great-warnovel Chapter 135 The Ancestral Hall Blocks the Way! Second Brother Covers Her Ear with One Hand and Lower
Chapter 135 The Ancestral Hall Blocks the Way! Second Brother Covers Her Ear with One Hand and Lower
The morning sunlight shone on the newly completed cement road, giving it a cold, hard, grayish-white sheen.
This road is the artery connecting the Langya Special Zone with the outside world.
At this very moment, the first convoy personally escorted by Qin Lie should have been rolling across this frozen land, transporting truckloads of freshly fired glass products to the county town.
However, the convoy stopped.
Right at the border between the two villages, beneath the century-old, dilapidated chastity archway in Zhao Village, lies a row of dark coffin boards.
Not only are there coffin boards.
There were also dozens of old men wearing drab gray long gowns and sporting goatees, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road.
They were leaning on canes, with ancestral tablets behind them, their eyes closed, muttering incantations, looking like a group of zombies that had just crawled out of a graveyard.
"What happened?"
Su Wan poked her head out of the carriage that had been modified to have shock absorption.
Today she wore a moon-white high-necked, knotted-button jacket and skirt, with a cloak trimmed with rabbit fur over it. She looked gentle and noble, completely out of place in this desolate wilderness.
"Sister-in-law, don't get down."
Qin Meng, riding ahead, looked both agitated and helpless.
"It's those old fogies from Zhao Family Village. The one leading them is the Zhao family patriarch, Zhao Taigong. This old man says that the road we built has ruined the feng shui of their village and disturbed the peace of their ancestors."
"And you also said..."
Qin Meng glanced at Su Wan, hesitated, and his face turned bright red with anger.
"What else is there to say?"
Su Wan raised an eyebrow, before she could even get out of the car.
A slender, clean hand with distinct knuckles gently lifted the carriage curtain.
Qin Mo did not ride a horse.
Today he was wearing a dark-colored long gown, with his signature gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and a book in his hand. He exuded an air of scholarly refinement, as if he were untouched by the world.
What else can I say?
Qin Mo's voice was faint, like a cool breeze in late autumn, devoid of warmth.
"It's nothing more than saying that my sister-in-law is showing her face in public and is not a proper woman; that the Qin family is unorthodox and disgraceful to culture."
He reached out and, with a natural yet firm motion, took Su Wan's arm:
"Sister-in-law, you want to see it? Then come down and take a look. These living fossils from hundreds of years ago are quite rare."
Su Wan got out of the car with his help.
As soon as we landed, the "living fossils" over there started to stir.
"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"
The withered old man sitting in the very center—Zhao Taigong—suddenly opened his cloudy eyes.
He stood up shakily, jabbing the ground hard with his cane and pointing at Su Wan; his withered fingers resembled a piece of old tree branch.
"Qin family's young wife! Instead of staying in your boudoir embroidering, you dare to show your face in broad daylight! And parade around with so many men!"
"Look at what you're wearing! The neckline is so low! The skirt is so short (actually, it only shows the tips of your shoes)! It's simply... simply indecent!"
"If this were in our Zhao Family Village, a woman like you would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago!"
Old Master Zhao cursed with spittle flying, and the group of old men behind him echoed him, each with an extremely feudal and vicious look in their eyes, as if they wanted to strip Su Wan's clothes off to see if she was hiding some shameless and wicked intentions.
Su Wan wasn't angry yet.
Qin Mo, standing beside her, instantly turned cold.
That kind of cold isn't the cold of ice.
It is a meticulously calculated, emotionless, and death-like coldness.
He didn't fly into a rage like the third brother, nor did he act like the fourth brother, who was all smiles and jokes.
He simply took a step forward.
This seemingly casual step precisely cut off all the old men's gaze from looking at Su Wan.
His tall, slender figure was like an insurmountable barrier, keeping out all malice, filth, and curses.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Mo ignored the clamoring old men.
He turned to the side, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Su Wan's ear tips, which were slightly red from the cold wind.
Give me your hand.
Su Wan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out her hand.
Qin Mo did not hold her hand.
Instead, he raised the hand holding the book and, with the wide hem of his sleeve, gently but firmly covered Su Wan's ears.
That was... an extremely intimate gesture.
His palm, through his sleeve, rested against her earlobe, carrying a slightly cool body temperature and the pleasant scent of ink.
Don't listen.
His voice came through his sleeve, sounding muffled and deep, with a captivating magnetism:
"The stuff these old dogs spew out is stinker than the rocks in a latrine."
"Hearing it too much... will dirty your sister-in-law's ears."
Su Wan's ears were covered by him, and the world instantly became quiet.
All she could see was Qin Mo's sharp jawline and his phoenix eyes, hidden behind his glasses, which now gleamed with a dangerous light.
"You mean Zhao Taigong?"
Qin Mo finally turned his head and looked at the group of old men.
