The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1188: The Days Will Be Lively, Won’t They?

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188: The Days Will Be Lively, Won’t They?

"Humph, you think I’d divorce you? Not a chance, but I can beat you three times a day, and if you dare to spread rumors outside, I’ll beat you so bad you won’t be able to get out of bed for three days!"

After a while, Madam Zhou’s face was already bloody from the beating, and Old Master Zhou finally stopped.

Rising to his feet, he flung his shoes to the ground and put them back on; then he turned to Madam Zhou and threatened her.

"Whimper."

Feeling the restraints on her body gone, Madam Zhou curled up into a ball, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Stay put right here, and if you dare make a scene in the yard again, I’ll kill you."

Old Master Zhou, hearing the commotion outside, felt it was time to leave, but he didn’t trust this woman, so he threatened her again.

But then he thought about it and felt it wasn’t enough; what if, after he had beaten her, she went mad and ran outside? He didn’t want to lose all his dignity.

Finally, a lightbulb went off, and he picked up Madam Zhou, dragged her to a chair, and tied her up with hemp rope.

Then he stuffed a wad of rags into her mouth and, satisfied, gave her one last look before turning and leaving the room. He locked the door from the outside when the people in the yard weren’t paying attention.

...

Out in the yard.

Watching Old Master Zhou leave the room and lock the door, Lin Caisang merely raised her hand and poured a cup of wine into the bowl in front of her.

"This Zhou family is no different from Liu Baixiao," she said, shaking her head.

"Elder Mr.Zhou actually thinks that hosting a wedding will bring them benefits in Ya Village?"

"If anything, it’ll make things worse," Ya Molian added, laughing lightly.

However, when Lin Caisang was about to lift the wine bowl to drink, he reached out and stopped her.

"Sang’er, I brought a few jars of wine from outside. You can drink as much as you like when we get home," he offered.

Meaning, it’d be best not to drink the Zhou family’s wine, because they were not here to celebrate.

Hearing this, Lin Caisang slightly furrowed her brow and put down the wine bowl.

"Then I won’t drink it."

What she wanted most was to see Elder Mr.Zhou’s face turn as black as the bottom of a pot, and now she had seen it.

In fact, she found it hilarious to watch his gloomy face ever since she entered the yard, figuring that Elder Mr.Zhou still believed that hosting a wedding in Ya Village might bring them some advantages?

"I suppose the Zhou family’s future days will be quite lively?"

Feng Yurui was not someone easy to deal with, and after Madam Zhou’s display in front of so many people today, it would be odd if Feng Yurui showed the Zhou family any kindness in the future.

And she noticed that Lie Ming clearly threw Madam Zhou out of the bridal room on purpose.

"A bit of liveliness is good, isn’t it?" Ya Molian asked her in response.

Surprised, she paused for a moment.

"Indeed," she agreed with a nod.

But it’s not like she didn’t want the Zhou family to be lively; the livelier it got, the happier she was.

...

In another room, when Lie Ming returned and told Feng Yurui what had happened outside, there was not a hint of surprise on her face, as if Madam Zhou’s actions had nothing to do with her.

"Rui’er, how can you... not be angry?" Lie Ming asked her.

Hearing this, Feng Yurui looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, and asked.

"Isn’t this exactly what we expected? What’s there to be angry about?"