After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 156: Thrilling

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Thrilling

Su Yu patiently explained, "It really works. Because of its alkalinity, plant ashes naturally have a certain insect repellent effect, and combined with the intensely spicy chili water, those little insects won’t be able to stand such irritation. In a few days, we should be able to eliminate the pests completely."

With this answer, the villagers immediately sprang into action, fearing that even a minute’s delay could lead to greater losses. They scattered in all directions, preparing to implement the plan.

Su Yu appeared even more composed. Considering the river water had become turbid due to the rain, making it difficult to fish, and since she had no other urgent matters at hand, she decided to first head home to prepare.

Carrying the lotus leaf tips given to her by Sister-in-law He, she returned home. She first changed out of her muddy clothes and socks, then briefed Jiang Ziling in detail about the situation, and subsequently began preparing the chili water.

In this village, far removed from the noise of the world, dry plants were the most common resource, and Su Yu quickly gathered a large basketful.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she lit a fire right in the middle of her own courtyard, planning to burn the materials to make the insect repellent. However, the thick smoke soon drew the complaint of her neighbor, Lady Zhao, who stood at her doorway, incessantly grumbling. The nagging voice echoed over the courtyard.

Su Yu’s gaze was like icy needles, giving the woman about to speak a mere glance, which made her abruptly fall silent.

Towering warnings from Su Yu’s past echoed in Lady Zhao’s mind, hammering down on her heart like a heavy blow.

For the peace of her precious grandson, despite feeling a thousand kinds of reluctance and myriad grievances, Lady Zhao had no choice but to silently endure. She turned around shakily, slowly closing the door, as if to shut out the imminent storm outside.

Fang Qin stood there with a penetrating gaze, her dissatisfaction boiling in her eyes, fixed intently on the tightly shut door.

The tranquility of the early morning was disturbed by a pungent smoke that dragged her back to reality from her dreams. Beside her, Dazhuang was also continuously coughing from the sudden smoke, his little face turning bright red.

This intense smoke was clearly unsettling not just one person’s dreams. So she stepped out over the threshold, intending to glimpse Lady Zhao’s reaction, but unexpectedly found herself a frontrow spectator of the drama yet to unfold, secretly guessing why the usually imposing grandmother was retreating so timidly today.

Humph, the grandmother might fear Su Yu, but she, Fang Qin, did not have the slightest fear.

With this thought, she hugged Dazhuang tightly and walked determinedly towards the center of the yard. Her unkempt hair flew in the wind, adding a touch of recklessness to her frenzied appearance. Paired with her angry, round eyes, she seemed like a fierce demon reincarnated, full of overwhelming ferocity.

"Burning these things in the courtyard early in the morning, what exactly are you up to..."

Before Fang Qin could finish her question, she saw Su Yu holding a stick to stoke the fire, giving it a light wave. The stick, carrying the burning plants, came whizzing toward her like a fiery serpent.

Fang Qin’s heart tightened, and she instinctively protected Dazhuang in her arms, swiftly turning to dodge.

But her bulky body was clumsy in a crisis, and the burning plants briefly touched her back.

In that instant, her disheveled hair came into contact with the embers, instantly igniting blue flames. Fear electrified her body, nearly silencing her.

"Ah... Ah..."

Fang Qin’s shrill, piercing screams tore through the morning calm. She instinctively patted the flames on her body, panicking. In the midst of the chaos, Dazhuang was thrown forcefully to the ground, his cries piercing the air.

She could not attend to her son’s crying, feeling an unbearable burning all over her body as reason started to blur amidst excruciating pain.

She frantically slapped at the flames on her back, each attempt seemingly in vain as the blaze, like a ravenous beast, danced wildly on her.

Finally, after a desperate tumble, the greedy flames were decisively extinguished.

Aunt Zhou heard cries and, with her heart burning with urgency, rushed out of her house. The scene before her made her exclaim in astonishment, "Oh my heavens!" Her calls were mixed with heartache and panic as she quickly moved towards Dazhuang, who, although thin, was fortunate to have only a large bump swelling on his forehead, with no other serious harm.

Aunt Zhou embraced him in her arms, comforting him in a gentle voice.

Meanwhile, Fang Qin sat collapsed to one side, her tears mingling with snot continuously flowing, her originally smooth hair now largely devoured by the flames, leaving her looking exceptionally haggard.

Her eyes were vacant and terrified, clearly still immersed in the horrific experience on the edge of life and death, unable to extricate herself.

Although Aunt Zhou was reluctant to stir up waves with this woman deemed a "disaster star," the sight of the swelling on her grandson’s head ignited an anger in her that erupted like a volcano.

"You’ve got some nerve! To dare start a fire and injure people in broad daylight, do you think Willow Village is a place beyond the law?"

Her voice trembled, laden with uncontrollable rage.

At that moment, several pairs of curious eyes were peeking from atop the wall. Fang Qin’s screams had drawn their attention, and curiosity prompted them to crane their necks.

But Su Yu remained unmoved, casually stirring the remaining plant ashes, her tone full of disdain, "What’s the matter, do you all want to experience it too?"

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou immediately restrained her words, eyeing Su Yu with a guarded look until the fire was completely extinguished. Then she spoke again, her voice containing an unmistakable warning, "You girl, don’t go too far! Recklessly harming others, be careful, or we will report you to the government!"

In the midst of extreme panic, Fang Qin was in a daze. Hearing the words "report to the government," it was like a bolt of lightning had cleared the confusion, jolting her awake.

"Yes, Mother, let’s report to the government... she almost killed me, the government won’t let her off."

In her memory, Fourth Lady’s vague prophecy suddenly became clear, saying her fate was full of hardships. Could all this truly be coming true? Her heart was filled with doubts and unease.

This matter was meant to dissipate like smoke in the long river of her memory but was abruptly awakened by this sudden disturbance. Fear, like a slumbering beast now violently awakened, gnawed at her heart again.

She had once brushed shoulders with the Grim Reaper, that heart-stopping moment as though Death’s scythe had gently brushed her neck, leaving a trace of coldness! In her eyes, all the roots of these events could be blamed on the woman named Su Yu.

Her presence hung over her head like a sharpened sword, constantly threatening her safety, instilling a desperate sense of dread as if each day might be her last.

Therefore, Fang Qin, with staggering steps, nearly fled from the courtyard, driven only by one thought—to seek help from the government, hoping to counter this invisible threat with a final struggle.

Seeing this, Su Yu only hooked her mouth into a slight, indifferent smile, as if Fang Qin’s actions were entirely within her expectations, her eyes unfazed.

"Through all the storms and strife of this world, I remain serene."

She thought to herself, letting Fang Qin go without fear or trepidation, calmly awaiting how the situation would unfold.

Aunt Zhou, however, was clapping her hands in approval. She felt it was time to teach Su Yu, this oblivious young girl, a lesson.

Having dared to raise her hand to Aunt Zhou in the past, Su Yu was now even more defiant. Aunt Zhou brooded over this deeply.