I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Chapter 241 Because I am Kind

Lin Jin finally realized that even the most honest person can tell lies. If she hadn't known that there were only a few clothes and a pass in the bag, she would have really thought that she had lost some treasure.

Lin Jin asked Zhuang Buyin in a low voice: "What if there is no way to end it?"

This crime is different.

"How could that be? Just bite them to death and throw them away. Since they dared to be greedy, this is what they deserve. Don't feel sorry. People like this must be taught a lesson, otherwise they will continue to steal in the future." Zhuang Buyin has been to so many places and witnessed the wickedness of human nature. He did not sympathize with the other party at all.

Yang Muer also agreed with Zhuang Buyin's statement: "If a poor family encountered such a thing today, they might jump into the river out of despair."

"Then let's do this." Lin Jin thought about it and felt that it was right. This wasn't just a street pickpocket. This was a burglary. The nature of the theft was indeed bad. "He is indeed a very bad person."

It is now mid-May. Although the Dragon Boat Festival has passed, mugwort leaves are still hung on the house. After all, mugwort leaves are a natural mosquito repellent herb.

Yin Fushu lit the dried mugwort leaves with a fire stick, smoked the area around the house, and then replaced them with new mugwort leaves and hung them up.

The shoes stepped on the fallen leaves and made a rustling sound. Yin Fushu looked at the person who came. She hadn't seen Feng Yuan for three years. When she saw her for the first time, she really thought carefully about who this person was before she remembered.

"Cousin." Yin Fushu called out lightly.

"Don't call me cousin, your last name is not Feng." Feng Yuan did not accept Yin Fushu's greeting. Yin Fushu was the adopted daughter of her fourth uncle. Her fourth uncle had no children in his life, but in the end he brought home a little fool and raised him as his own daughter. However, the good times did not last long, and her fourth uncle died after a few years.

Not long after her fourth uncle died, her aunt's health became worse and worse. Yin Fushu was like a disaster star, bringing misfortune to both his father and mother.

Yin Fushu suppressed the expression in her eyes. Thinking that Feng Yuan was her parents' relative, she was not angry: "Then what are you doing here?"

Feng Yuan sneered and took out the rice paper from her sleeve: "Yin Fushu, why did you go into the mountains three years ago and didn't come back for three days? Why were you a fool before you went into the mountains, but became smart after you came out? Are you really Yin Fushu?"

"God has blessed me. I have been stupid for many years, but I became smart after a bump on the head. Why? Is it not possible?" Yin Fushu frowned. She and Feng Yuan had a bad relationship since childhood, but she had never reached the point of finding fault. But today the other party was obviously not here with good intentions.

Feng Yuan laughed foolishly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "How come you are so lucky, while others are not."

Yin Fushu remained calm and said, "Because I'm kind, is there any problem?"

Seeing that Yin Fushu was still trying to argue, Feng Yuan questioned her with every word pointed at her: "Even if you become smarter, can you be born knowing everything? You haven't been able to read or write for more than ten years, so how can you write poems and essays the moment you wake up?"

Yin Fushu did not say anything. This matter was indeed not something that could be told to outsiders, and she had indeed stolen someone else's literary talent.

"You still don't admit it? Look at what this is!" Feng Yuan threw the rice paper in her hand to Yin Fushu.

Yin Fushu unfolded the wrinkled rice paper and looked at the poem on it: "Oh, the poem I wrote three years ago."

"Did you win against me, or did you copy someone else's poem and pass it off as your own?" Feng Yuan's eyes were full of certainty. "The handwriting here is completely different from what you wrote later. What else do you have to refute?"

"Yin Fushu, you copied other people's poems to trick your clan into collecting money for you to go to the capital. You are so shameless!" Feng Yuan pointed at her nose and scolded, "Do you think you are a real scholar just because you pretend like this? You are just a despicable country woman who plagiarized other people's works!"

