhao Sande had first been kicked and had his leg injured, then had both arms dislocated, and now had been beaten severely; feeling the pain in every bone in his body, he had no strength left to resist, and he hissed through gritted teeth: "I... I don't know..."

"You don't know?"

"... I... I know."

"Do you know or not?"

"I... I know... Please, Auntie, spare my life! I... I won't ever be a hooligan again."

"Words are not proof."

"I... I can write a statement."

"You are literate?"

"No... I'm not literate, but I can sign my name and press my thumbprint."

"..."

Xie Yang found a piece of stationery, a fountain pen full of ink, and a box of red ink paste from the Main System, took them out via her basket, and then pulled out a flashlight to write a letter of self-criticism on Zhao Sande's behalf on the spot.

"Press your print!"

Zhao Sande shivered: "I... my arms have no strength."

Xie Yang went *crack-crack*, and popped his dislocated arms back into place.

Zhao Sande no longer had any thoughts of resistance in his heart and obediently pressed his thumbprint on the self-criticism letter.

Xie Yang put the self-criticism letter away: "I will keep this letter. If I ever hear that you've done something bad again, this letter will be sent to the Commune. You know what the consequences for hooliganism are; don't give me a reason to send this letter out."

"..."

Zhao Sande felt utterly desperate.

Is this even a woman? Is this a female demon star?

But those who know the times are heroes; no matter what Xie Yang said, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I guarantee I will absolutely never be a hooligan again!"

"Not just being a hooligan, you aren't allowed to do other petty, thieving things either!"

"..."

She wants to control this too?

Zhao Sande twitched his mouth, hissing in pain: "Fine, fine, fine, I won't do anything."

"It's not that you won't do anything; you still have to go to work! Labor is the most glorious thing, understand?"

"..."

Zhao Sande was about to cry; even his own parents didn't dare to control him like this!

But he didn't dare not to agree: "I know, I know..."

"And also..."

"Why is there more?" Zhao Sande muttered with a mournful face.

"You want to bargain?" Xie Yang raised an eyebrow.

Zhao Sande shivered in fear, his bones aching even more: "No, no, no... Auntie, you speak! I will definitely listen!"

"You must handle the aftermath of the bad things you did today yourself. I don't want to hear any messy rumors. I will come to Majia Gully to visit periodically, and once I hear..."

"I absolutely won't spread any rumors! Whoever dares to spread them, I'll destroy them!"

He couldn't afford to offend the female demon star, but could those gossiping women in the village ride on his head?

Only then did Xie Yang let him go.

Meeting violence with violence is not the most ideal solution.

But in this backward era where gossip can force a woman to her death, it is a relatively safe and appropriate method.

Fu Rongrong had vented her pent-up anger, and the knot in her heart had surely loosened quite a bit.

Having been beaten up and left behind a letter of self-criticism sufficient to constitute the crime of hooliganism, Zhao Sande should not dare to trouble Fu Rongrong, and instead would likely help suppress those rumors unfavorable to her.

Emerging from Majia Gully, the sky had turned completely dark.

Fu Rongrong looked at the pitch-black road ahead, then looked at Xie Yang, who had made her feel at ease the whole way, and Zhao Wanqing, who had been following them, and mustered the courage to ask, "It's dark now, do you... want to stay at my place for the night?"

Xie Yang smiled at her: "It's fine, I have a flashlight, the rest of the road isn't far, so I won't disturb your family. But don't worry, I will see you home first."

Fu Rongrong's cheeks flushed bright red, and she nearly bit her own tongue: "I, I can go back by myself."

Although she was indeed a bit afraid of traveling at night, the thought that she had beaten up Zhao Sande bolstered her courage; besides, she was still clutching the wooden stick the heroine had found for her.

Xie Yang didn't mind the extra time, but Zhao Wanqing...

She turned her head to look at Zhao Wanqing: "Are you in a hurry?"

Zhao Wanqing finally snapped out of it and hurriedly shook her head: "I'm not in a hurry. Let's see her home together, then go back together."

Anyway, she definitely didn't want to go back to the brigade alone.

Not to mention it being dark, even if it weren't, she would still feel flustered traveling alone.

Having finally run into a powerhouse like Xie Yang, how could she possibly part ways with her?

"Alright then, let's go together."

Xie Yang and Zhao Wanqing soon escorted Fu Rongrong to the Qianjin Brigade.

Only when they had walked to within twenty or thirty meters of the Fu household did Xie Yang stop and say to Fu Rongrong: "Go on, I'll light the way for you, and I'll leave once I see you enter the house."

"Thank you!" Fu Rongrong didn't know what to say, her fingers twisting the corner of her shirt, "Um, thank you so much for today!"

"No need to thank me," Xie Yang said, "You don't need to fear retaliation from Zhao Sande; we have leverage over him. As for others, they might spread some unpleasant words, but when that happens, come find me, and we'll think of a way together. In short, the road is walked by people! Even if it's a muddy path covered in thorns, as long as we dare to walk and dare to forge ahead, we will eventually be able to walk out onto a broad, smooth road!"

"Mm!"

Fu Rongrong nodded vigorously, her eyes unable to stop from welling up.

The heroine spoke so well!

The road is walked by people!

She didn't rely on those people outside for food or clothing, so what was there to fear from them!

Even if she were talked about a bit, so what? She wouldn't lose a piece of flesh.

Thinking this way, the gloom in her heart completely dissipated.

"Thank you!" Fu Rongrong smiled lightheartedly, "I'm going home! You two hurry back too! Tomorrow I'll go to the Yuewan Brigade to see you!"

"Okay!"