When the two of them dragged the beast back, they drew the attention of the villagers.
Auntie Zhou seemed to have forgotten about the morning incident, enviously looking at the big beast in Shih Leiâs hand, and started talking again: "Oh my, let me see, what did Big Stone catch? Itâs really big, probably even bigger than a tiger, right? You two probably canât finish all this meat, can you? Oh dear, my man hasnât come home today, not sure if he can catch enough for our family to eat today..."
The implication here is, are you looking to get a piece of the action?
But Shih Lei, hearing these words, immediately laughed: "Auntie Zhou, just as it happens I canât finish this myself, why donât we..."
Gu Shengyin saw the joyful look in Auntie Zhouâs eyes and faintly interjected: "Why not dry and cure the meat, it can last for a long time, and we can eat it slowly."
Auntie Zhouâs smile instantly froze on her face.
Shih Lei looked somewhat puzzled at Gu Shengyin, not understanding why she suddenly spoke.
However, upon her mentioning, the words Shih Lei initially intended to say were swallowed back.
Could it be that Ah Luan particularly likes this beastâs meat?
He thought about it; since Ah Luan likes it, then maybe itâs best not to share with Auntie Zhouâs family. What if thereâs not enough for Ah Luan?
"Letâs head back." Gu Shengyin said to Shih Lei, "Iâm a bit tired today."
On hearing Gu Shengyin say sheâs tired, Shih Lei quickly forgot everything else, and hastily asked, "Youâre tired? Is there anywhere uncomfortable? Does the wound still hurt? Letâs hurry back..."
Just like that, the two kept talking, leaving Auntie Zhou forgotten behind them.
Auntie Zhouâs chubby face was quite a sight; her lips trembled twice as she turned back and saw A Xiu at the door watching, finally stuttering out a curse: "Shameless wench, good-for-nothing relying on men, I see youâll have to depend on your man forever..."
A Xiu silently listened to this womanâs rant against her.
Over all these days, sheâs gotten used to it; whenever this woman is upset, she always comes back and takes it out on her.
Anyway, in her motherâs eyes, she was born to collect debts, wasnât she?
Whom she truly wanted to curse, A Xiu knew as well.
Itâs just that sheâs afraid to curse that person, so she borrows her to vent her anger ambiguously.
Why, even after transmigrating, is she still the oppressed one, the target of wrath?
A Xiu doesnât believe it; she doesnât believe she transmigrated all this way just to live a life of hardship in this mountain village.
Nor does she believe she will spend her whole life nestled in this small village, after a few years marrying an illiterate mountain man, then spend a lifetime never moving beyond this tiny piece of land.
She used to think she could rely on Qu Feiluan to get out, but people simply didnât care to pay her any attention.
If so, then she can only find a way herself.
She slowly lowered her gaze.
Seeing her like this made Auntie Zhou angry. Her daughter, although recently much more obedient, has become increasingly gloomy, always with a calm face thinking who knows what, giving people quite a scare.
"Standing here like a wooden post for what? Have you washed the clothes at home? Have you peeled the corn drying in the yard? Do you really think youâre a female bodhisattva, sitting around not working? No idle people are supported in this house..."