Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 115 Want to bully her man?

Those were some really harsh words; they hit Lai Ziliu right where it hurts.

This guy is almost thirty, and his mud-brick house is drafty from all sides. Even a mouse would have to leave empty-handed with tears in its eyes after just one round of the house.

Matchmakers from all around would avoid his house; what good girl would be blind enough to jump into such a fire pit?

It can be said that Lai Ziliu's biggest worry in his life was not being able to get married.

He's usually the one who uses those words to embarrass others, but today Li Weimin, a usually quiet and unyielding coward, publicly reopened his wounds, and did so in a way that was like rubbing salt into a wound.

This is even more embarrassing for him than slapping him twice across the face.

Lai Ziliu's smirk crumbled, and he angrily pressed forward, saying, "Hey! You think you're so great? Li Weimin, why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lai Ziliu felt a chill run down the back of his neck, as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, sparks flew everywhere.

A gleaming sickle, close to Lai Ziliu's outstretched claw, slammed hard into the hardwood side of the cart.

The blade pierced deep into the wood, making the thick wooden board vibrate and hum.

Lai Ziliu was so frightened that he let out a "howl" and jumped back three feet high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He looked up, still shaken, and met a pair of menacing black eyes.

Li Xiaotao stood at the back of the vehicle, holding the still-trembling sickle in one hand, her face devoid of any smile.

Today she wore a neat floral short-sleeved shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing smooth lines in her forearm muscles that made one's heart tremble.

"Don't you want your claws anymore?"

Li Xiaotao raised an eyelid, her tone icy, "Is your tongue still too long? Want me to fix it for you?"

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled the sickle off the wooden board, making a sickeningly sharp scraping sound that sent chills down the spines of the nearby idlers.

Lai Ziliu swallowed hard, his earlier arrogance instantly turning into a humiliation.

He had heard of Li Xiaotao's reputation; she was someone who could take on three strong laborers by herself.

"No...no..."

Lai Ziliu stammered as he backed away, "Sister-in-law...sister-in-law, you're joking...it's really just a joke..."

"joke?"

Li Xiaotao took a step forward, brandishing her sickle. "I don't joke around. If I hear you spewing nonsense again, this sickle won't discriminate. Get lost!"

She shouted the last word.

Lai Ziliu and the other idlers were so frightened that they didn't dare to say another word. They scattered like birds and beasts, running faster than rabbits, without even daring to look back.

The villagers who had been watching the commotion fell silent, and their eyes held a newfound respect for Li Weimin and his wife.

Standing in front, Li Weimin watched those scoundrels who always made fun of him run away in a panic, and he felt incredibly satisfied, even more so than if he had drunk soda on a hot summer day.

Is this what it feels like to have someone protecting you?

That's fucking awesome!

"What are you still standing there for?"

Li Xiaotao put away her sickle, her tone returning to its usual impatience, but upon closer listening, there wasn't much anger in it. "The sun's getting scorching, let's go!"

"Okay! Let's go!"

Li Weimin responded loudly, and with a gust of wind, he pulled the heavy cart weighing several hundred pounds with the air of someone driving a tractor.

Throughout the journey, although it was scorching hot, with sweat pouring down my neck and soaking my shirt, it was very uncomfortable to stick to my body.

But Li Weimin felt incredibly happy inside.

Whenever he encounters an uphill road, he grits his teeth and pushes off the ground, always feeling a strong force steadily pushing him from behind.

"Take a break."

When they reached a shady spot under a tree, Li Xiaotao called for a stop.

She took the water bottle from the car, didn't drink from it herself, but first offered it to Li Weimin's lips.

"Wipe your sweat off, it looks like you've just washed yourself."

While feeding him water, Li Xiaotao casually raised her sleeve and wiped his forehead haphazardly.

The movements weren't exactly gentle; the coarse cloth even rubbed against his forehead, causing a slight pain, but Li Weimin felt comfortable.

He gulped down his cold water, looking at his wife who was so close to him.

Li Xiaotao's face was also covered in sweat, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. Her eyes, which always seemed sharp, didn't look so fierce at him now.

