The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

Several washing women covered their mouths and chuckled secretly.

Su Qingyue wasn’t someone to mess with. As she put down the wooden bucket filled with clothes, she picked up a small stone and flicked it with her finger. The stone shot out and hit Liu Xiaohong’s heel.

Liu Xiaohong, who was squatting by the river and enthusiastically hitting the “little person,” felt a numbness in her heel and fell forward.

Splash! She fell into the river, still holding the stick she used to hit the “little person.”

“Oh! She fell into the river?” Su Qingyue pretended to be surprised, “Truly, troublemakers have their own retribution.”

“Ha ha…” The women laughed heartily.

Wang Cuihua laughed the loudest, “The troublemaker fell into the river. Let’s see if she still dares to be treacherous…”

Liu Xiaohong couldn’t swim. She floundered in the water a few times.

Fortunately, she knew that the river wasn’t deep because her cousin Liu Xianglian had fallen into it before. She stood up, water reaching her chest, and coughed violently, choking on several mouthfuls of water.

Ding Er’s wife asked, “How did Liu Xiaohong, who was fine just now, fall into the river?”

“Who knows.” Another woman picked up the conversation, “It’s said that hitting a ‘little person’ is like hitting a ghost. It’s easy to get haunted, so don’t do it randomly… Maybe she was pushed into the river by a ghost…” “Really?” Several women were frightened.

“Anyway, don’t hit ‘little persons’ randomly.” Wang Cuihua continued, “Liu Xiaohong brought it upon herself. If she doesn’t learn her lesson, she might drown in the river next time…”

After hearing this, Liu Xiaohong’s face turned pale, and she didn’t dare to provoke any ghosts or spirits. She quickly climbed up from the river and ran away without even washing her clothes, her face still white.

Two other women who were washing clothes also left in a hurry after finishing quickly, scared.

Ding Er’s wife didn’t care, “Are there ghosts in broad daylight? I think Liu

Xiaohong just fell into the river by accident.”

“Maybe.” Su Qingyue took out the dirty clothes from the wooden bucket and placed them on a stone by the riverbank. “We’ve run out of soap pods at home. I’m going to pick some…”

“I have plenty here.” Wang Cuihua handed her a large bunch of soap pods, “No need to go. Here you go!”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. They don’t cost anything anyway. The village has lots of soap pod trees, so we can pick them whenever we want.”

“Okay.” Su Qingyue began washing clothes as well.

She scooped a large bucket of water from the river and poured it over the pile of clothes. After repeating this twice, all the clothes were wet. She initially intended to squeeze the soap pod liquid out with her hands, but since everyone else was using a stone, she decided not to show off so blatantly.

So she also found a stone to smash the soap pods into a liquid paste. “Woo…woo…” The little bastard stood on the bank, making dog barking sounds.

Wang Cuihua looked back, “Huh? Where did this little dog come from?”

“Oh, it’s a little mongrel dog.” Ding Er’s wife also said, “This dog is so young; it must have been weaned not too long ago. Its fur is ugly… I wonder whose dog this is…”

Many families in the village had dogs, so one little dog didn’t draw much attention. The women who were still washing clothes glanced at it, exchanged a few words, and didn’t bother with it anymore.

Su Qingyue said, “It’s mine.”

She didn’t mention that it wasn’t a dog, but a wolf.

If the villagers knew the little bastard was a wolf, they would probably not tolerate it. It was better not to mention it for now.

“So it’s yours.” Wang Cuihua said, “This dog is quite ugly. If you like dogs, Qingyue, I can catch you a better-looking one. My maternal family’s dog just gave birth to puppies, much better-looking than this one. She gave birth to a litter of four. When the puppies are weaned, I’ll go catch one for you..”