TVSFPAG -Chapter 113 I Also Know a Bit of Martial Arts

Not only that, his foot kicked the table, almost flipping it over.

Song Yunfei was startled. Seeing the table shake violently, she thought it was an earthquake.

Looking across, she realized it was Bai Yu who had fallen.

Bai Yu lay on the ground, his legs resting on the overturned bench, his expression fluctuating between anger and embarrassment.

Song Yunfei put down her bowl and chopsticks and quickly walked over to him. “Are you alright?”

Bai Yu remained lying on the ground, veins popping on his forehead, grinding his teeth as he said, “One day, I’m going to stew your dog.”

Song Yunfei turned back and looked around for Quanquan.

She found it under the table, right by Chu Jinhan’s feet, chewing on something.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be eating cured meat.

No need to guess—it was definitely fed by Chu Jinhan.

Song Yunfei then shifted her gaze to Chu Jinhan’s face. He calmly held his bowl, and despite the soot on his face, he still looked elegant.

Bai Yu rubbed his waist and slowly got up from the ground on his own.

“Ugh.” He continued rubbing his waist as he walked toward a chair.

Seeing him like this, Song Yunfei wasn’t sure whether to laugh or worry.

But since his mouth was so sharp, she didn’t feel the least bit sympathetic.

After the fall, he seemed to be in pain and stopped talking.

He sat in the chair to recover for a moment, then went out to find water to wash his feet.

Song Yunfei handed him a pair of crystal slippers to change into. Bai Yu didn’t want to wear them, but he had no other shoes to change into.

Watching him sit on a small stool under the eaves washing his socks—wearing a shirt and dress pants, yet his feet were in purple crystal slippers that were even a bit too small—Song Yunfei had to bite her lip tightly to keep from laughing out loud.

Chu Jinhan also came out carrying a bucket, preparing to take a bath. When he saw the crystal slippers on Bai Yu’s feet, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Seeing him, Song Yunfei immediately said, “Chu Jinhan, are you going to take a bath? I’ll get you a pair of shoes.”

“…No need.”

After saying that, as if afraid Song Yunfei would actually bring him shoes, he quickly carried the bucket and strode into the small room nearby.

Bai Yu looked at her gloomily. Noticing her barely suppressed smile, he asked, “Is it that funny?”

As he spoke, he slapped his ankle, killing a mosquito.

Song Yunfei rubbed the bridge of her nose, hiding the corners of her mouth. “No, not funny at all.”

“Yang Cuihua, I really suspect you did that on purpose. Why did you give me a pair of women’s shoes?”

Song Yunfei argued, “No I didn’t. That’s the only new pair in the house. Do you want to wear the ones my dad has worn?”

She wasn’t lying—there really was only that one new pair.

After thinking it over, Bai Yu ultimately refused to wear shoes that had been worn by someone else.

Song Yunfei led him to an empty room, and this time Bai Yu didn’t hesitate—he directly claimed the room for himself.

As for Chu Jinhan, after finishing his bath, he followed Song Yunfei into her room.

Song Yunfei placed the lit mosquito-repellent incense under the bed, and when she turned around, she saw him about to sit on the bed.

She quickly stopped him. “Hey, you can’t sit on it!”

Chu Jinhan was confused. “Why not?”

“According to the rules here, unmarried people aren’t allowed to sleep in the same bed.”

“What happens if they do?”

“…How would I know?”

Chu Jinhan thought for a moment and didn’t insist further. “Then you sleep. I’ll sit.”

Song Yunfei sighed. He still had to help harvest grain tomorrow—how could she let him just sit there?

In the end, she gave in. “Alright, you can come up. You sleep on that side, I’ll sleep on this side.”

“….”

Although he wasn’t entirely willing, being allowed onto the bed at all was already good enough—he didn’t have the luxury of being picky.

The next morning.

Song Yunfei was woken up by the crowing of roosters outside. When she got up and checked the time, it was only six o’clock.

By six, most villagers were already awake, and some had already gone to the fields to work.

Chu Jinhan woke up around the same time as her. He looked somewhat exhausted, as if he hadn’t slept well.

There were also several red marks on his neck—clearly mosquito bites.

Bai Yu was in a similar state, with red spots on both his face and neck.

As soon as he came out, he complained, “The mosquitoes here are too aggressive. If I stay a few more days, I feel like they’ll drain all my blood.”

Song Yunfei retorted irritably, “That’s an exaggeration. Aren’t the others living here just fine?”

She tossed the bottle of mosquito repellent spray in her hand to Bai Yu and went to the kitchen to cook.

Breakfast was just a big pot of porridge with some pickled vegetables—she didn’t bother making anything else.

After breakfast, Bai Yu asked her, “Weren’t you taking your father to see a doctor? Where are they?”

Song Yunfei replied, “They’re at the hospital. I came back to harvest the grain.”

“Harvest what?”

“Harvest the grain.” Song Yunfei looked at him expectantly.

Bai Yu fell silent. After a moment, he pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose and stood up calmly.

With an unusually serious expression she had never seen before, he said, “I only took a five-day leave. It’s about time I leave. Cuihua, I’ll come visit you again next time.”

Just as he turned around, someone grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him back.

Bai Yu turned around and looked at Chu Jinhan with some annoyance. “You two are dating—why don’t you help her harvest? What does it have to do with me?”

Chu Jinhan replied, “Since you’re here, finish harvesting before you leave.”

“If I refuse?”

“I also know a bit of martial arts.”

“…Is this some kind of lawless place?”

Song Yunfei, standing nearby, was silently giving Chu Jinhan a thumbs-up. Setting aside everything else—if he really beat Bai Yu up, Bai Yu wouldn’t even dare to call the police.

In the end, under Chu Jinhan’s pressure and persuasion, Bai Yu agreed to help with the grain harvesting.

Song Yunfei carried a basket on her back, while the two of them carried the threshing tub as they headed out.

Villagers passing by couldn’t help but take notice.

“Oh, Cuihua, are these two young men your friends?”

Song Yunfei smiled and replied, “Yes, they’re my classmates.”

“Wow, they look really good—tall and strong, clearly capable workers.”

Bai Yu and Chu Jinhan both glanced at her. Bai Yu’s gaze carried a hint of suspicion. “Is your name really Cuihua?”

Song Yunfei gave an awkward smile.

Cuihua was indeed her nickname—or rather, the original owner’s nickname.

It was said that when she was sick as a child, she was taken to a godmother for blessing and adopted the surname Yang, and was given the name Cuihua.

The three of them brought all the tools to the field. Bai Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t there machines for this? I’ll pay—can’t we just hire a machine to harvest it?”

Song Yunfei replied, “Machines can’t get in here.”

After thinking about it, Bai Yu realized that was true—his car was still parked outside the village.

Song Yunfei urged them, “Stop wasting time. It’s just this much—if we work hard, we can finish it in one day.”

Chu Jinhan asked, “How do we thresh it?”

Song Yunfei set up the equipment, then cut a bundle of grain and demonstrated for them.

“Watch carefully—like this.”

She raised the bundle of rice high with both hands, then forcefully slammed it down onto the slanted wooden board inside the tub.

One strike, two strikes, then flipped the bundle over—one strike, two strikes again.

Her slender frame, dressed in a floral shirt, held the rice yet produced an imposing, almost overwhelming momentum.

Bai Yu: “……”

Chu Jinhan: “……”