Yin Fushu looked at the poem she had written in Song Shixia's handwriting because she didn't know how to write very well at the time. This poem was indeed not something she could have written at the time, and she had no way of refutation.

She took out a fire stick and burned the rice paper completely. She looked up at Feng Yuan and asked, "Where's the evidence?"

Feng Yuan stared at Yin Fushu's unhesitating action in amazement, her hands not even shaking: "You, you..."

"After my father died, his fertile land should have belonged to my mother. However, not only did the clan not give the land to my mother, they also used me as an excuse to drive her out of the clan. The money was originally owed to my mother by the clan. How could it be a lie?" She just gave them a nicer reason to return the money, and didn't let them completely lose face.

It’s a pity that she failed to save her mother in the end, and it was too late after all.

Her mother wouldn't fight for it, and she was stupid and always fooled in the past, so the family wealth was taken away without her knowing it. She couldn't raise money to treat her mother's illness, so she kept delaying and her mother reached the point where no medicine could help.

The Feng family originally owed her mother.

"You should be thankful that I woke up early, before my mother passed away. If I had woken up after my mother passed away, my axe would be waiting for you!" Yin Fushu wondered if he had behaved too well in the month before leaving Fengjia Village, causing Feng Yuan to forget that when she was stupid, she was the one who dared to go into the mountains alone with an axe to kill tigers in winter.

"You, you, you have really been pretending all these years. The letters you sent back are also..."

"Yes, I was pretending. Now that you know, why don't you leave? Are you waiting for me to beat you?" Yin Fushu raised his toes and a bamboo pole fell into his hand. He pointed at Feng Yuan, "You don't think that I really treat you as my cousin just now, do you?"

Feng Yuan lowered her eyes and looked at the bamboo stick pointing at her nose. Cold sweat trickled down her forehead. "Are you crazy? Are you going to kill someone? The poems you wrote over the years were just to suppress me and prevent me from going to Beijing to expose you, right?"

"You're not worthy." Yin Fushu's lips curled up slightly, but there was no smile at all. "I just wanted to scold the ruthless people in your family. As for what you said, where is the evidence?"

She copied Song Shixia's poem, so she would naturally go and apologize to Song Shixia. As for Feng Yuan? Who cares about her?

"I won't kill you, but if you don't leave, I don't mind letting you see how I beat people in the past." Although Yin Fushu has been stupid for more than ten years, no one dares to bully her because she can't understand other people's sarcasm. But if someone dares to attack her, she will really beat them without any care when she is angry, and she won't know the severity of the blow.

Even if something happens accidentally, it will be useless even if she reports it to the authorities. She is just a fool. She knows she can't beat him but still wants to provoke a fool. Who can she blame?

"You!" Feng Yuan was furious, but then she thought about how Yin Fushu lived in this remote area and couldn't get into the women's academy. Once she got into the academy, she would be able to suppress Yin Fushu. "Just wait."

When she became a female official, the first person she dealt with was Yin Fushu.

Yin Fushu clicked his tongue twice.

There are always many people in this world whose character does not match their talent, but those who are both talented and virtuous have such short lives.

She looked in the direction of Song Shixia's tomb.

Yin Fushu lived here not because she couldn't afford a house in the capital, but because this place was close to Song Shixia's tomb. She had guarded Song Shixia's tomb for three years and had also swept the tomb for three years. She always felt that she was letting this woman down.

Three years ago, she planned to store food for the winter in advance, so she often went into the mountains. That year, she hunted a bear, but the bear was too heavy. When she was carrying the bear down the mountain, she stepped on empty air and fell to death. Then when she woke up, she saw a bald monk.

The monk said that she was now a living dead, and that she had to cultivate her character well for the next three years. She had to fall asleep after nightfall every day and absorb the essence of heaven and earth in order to have a chance to be reborn as a human being.

She originally thought that she was lucky to have survived, but later, many memories that did not belong to her suddenly appeared in her mind. Things that she had never eaten or seen before appeared in her mind.