"Wife, you drink too." Li Weimin pushed the kettle.

Li Xiaotao didn't mince words, tilted her head back and gulped down several mouthfuls, then hung the water bottle on the car: "Let's go, we're almost there. The town market is just ahead."

The two pressed on and finally arrived in town before 10 a.m.

The market in town was much more lively than the one in the village.

Stalls lined both sides of the road, selling vegetables, eggs, and fried dough sticks, with shouts rising and falling.

Looking at this scene, Li Weimin felt a little uneasy.

Although he was a man, he had been protected by his family since childhood, and this was the first time he had ever done business in public.

"Where...should we put it?"

Li Weimin pulled the cart, weaving through the crowd, only to find that all the good spots had already been taken.

"Walk a little further in, the area in front of the supply and marketing cooperative is bustling with people," Li Xiaotao said, pointing ahead, clearly having come prepared.

The two of them struggled to pull the car to the opposite side of the supply and marketing cooperative.

This is indeed a prime location, with the most people coming and going.

Finally spotting an opening, Li Weimin quickly pushed the handlebars down to reserve the spot.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Are you blind?"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, a bald, burly man jumped out from a nearby stall selling tobacco leaves.

The burly man had a face full of scars and wore a dirty vest. A tuft of black hair on his chest looked like a wild boar's bristles.

The bald, burly man stepped on the wheel of Li Weimin's truck, holding a weighing scale in his hand, and pointed at Li Weimin's nose, starting to curse: "Don't you know the rules? Do you think you can park here? That's my storage space!"

Li Weimin was startled by the sudden shout and instinctively tried to apologize and back away: "B-Big Brother, I don't see anything here..."

"Does the absence of objects mean there's no one there?"

The bald, burly man spat on the ground. "This is where I kept a batch of goods! Want to set up a stall here? Fine, pay two yuan for the land, and I'll let you set up!"

Two dollars?

These days, two yuan can buy several kilograms of grain!

Just as Li Weimin was about to speak, a hand reached out from behind and pulled him behind him.

Li Xiaotao stepped forward and looked the bald man up and down.

She didn't even take a sickle; she just cracked her knuckles together.

"Land fee?"

Li Xiaotao took a step forward, her height almost matching the bald man's, and her aura was even more imposing. "This is public land, when did it become yours? Are you the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, or a relative of the town mayor? Show me your credentials!"

The bald man was taken aback by the country woman's arrogance. He paused for a moment, then, enraged, raised the steelyard in his hand: "Hey! Where did this wild woman come from, daring to talk to your Master Ma like that? Believe me or not, I'll beat you up!"

The commotion immediately attracted a crowd of onlookers.

As Li Weimin watched the scales being raised from behind, a surge of protective instinct welled up within him.

Although his legs were still shaking, and although he knew he probably couldn't beat this bald man, she was his wife!

He just gave himself to his wife last night!

"Try touching her!"

Li Weimin, emboldened by some unknown source, suddenly leaped out from behind Li Xiaotao like a little wolf cub guarding its food.

He rushed upwards with his eyes closed, grabbed the bald man's waist tightly with both hands, and bit the bald man's arm.

He used every ounce of strength he had to take that bite.

The bald man was caught off guard by the kid's underhanded tactics. A sharp pain shot through his arm, and he yelled in pain as the scales slipped from his hand.

"Holy crap! Are you a dog or something?!"

Baldy got so angry that he swung his other fist to smash Li Weimin's back.

The fist made a whooshing sound and looked heavy.

Li Weimin closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for a beating.

The expected pain did not materialize.

There was a muffled "snap".

Li Xiaotao caught the bald man's fist steadily with one hand.

She clenched her fingers, gripping the bald man's wrist tightly like an iron clamp, and a chilling smile appeared on her face.

"You dare hit my man?"

Li Xiaotao suddenly exerted force with her wrist and bent it downwards.

"I think you're tired of living!"

With a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered, the tide of the conflict, which had initially been going against them, instantly turned.

In Li Xiaotao's clear black and white eyes burned a fire even more intense than the June weather.

You want to bully her man?

We'll have to ask her fists if they agree first!