Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 102 A Huge Extravaganza

That was a whole back seat that had just been taken off a pig!

As the wheels rolled over the ditch, the piece of meat, weighing at least twenty or thirty pounds, swayed in mid-air.

A bright red silk flower was tied to the bone, beneath which was thick, white, greasy fat connected to lean, bright red tendon meat, with fresh blood still seeping from the cut.

The distinctive, fishy smell of raw meat wafted into people's nostrils with the hot air.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed hard, barely managing to hear it clearly in the quiet midday.

"Goodness gracious...whose relatives are visiting?"

Aunt Wang's hand trembled as she held the bowl, spilling the pickled vegetable soup all over her trouser leg. "How much did this leg cost? Did they empty the entire supply and marketing cooperative?"

The bicycle arrived, but I didn't rush over.

Qin Rushan planted his long leg on the ground, his shiny leather shoes kicking up a bit of yellow soil, and the car, carrying enormous momentum, came to a steady stop beside the willow tree.

He ignored the villagers whose eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets, and instead turned his head away, his originally cold and fierce face instantly changing its appearance.

"arrive."

His voice was affectionate, "The road was uneven, were you bumping around?"

The woman in the back seat, who had been keeping her head down and clutching Qin Rushan's clothes, slowly raised her head.

As soon as he looked up, everyone around him gasped in shock.

The floral print dress made of Dacron is as tender as the pale yellow heart of a newly sprouted cabbage, and the cinched waist design makes her waist look so slender that it can be grasped in one hand.

Her black leather sandals were spotless, and she wore snow-white silk stockings underneath, which made her ankles appear even more slender.

Li Xianglian had a faint blush on her face, and her lips, which were usually downturned with sorrow, were now slightly pursed. Her skin glowed white in the sunlight.

"It's alright, it's not bumpy," Li Xianglian replied softly, but her hand did not loosen its grip on Qin Rushan's waist.

"That's... Old Li's fragrant lotus?!"

A sharp-eyed woman in the crowd pointed at the back seat of the car and screamed, her voice so high it was almost splits, "How is this possible! Wasn't she just divorced by the Zhao family a couple of days ago? She was crying her eyes out then, how did she suddenly become a wealthy city lady?"

"My goodness, it really is Xianglian! Is this still the same pushover who used to be a slave in the Zhao family?"

"That's Qin Rushan! That ruthless monster from Xiahe Village!"

A cacophony of voices erupted.

Those women who usually looked down on Li Xianglian and gossiped behind her back, calling her a slut, now had very complicated expressions in their eyes.

Some were envious, some were green with envy, and some were so sour they were practically bubbling with jealousy.

This was exactly the kind of commotion Qin Rushan wanted.

His hawk-like eyes swept indifferently over the loudest gossipy women, who felt a chill run down their spines and instantly shut their mouths, shrinking back and not daring to utter a sound.

"Hold on tight, honey, let's go home."

Qin Rushan got back on the pedals, rang the bicycle bell twice, and rode through the crowd with a "ding-ling-ling" sound, swaggering towards the depths of the village.

The dangling pig hind leg on the handlebars was like a silent slap, making everyone present feel a burning pain on their faces.

Outside the crowd was a young woman named Xiulan, who loved to visit Niu Guihua's house the most.

She stared at the departing car, then glanced at the watery sweet potato porridge in her bowl, her eyes darting around before she shoved the bowl into her husband's hands.

"You hold this! I'll go tell Aunt Niu!"

After saying that, she ignored her husband calling after her and ran as fast as she could into the shabby alleyway where the Li family lived.

This is going to be a huge event, so if you go late, you'll miss out on the best part!

……

At this moment, the atmosphere in the dilapidated courtyard of the Li family was very oppressive.

Niu Guihua was sitting on the threshold of the main room, holding a hard cornbread in her hand, munching on it while cursing.

"That good-for-nothing! That wretched girl! She didn't even bring anything back after getting married! That's Qin Rushan! He definitely has money! Even if she just secretly skimmed a little money back, it would be enough to buy your brother some cloth to make clothes!"

