Volume One, Chapter 9: Revenge

Yesterday’s work in the sweet potato field was still unfinished, so today’s task remained the same: digging sweet potatoes. As fate would have it, Li Qingmei was still working in the neighboring plot.

Jiang Yuan rubbed her chin, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She needed to come up with a clever plan to avenge the dog attack from yesterday—it couldn’t have been in vain.

Lost in thought while digging, her mind entirely focused on how to deal with Li Qingmei, she didn’t even notice Lu Xiuyi passing by.

At that moment, Lu Xiuyi paused briefly as he reached Jiang Yuan’s side, hoping she would speak first so that the incident from yesterday could be put behind them. But after a few awkward seconds, all he saw was her bending down, focused solely on digging sweet potatoes, offering him nothing but the top of her head.

Lu Xiuyi was speechless.

He remained silent, his expression grave, lips pressed together in contemplation. Even the usually unreadable corners of his eyes darkened with thought.

Only then did Jiang Yuan notice him. She slowly lifted her eyelids to glance at him, her face serene and unreadable, before casually lowering her head again.

Lu Xiuyi’s hope suddenly sank. His brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes.

“Goose, goose, goose, quack, quack… cluck, cluck…” The chaotic cries of ducks and geese echoed from a distance.

Looking up, Jiang Yuan saw an elderly woman waving a bamboo stick, trying to herd a flock of chickens, ducks, and geese. The scene was utterly chaotic.

Today, Sister Cui had come by to help out temporarily, tasked with managing the birds. She was overwhelmed, dizzy and flustered, trying to keep an eye on one group only to have another run amok.

Several large geese were trying to escape into the field. Sister Cui swung her stick frantically, shouting, “Wrong way! Come back! You’re supposed to go that way! If you run around any more, I’ll stew you in an iron pot!”

Jiang Yuan stifled a laugh but an idea had formed in her mind. It was as if a pillow was delivered just when she was about to doze off—effortless and perfectly timed.

She dusted off the mud on her hands, stood up, and stepped forward to help Sister Cui.

“Auntie, let me help you,” Jiang Yuan said. She was afraid of dogs but had no fear of poultry.

“Great, great! You come help me; I’m exhausted,” Sister Cui said, handing over the bamboo stick, hands on her hips, gasping for breath. The morning’s work was really wearing her out.

A sly smile crept onto Jiang Yuan’s lips. With the stick in hand, she was in command.

Spotting Li Qingmei’s location, Jiang Yuan began herding all the birds toward her, already imagining the miserable scene that would soon unfold.

Sister Cui sat down on the nearby ridge to rest and drink water. By the time she realized what was happening, the geese had all burst into Li Qingmei’s field.

“Oh no, trouble!” Sister Cui’s eyes widened in alarm.

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