great-warnovel Chapter 114 Old Fourth Feeds Grapes on the Wall: Sister-in-law, I Want to Be Your Dog...
Chapter 114 Old Fourth Feeds Grapes on the Wall: Sister-in-law, I Want to Be Your Dog...
Ever since Wang Ermazi was arrested and sent to the Qin family for "reform through labor," the atmosphere in the neighboring Wangjia Village has been very strange.
Every day, village chief Wang Datou would squat on the big millstone at the village entrance, smoking his pipe while peering over the high walls of the Qin family's house.
"It's been three days."
Wang Datou tapped his pipe, his face full of worry: "That scoundrel must have been chopped up and fed to the dogs by those ruthless bastards from the Qin family."
The villagers were also filled with fear and anxiety.
After all, the Qin family's current power is too terrifying.
The rumbling harvesters, the uniformed soldiers patrolling, and the aroma of meat that could be smelled even from two miles away...
That was another world. A fairyland they could only look up to, but dared not touch.
"What a tragedy... Even though Wang Er was a scoundrel, he was still a human being..."
Just as the whole village was preparing to build a cenotaph for Wang Ermazi and, incidentally, curse the Qin family for being "rich but heartless".
sunset.
A round, shiny figure, humming an unknown tune, swaggered onto the path at the village entrance.
"belch--!"
The man let out a loud burp.
A strong, overpowering aroma, carrying the scents of scallions and lard, wafted on the wind and landed directly on the faces of the sallow-faced, emaciated villagers.
The whole village was stunned.
The pipe in Wang Datou's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Wang...Wang Er?!"
Wang Ermazi, who used to be as thin as a skeleton, had suddenly gained weight!
He was wearing an old work uniform that the Qin family had discarded (it was a bit big, but the fabric was thick), his face was flushed, a suspicious bit of oil dangled from the corner of his mouth, and he was carrying a bulging burlap sack.
This is hardly a trip to jail.
This is clearly a vacation that took place at the only five-star inn in this chaotic world!
……
"How are you? You're not dead?"
The villagers swarmed around as if they'd seen a ghost, bombarding them with questions: "The Qin family didn't beat you? They didn't throw you into the fertilizer pit?"
"Hit me?"
Wang Ermazi picked his teeth dismissively, his face displaying an arrogant expression that said, "You bunch of bumpkins."
"I'm a skilled worker in the Qin family! I'm specifically responsible for maintaining that...that white jade artifact!"
He didn't dare say it was for cleaning the latrine.
After all, in the Qin family, the toilet was cleaner than their pots; scrubbing the toilet was called "jade maintenance"!
"Then look, what's this?"
Wang Ermazi threw the burlap sack in his hand onto the large millstone with a crisp "clatter".
Untie the pocket.
A powerful aroma—a combination of caramelized, crispy, and spicy fragrance mixed with chili powder and cumin—exploded through the crowd like a bomb.
That was a whole bag of golden-yellow rice crackers.
This is the bottom of the Qin family's huge iron pot, big enough to cook meals for hundreds of people; it's the bottom of the pot that was scraped off.
In ordinary households, a burnt pot is a bitter thing.
But under Su Wan's guidance, the head chef of the Qin family canteen re-fried these rice crusts in hot oil, sprinkled them with refined salt, chili powder and cumin produced in the space, and they became a god-level snack that was unique in this era!
"Gulp."
Wang Datou stared at the golden-brown rice crust, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"This...this is for us?"
"Dream on!"
Wang Ermazi grabbed a palm-sized piece of rice crust, took a bite with a "crunch," and the crisp sound made your teeth ache, with crumbs falling all over the ground.
"This is the 'garbage' that the Qin family canteen threw away. They said it was too hard and might hurt Madam Su's teeth, so they didn't want it."
"Lady Su is kind-hearted. Seeing that I was about to go home, she gave me some pig feed."
Rubbish?
Feeding pigs?
The villagers' eyes turned red as they looked at the oil and seasonings covering the surface.