Li Dabao was sprawled on the kang (a heated brick bed), legs crossed, grumbling, "Mom, stop nagging. That Qin Rushan is a miser and a notorious thug. My sister is such a pushover, how dare she ask him for money? She'd be lucky if she got beaten to death."

"She dares!"

Niu Guihua slammed the pickled mustard tuber on the ground, spitting as she shouted, "She's from the Li family! Even if she's beaten to death, I'll use every bone fragment to make money for her! If she dares to come back empty-handed today, I'll beat her out with a broom! I'll make sure she can't hold her head up in her husband's family!"

Despite Niu Guihua's raucous shouting that nearly shattered her voice in the main room, Li Laogen didn't even lift an eyelid.

He was feeding his eldest grandson porridge from a bowl.

Just as they were cursing, a series of urgent knocks came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Auntie Niu! Auntie Niu! Stop scolding! Come out and welcome the God of Wealth!"

Xiulan was panting heavily as she ran, and she started shouting before she even entered the yard; her voice was shrill and piercing.

Niu Guihua was startled and rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Is this some kind of funeral wailing? What kind of God of Wealth is this in the middle of the day?"

"It's your Xianglian! Xianglian is back!"

Xiulan, leaning against the doorframe, was breathless, her face beaming with excitement. "Guess what? They came back riding a giant pigeon! Qin Rushan rode a brand new bicycle, with... with such a huge pig's hind leg hanging in front! And it was tied with a big red flower!"

"What?!"

Niu Guihua's previously cloudy, triangular eyes widened suddenly, as if she had heard something unbelievable. "You mean... pork? A whole leg?"

"I'm not lying, I'm the one who would do that!"

Xiulan gave a thumbs-up. "The meat was so fatty it was practically dripping with oil, and the skin was practically shiny! And Xianglian was dressed so elegantly, in a polyester floral dress and leather sandals, looking like the daughter of the commune secretary! The whole village was stunned!"

Upon hearing the word "meat," Li Dabao inside the house sprang up from the kang (a heated brick bed) like a zombie, not even bothering to put on his shoes: "Mom! Is there really meat? Such a big pig hind leg?"

Niu Guihua's mind went blank for a moment, filled with images of "oily pork" and "Dacron".

The harshness and ferocity on her face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme greed and ecstasy.

That's like a hungry wolf smelling blood, or a fly swarming around a rotten egg.

"I knew it! I knew this brat was destined for good fortune!"

Niu Guihua slapped her thigh, ignoring the pickled vegetable bits that had fallen on the ground, and grabbed Li Dabao. "Quick! Dabao! Go wipe the table! That's your brother-in-law! That's our family's benefactor! I knew Qin Rushan was a good husband, and I was right!"

As she muttered to herself, she hurriedly wiped the bits of pickled vegetables from the corner of her mouth, and tidied her messy hair in front of the broken mirror on the wall. Her change of expression was faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Meat...my meat..." Li Dabao's mouth was watering with craving, and he followed his mother outside excitedly.

The mother and son had just rushed out of the main room when they heard the clear sound of a bicycle bell arriving at their doorstep.

"Ding-ling—"

With one leg on the ground, Qin Rushan brought the car to a steady stop in front of the dilapidated gate of the Li family's house, which was on the verge of collapse.

The bright red pig hind leg on the handlebars was dazzlingly red and temptingly fatty under the midday sun.

The big red flower was so festive that it was hard to look away.

Li Xianglian jumped down from the back seat and stood beside Qin Rushan.

With this outfit and Qin Rushan's imposing presence, she stood in the house that had once exploited and bleed her dry for the first time and felt that she could stand tall.

"Oh my! My good son-in-law!"

Niu Guihua's howl was more affectionate than when she saw her own father.

Her wrinkled old face beamed like a dried chrysanthemum as she rushed to the car, her cloudy eyes fixed on the pig's leg, as if she wanted to gouge her eyeballs out and stick them on.

"You silly child, you came all this way, but why did you bring such expensive stuff! It's so heavy! Quick, quick, stop the cart and give the meat to your mother!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands, which looked like chicken claws, to catch the pig's leg.