"Qinglan, when are you going back to town?" Shen Qinghe asked.
Shen Qinglan replied, "Tomorrow."
"Then you stay here and guard the place. Qingju and I will go to the fields to help harvest the rice. More people make it faster."
The rice has been transported back, and someone needs to watch over it. If no one does, dishonest people might come to steal.
Sitting beneath a large tree, those nearby unconsciously moved away.
She noticed but didn’t mind.
Shen Qinghe and Shen Qingju left with straw hats, while Shen Qingping and Shen Qing’an, after their fear subsided, continued to play with their friends.
The husband and son of the young Mrs. Hong had just returned, only to see her sitting beside them crying. They hurriedly went forward to ask what happened.
She didn’t speak, just sat there crying as if she had been terribly bullied.
Honestly, Shen Qinglan saw she was a woman and went easy on her earlier.
Shen Qinglan had merely warned her; if it had been serious, her outcome wouldn’t have been much better than Zhou Bo’s.
The father and son, seeing she didn’t respond, asked others nearby, but nobody dared to speak.
After all, with Shen Qinglan’s imposing presence right there, they feared their outcome might be worse than young Mrs. Hong’s if they spoke.
Seeing no one dared to say anything, afraid asking too much might upset young Mrs. Hong, they didn’t ask further.
Thus, the matter ended with this.
With Shen Qinglan’s involvement, the speed of unloading the rice increased greatly.
At noon, Shen Qingzhu ran back to the drying yard, grabbing the playing Shen Qingping and Shen Qing’an to watch the rice, and then pulled Shen Qinglan to go home and cook.
On the way, Shen Qingzhu asked Shen Qinglan, "I heard you beat up Zhong Dabao’s mother just now. Is it true?"
Young Mrs. Hong’s husband is surnamed Zhong, and her son is named Zhong Dabao.
Shen Qingzhu laughed and said, "Third sister, you don’t know, Zhong Dabao’s mother, she is very domineering at home. Last time I passed by their house, I even saw her chasing Uncle Zhong all around the courtyard."
Hearing this, Shen Qinglan merely raised an eyebrow and did not speak.
Just as they entered the village halfway, Shen Qingzhu suddenly pulled Shen Qinglan aside.
Shen Qinglan, caught off guard, nearly fell, and frowned in displeasure.
Then she heard Shen Qingzhu say, "It’s Sun He."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan looked and saw a fierce-looking man leading about ten people from across.
Shen Qinglan quickly swept a glance over them, seeing no familiar faces, she lowered her gaze and stood still.
"Third sister, don’t lift your head in a moment."
Sun He’s group is notorious for teasing unmarried girls or pretty young wives in the village, sometimes even getting handsy when no one is around.
Although Shen Qingzhu knew his third sister was formidable, he feared she might suffer.
"That little girl from the He Qiutian family, Sun Brother has taken a liking to her; it’s her fortune. Yet she refuses to marry Sun Brother. Simply ungrateful!" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Sun Brother, don’t be angry. Tonight, when she’s asleep, we’ll sneak in and tie her up, then make it a done deal. Let’s see if the He Family has anything to say."
From afar, Shen Qinglan could hear these men approaching, filled with anger.
Isn’t she the granddaughter of the village chief?
Does Sun He really disregard even the village chief?
Seeing the group getting closer, the cold sweat on Shen Qingzhu’s forehead increased, and unconsciously tightened his grip on Shen Qinglan’s hand.
Shen Qinglan raised her eyebrows, extended her other hand to pat his shoulder, signaling him not to worry.