These days, they've practically gnawed all the bark off the trees, and the Qin family actually throws away this exquisite delicacy, coated in oil and seasoned with fine salt, as garbage?!
"Give me a bite! Just one bite!"
One child couldn't resist and rushed forward to grab a crumb and put it in his mouth.
The next second, the child cried.
It's not that it tastes bad, it's so delicious it'll make you cry!
"Waaaah... Mom! It smells like meat! It smells like heaven! It's even better than the dumplings we have for Chinese New Year!"
These words completely shattered the villagers' psychological defenses.
"Does the Qin family need more pigs? I want to be a pig!"
"Wang Er! You heartless bastard! Take me to the Qin family! I'm strong! I'm not afraid of getting tired! I can even clean that white jade basin!"
"I'll go too! I'll just eat this 'garbage'!"
Wangjia Village, which originally harbored some jealousy and hatred towards the Qin family, was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming force of this bag of "leftovers".
What dignity? What ancestors?
Compared to the Qin family's crispy rice crust, it's all nothing!
……
at this time.
On top of the five-meter-high watchtower of the Qin family compound.
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire Langya Special Zone in a golden glow.
Su Wan, dressed in a light purple flowing fairy dress, leaned on the cushioned railing, holding a monocular telescope (a little gadget made by Lao Wu), watching the commotion at the village entrance in the distance with great interest.
"That Wang Er is really something. That bag of rice crackers turned out even better than I expected."
A smile played on her lips, and her sly, foxy expression was so alluring it made one's heart itch.
"My sister-in-law is quite adept at using the 'spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones' tactic."
A languid, elegant voice, tinged with a hint of amusement and a touch of calculation, rang out behind her.
It's the fourth one, Qin Yue.
Today he was wearing a dark green brocade robe, with his signature golden abacus hanging at his waist. He wasn't holding a fan, but rather a crystal bowl.
The bowl contains Kyoho grapes, freshly picked from the grape trellis in the space and chilled with well water.
The dark purple skin was covered with glistening water droplets, and each fruit was as big as a baby's fist.
"Why did Fourth Brother come up here?" Su Wan turned around, a few strands of her hair were ruffled by the evening breeze.
Qin Yue walked over slowly, without rushing to speak.
He first placed the bowl of grapes on the wide side of the railing, then turned slightly to the side, using his tall frame to shield Su Wan from the glaring afternoon sun.
"Let's see if the 'fish' my sister-in-law raised has taken the bait yet."
His ever-present, affectionate peach blossom eyes casually swept over the group of villagers rushing towards the Qin family's direction like madmen, a hint of businessman's indifference and mockery flashing in his eyes.
"Just a pack of starving wild dogs."
Qin Yue chuckled softly and picked up a grape from the bowl with his slender fingers.
The movement was so elegant, it was as if she were playing with a luminous pearl.
"As long as we have meat and bones, we'd be willing to do anything for us, let alone work. We'd even ask them to dig up their ancestral graves to pave the way for us."
These words may sound cold and callous, but they are the truth of chaotic times.
Su Wan looked at his shrewd businessman face and couldn't help but glare at him reproachfully:
"Don't put it so harshly, that's labor. We're short-staffed for the second phase of the Never Sleeps project."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say is right."
Qin Yue immediately dropped his cold demeanor and put on a fawning smile.
He began peeling grapes.
His fingertips deftly tore open the purplish-black skin, revealing the juicy, emerald-green flesh inside. Abundant juice flowed down between his fingers, wetting his fingertips, which gleamed enticingly in the setting sun.
"Sister-in-law, open your mouth."
Qin Yue held the peeled grape in his hand and brought it to Su Wan's lips.
Su Wan opened her mouth subconsciously.
The cool, sweet flesh of the fruit was put into my mouth.
But Qin Yue did not immediately withdraw his fingers.
His fingertips, under the guise of feeding, lightly brushed against Su Wan's soft, warm lips. Even the instant Su Wan took a grape into her mouth, his fingertip gently pressed against her full lower lip.
