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Chapter 101: The Fairy Couple (8)

Dong Yong walked up and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Didn't I tell you before? If you don't want to be my son-in-law, then I will stay in your house and be your daughter-in-law."

Dong Yong was like a dog chasing its tail, so angry that he paced around the room.

"Do you think I will give in if you stay at my house? I'm telling you it's no use!"

"If you work hard enough, you can grind an iron rod into a needle!" Lu Changqing expressed his love with his heart in his hands, "I believe that as long as I treat you with my heart, one day, you will discover my goodness."

Dong Yong was so angry that he tried to pull Lu Changqing out again, but it was a waste of effort. He was so tired that he supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath.

"Don't struggle, Dong Lang. You may not believe it, but we are destined to be together. You will never be able to escape from my grasp in this life."

Dong Yong threatened, "Don't think I can't chase you away. Tomorrow morning I will go to the government office to report to the officials and have them arrest you."

Lu Changqing made an inviting gesture and said, "Sure, I'll let everyone in the village know that you, Dong Yong, are going to be my son-in-law."

"You, you, you... you have no shame!"

"As long as I can marry a husband I like, what does it matter if I have no sense of shame?"

Dong Yong: ...

Dong Yong realized that talking to this shameless woman was simply asking for trouble, and he swore that from today on he would never speak a word to this woman again.

It was the fifth day of working at the Fu Mansion, and Dong Yong really didn't have the energy to be angry with Lu Changqing anymore.

Perhaps it was because he was hired as a farmhand for free that Mr. Fu exploited him particularly hard. He had to do all the dirty and tiring work in the cloth workshop by himself, and was only given two grain steamed buns every day. By the time he got off work in the evening, he was already hungry and exhausted.

Lu Changqing watched Dong Yong slurp up the wild vegetable porridge in the bowl, which was so big that you could see your reflection in it, and said with sympathy, "How pitiful! The pig food at Aunt Wang's house next door is thicker than what's in your bowl."

Dong Yong paused while eating and decided to ignore Lu Changqing, otherwise this man would keep saying things to disgust him.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Lu Changqing continued to gloat over his misfortune, "It's only the fifth day. We will have to work hard for another two years and three hundred and sixty days. We don't get any wages, and we only get two grain cakes every day. We don't have any land, and when winter comes, I'm afraid some people won't even have wild vegetable porridge to eat."

Dong Yong knew that Lu Changqing was deliberately provoking him. He refused to fall for it and continued to ignore him, holding his breath.

"Do you want to get out of poverty and become rich as soon as possible and escape from the sea of ​​suffering? I can help you."

Lu Changqing took out a roast chicken from somewhere and placed it on the table. The unique aroma of the roast chicken wafted into Dong Yong's nose, arousing his appetite.

He hadn't tasted meat for a long time. When he smelled the greasy smell, he suddenly felt that the porridge in the bowl was not so delicious.

Lu Changqing pulled a chicken leg and waved it in front of Dong Yong, which made Dong Yong swallow his saliva unconsciously. When he was about to refuse, the next moment the chicken leg was stuffed into his mouth by Lu Changqing.

Lu Changqing chewed the chicken until his mouth was full of oil. For Lu Changqing, who had a strong taste for food, the taste of the roast chicken was just average, but seeing Dong Yong's expression of surprise and a hint of shame and anger, it was still quite appetizing.

"Want to eat? Hehe, no." Lu Changqing swallowed the chicken in his mouth, pulled off another chicken leg and said with evil humor: "Unless you marry me."

Dong Yong glared at Lu Changqing, then lowered his head and continued to eat the food in his bowl. This time the slurping sound was even louder, as if he was doing it on purpose for Lu Changqing to see.

"Tsk tsk tsk, a starving ghost is reincarnated, and he can eat a bowl of slop so deliciously?"

"Puff——" Dong Yong almost choked on the soup in his mouth. He angrily picked up the bowl and went to the earthen stove to eat alone in silence.

Half a month passed, and Dong Yong had been exploited by Mr. Fu to the point of being almost unrecognizable. Lu Changqing saw that this was not a good idea. If Dong Yong was gone, where would she find the child with Dong Yong's blood that the Jade Emperor wanted?

So she took the initiative to find Mr. Fu and asked how she could redeem Dong Yong.

"As long as Dong Yong can weave ten pieces of silk cloth in one night, I will shorten his three-year indenture to a hundred days."

After going around in circles, we're back to the main storyline.

Did you think it was a modern fully automatic cloth-pulling machine? She didn't want to waste her magic on Dong Yong because she could weave ten pieces of silk cloth and woolen cloth in one night.

Lu Changqing took out two gold bars from his pocket and pushed them in front of Mr. Fu. "Can I pay two gold bars to redeem him?"

Mr. Fu glanced at the two ingots of gold and said disdainfully, "What a joke! My great Fu family still needs two ingots of gold from you? I want ten pieces of silk cloth!"

Lu Changqing smiled, "These two large ingots of gold are enough to buy ten pieces of silk, not to mention ten pieces of cotton cloth. If Mr. Fu is not satisfied, I can give him another ingot of gold."

Mr. Fu snorted coldly, "I don't want your gold, I just want Dong Yong to weave ten pieces of silk cloth in one night, or he will continue to work for me for three years."

"I've heard that Mr. Fu is a good businessman, but why is he so confused when it comes to Dong Yong? Can Dong Yong help you earn three ingots of gold by working as a laborer for three years? No way! So why is Mr. Fu unwilling to do this business with me that is sure to make money?"

Mr. Fu turned the jade ring on his left thumb with his right hand and said proudly, "I am happy with it. I just like to see Dong Yong suffer under my hands. Is that not okay?"

He likes to step on the protagonist under his feet and watch him live a life worse than pigs and dogs. He is indeed a very standard villain.

"Okay." Seeing that his words didn't work, Lu Changqing pushed the gold on the table toward Fu Yuanwai again and said seriously, "If you want to continue to torture Dong Yong, please increase your strength."

Mr. Fu: ...

The sudden change in Lu Changqing's attitude completely confused Mr. Fu. He looked at Jin Yuanbao and then at Lu Changqing, and asked warily, "What do you mean by this?"

Lu Changqing smiled flatteringly, "As the saying goes, only those who have endured hardships can become superior people. This is just a small token of respect. I will trouble Mr. Fu to help discipline Dong Yong in the future."

That night, Dong Yong, exhausted, went home and angrily went to Lu Changqing to settle the score, "Did you go to see Mr. Fu today?"

Lu Changqing nodded, this could be acknowledged.

"You gave him money to torture me?"

Lu Changqing shook his head and said he couldn't admit it.

"No, I wanted to redeem you, but Mr. Fu didn't want to. He insisted that you weave ten pieces of silk cloth a night before he would shorten the three-year term to a hundred days. Isn't it obvious that he doesn't want to let you go? So I gave him three ingots of gold to let him take extra care of you."

Dong Yong felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry. Mr. Fu did take extra care of him and assigned him more work.

Touching his aching waist and numb arms, and then stroking his empty belly, Dong Yong began to feel confused about the future.

There are still three years left. Can he really hold on?