He continued to cover Su Wan's ears, and instead of letting go, he pressed his body even closer to her to protect her in the wind.
From Zhao Taigong's perspective.
The aloof scholar had one arm around the glamorous woman, his posture casual and his eyes filled with condescending disdain.
"What kind of attitude is this?! You're a scholar, how can you be so rude?!" Old Master Zhao was so angry that his beard trembled.
"etiquette?"
Qin Mo pushed up his glasses, a sly, almost roguish smile playing on his lips:
I observe proper etiquette when dealing with people.
"Compared to a few pieces of rotten wood... I'll only talk about physics."
"You've done a good job blocking the way."
Qin Mo casually glanced at the memorial tablets on the ground:
"Using the dead to oppress the living, using ancestors to oppress descendants."
"Since you all enjoy lying in the middle of the road so much..."
"Third brother."
Qin Mo called out without turning his head.
"Here!" Qin Meng had been holding back for a long time, his hand gripping the whip so tightly it cracked.
"Go and call a few brothers to go back to the special economic zone and bring over a few road rollers."
Qin Mo's voice was so calm, as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today:
"Since Old Master Zhao wants to use his own flesh and blood to test how sturdy our Qin family's roadbed is..."
"Then we'll grant his wish."
"Tell the guys to press down slowly."
"After all, she's an elderly person, her bones are brittle, if you press too quickly... she probably won't hear a sound."
madman!
That guy's insane!
Looking at Qin Mo's gentle and refined face, Zhao Taigong felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He'd seen tough guys before, but never one this monstrous!
That look clearly said: Hurry up and die, you'll be perfect for filling the roadbed for me!
"You...you dare! This is Zhao Family Village territory! If you dare to use violence, I'll report you to the county government! I'll kill myself by crashing into this archway!"
Old Master Zhao raised his cane, as if to smash it against the archway.
This is their usual tactic.
Crying, making a scene, threatening suicide – a complete moral blackmail tactic.
Normally, even the county magistrate would have to back down if he used this tactic.
But today, he encountered the Qin family.
It was Qin Mo.
"Want to crash?"
Qin Mo released his hand from Su Wan's ears, but did not leave. Instead, he put his arm around her shoulder and led her away from the place of trouble.
"Sister-in-law, turn around."
He coaxed her in a low voice, as if soothing a child, and reached out to cover Su Wan's eyes:
"The following scene is a bit gory, so don't watch."
After speaking, he turned to Zhao Taigong and gestured "please" with impeccable elegance:
"Master Zhao, please proceed."
"This archway is made of stone, it's hard enough. Your skull may be a bit thin, but if you have a long enough running start, it should break into pieces quite beautifully."
"Do you need me to count 'one, two, three' for you?"
Zhao Taigong: "..."
He stood frozen in place, unsure whether to bump into it or not.
Qin Mo not only removed the steps, but also dug a pit underneath and filled it with knives!
"Qin... Qin family brat! You wait! As long as I have a breath left, your caravan will not get past!"
Enraged, Old Master Zhao simply lay down on the ground and started acting like a rogue:
"Go ahead and overtake me if you dare! I don't want to live anymore! Let's all just give up!"
The group of old men behind them followed suit, lying haphazardly on the road like a pile of rotten, stinking flesh, completely blocking the Qin family's path.
The team was once again at a standstill.
After all, if a road roller were to run over and kill dozens of old men, it would be a major case in ancient times, one that even Magistrate Fang couldn't cover up.
Su Wan pulled down Qin Mo's hand that was blocking her view.
She looked at the group of scoundrels and suddenly laughed.
That smile was radiant and captivating, yet it also carried a hint of cunning.
"Second Brother."
She tiptoed and whispered in Qin Mo's ear.
Because of the height difference, she had to grab Qin Mo's collar. Her hot breath seeped into Qin Mo's collar, making him stiffen.
"Since they like it here..."
Su Wan's voice was soft and sweet, yet she uttered the harshest words:
"Then let them stay there."
"However, it's too lonely in this desolate wilderness."
"Second brother, how about we... send them some 'excitement'?"
Qin Mo looked down at the small face so close to his.
She was smiling.
Those peach blossom eyes gleamed with a calculating light, like a little fox who had done something naughty.
He loved her this way the most.
Not a saint, not weak, and when she gets ruthless... she's breathtakingly beautiful.
"lively?"
Qin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze lingering for a moment on those parting red lips before forcibly averting his eyes and adjusting his glasses:
"Sister-in-law refers to..."
"Loudspeaker."
Su Wan pointed to the space (hinting), and smiled meaningfully:
"Those loudspeakers that can wake up the dead."
"Plus... a few blush-inducing little tunes."
"Second Brother, how long do you think these old-fashioned people who insist on 'not listening to what is improper' can hold out?"
Qin Mo was taken aback.
Then, the corners of his mouth widened, and finally he chuckled softly.