Sticky grape juice.
"Hmm..." Su Wan's body stiffened slightly as she tasted the burst of sweetness in her mouth, and also sensed a faint, almost imperceptible, sense of danger.
She tried to back away, but found herself behind a railing with nowhere to retreat.
Qin Yue did not make any further moves. He simply withdrew his hand and, in front of Su Wan, slowly put the grape juice remaining on his fingertips into his mouth.
The tip of the tongue rolls over the fingertips.
That action was so erotic it made my scalp tingle.
Su Wan's face flushed crimson, as if dyed red by the sunset: "Fourth Brother! You...aren't you filthy?!"
"Dirty?"
Qin Yue raised an eyebrow, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with moisture, as if holding hooks:
"How could the food my sister-in-law ate be dirty?"
"It's sweet."
He took a step closer, trapping Su Wan between himself and the railing.
The air was filled with the sweet scent of grapes, as well as the pleasant aroma of agarwood emanating from him.
"Sister-in-law, look at those people down there."
Qin Yue raised his chin, pointed at the villagers in the distance who were going crazy over a bit of "leftovers" from the Qin family, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a unique allure:
"They would trample on their dignity for the sake of a mouthful of food, even if it meant being treated like dogs."
Me too.
He suddenly lowered his head, his gaze fixed on Su Wan's flustered little face.
His hands rested on the railing beside her waist, the veins on the back of his hands bulging slightly from restraint.
"For this little 'treat' from my sister-in-law..."
"Even if it meant being a con artist for my sister-in-law, stealing all the money in the world... I would do it willingly."
"Those people want to be the Qin family's dogs."
Qin Yue's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear it, carrying a kind of obsessive and intense heat that made one's legs go weak:
"And me..."
"I only want to be my sister-in-law's dog."
"As long as my sister-in-law occasionally... feeds me a bite, just like she feeds them."
As he spoke, he peeled another grape.
This time, he did not feed it to Su Wan.
Instead, he bit off half of it and put it in his mouth, then leaned down, his handsome and devilish face magnified infinitely in Su Wan's pupils.
"Sister-in-law..."
"This grape is too big for me to eat by myself."
"Help?"
Their breaths mingled together.
Su Wan could even see the trembling of his eyelashes and smell the refreshing grape scent in his breath.
Just as those two thin lips were about to touch.
"Fourth Master! Fourth Master!"
Suddenly, the accountant's pig-like screams shattered the exquisitely beautiful atmosphere from downstairs:
"Master Qian is here! He says he brought ten cartloads of silver to buy cotton! He's making a scene in the main hall, demanding to see you!"
Qin Yue's movements suddenly stopped.
He closed his eyes briefly, and a vein throbbed on his forehead—a sign of extreme sexual dissatisfaction.
"Damn nouveau riche."
Qin Yue cursed under his breath, a murderous glint in his eyes: "Why did they have to come now of all times... Can't I just not make this money?!"
Taking advantage of the moment, Su Wan scurried out of his arms like a startled rabbit, clutching her pounding heart, her face as red as a ripe tomato.
"Hurry...hurry up! Business is important!"
Looking at her adorable, avoidant expression, Qin Yue's anger subsided considerably, replaced by a helpless indulgence.
He straightened up, slowly tidied his somewhat disheveled clothes, and resumed his shrewd and calculating persona as "Fourth Master Qin".
"Okay, I'll go slaughter the fat sheep."
He reached out and quickly pinched Su Wan's burning cheek, its texture smooth and soft as butter.
"My sister-in-law owes me a grape."
"Keep track of the accounts at night, including principal and interest...it has to be repaid."
After saying that, he turned and went downstairs, his back view elegant and his steps graceful.
Su Wan leaned against the railing, panting heavily.
She watched the figure walking towards the door downstairs.
Who would have thought that Qin Siye, that ruthless and unscrupulous merchant who would devour people without spitting out their bones in front of outsiders.
In her presence, he truly seemed like a big fox wagging its tail, just wanting its owner to pat its head...