"Oh……"
The laughter resonated from deep within his chest, carrying a sense of joy and indulgence.
He grasped Su Wan's hand that was gripping his collar, his fingertips gently caressing the delicate back of her hand as if he were playing with a precious object.
"My sister-in-law's move... is absolutely brilliant."
"To kill without shedding blood, but to destroy the spirit."
"it is good."
Qin Mo raised his head and looked at the group of old men still throwing a tantrum on the ground. His eyes were no longer cold, but rather filled with a mocking, cat-and-mouse attitude.
"Since sister-in-law wants to hear a sound..."
"Then Second Brother will personally set up a stage for them."
……
Half an hour later.
Instead of forcing their way through, the Qin family's convoy mysteriously retreated 500 meters and set up camp upwind of Zhao Family Village.
Old Master Zhao lay on the ground, watching the departing convoy, and stroked his beard smugly.
"Hmph! Try to fight me? These greenhorns are too inexperienced! As long as I hold this pass, even if the Qin family has mountains of gold and silver, they won't be able to move them out!"
however.
His triumph did not last long.
Because he saw that the bespectacled, refined scoundrel was directing that incredibly strong, big, dumb guy to erect a wooden pole several meters high by the roadside.
At the top of the pole hang several oddly shaped iron lumps that look like large funnels (high-pitched horn speakers, courtesy of Su Wan).
Moreover, the horn was pointing directly at their group.
"What's that thing?" an old man next to him asked in confusion.
"Who cares what it is! It's probably just some sorcery from the Qin family!" Old Master Zhao scoffed. "We just need to plug our ears, close our eyes, and rest. Let's see what they can do to us!"
Just then.
Under that wooden pole, in that control room that looked like a small house.
Su Wan was sitting in front of the testing console, holding a microphone in her hand.
It's very narrow here.
It's so narrow that it can only fit two people.
Qin Mo stood behind her, his hands braced on the edge of the control panel, encircling her completely in his arms.
"Sister-in-law, how do we do this?"
He asked in a low voice, his breath brushing against the back of Su Wan's neck.
Actually, with his intelligence, he would have understood it at a glance.
But he just wanted to ask.
He just wanted to see her teach him step by step.
"These are the volume buttons; turning them to the right increases the volume..."
Su Wan reached out to turn the knob.
Qin Mo's large hand reached out first and grasped her hand.
"I know."
His voice was a little hoarse, and his fingers guided her hand, slowly turning the knob.
As the scale climbed, the outside electrical current began to buzz.
"I mean...this frequency."
Qin Mo lowered his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, and looked at the ticking hands on the dial through her gold-rimmed glasses:
"How high do I need to turn it... to shatter the shame of those old geezers?"
"Sister-in-law..."
He suddenly tightened his arms around her, pressing his body even closer, his hard chest pressing firmly against her slender back.
"This room is too small."
"So quiet... I can hear your heartbeat."
"Thump, thump, thump."
"Louder than the loudspeakers outside..."
Su Wan felt weak all over from his teasing, her face turning as red as an apple:
"Second Brother! Be serious! There are still people watching outside!"
"They can't see it."
Qin Mo glanced at the completely sealed window, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
He suddenly reached out and picked up the microphone, but didn't speak into the microphone.
Instead, he brought his lips close to Su Wan's.
"Sister-in-law."
"Let's test the sound."
"Call me 'Second Brother'... and look at this loudspeaker, isn't it accurate at conveying affection?"
Su Wan: "..."
She looked at the dark microphone, then at the man behind her who was full of expectation but actually harbored wicked intentions.
She hadn't even had a chance to speak.
Qin Mo suddenly pressed the play button.
The tape, which had been prepared beforehand, began to spin.
"The vast horizon is my love..." (crossed out)
That was a folk love song that Su Wan had specially chosen. It was something that absolutely did not exist in this era, extremely penetrating, and with lyrics that were extremely straightforward and explicit.
"Buzz—!!!"
The enormous sound waves, instantly amplified by those loudspeakers, created a shockwave that blasted towards Zhao Family Village, 500 meters away!
"The boy sings a folk song across the way, while the girl weaves silk in her room."
"The boy wants that red bellyband~ The girl wants to touch it~"
The sound was so loud it was deafening!
The lyrics are so offensive they're unbearable to listen to!
Old Master Zhao, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and almost choked on his breath.
"What...what kind of lewd and obscene songs are these?!"
"Who is it?! Who dares to display such shameless behavior in broad daylight?!"
He clutched his chest, staring at the loudspeaker that was bombarding them with its sounds. He felt as if the noise was a drill, drilling not only into his ears but also into the very bones!
And in that cramped operating room.
Qin Mo looked at the group of old men jumping up and down outside and smiled with satisfaction.
He lowered his head and, amidst the deafening music, kissed Su Wan's burning earlobe.
"Sister-in-law."
"The show... is about to begin."
"On this frequency... no one can hear me kissing you except this song."