I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 65 - Xiao Hu and Rongrong

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Xiao Hu and Rongrong

Chapter 65 -65 Xiao Hu and Rongrong

The family’s courtyard wall wasn’t high—Qiao Qingyu could easily jump in. However, spinning her eyes around, she decided to use the wooden stick in her hand to smash the lock instead.

An open door is always a bit safer than one that’s locked tight.

Moreover, making some noise is better than keeping silent.

The wooden stick in her hand was no ordinary one; it was made from elm, a wood that’s tough, with a fine grain, hardly inferior to an iron bar.

That’s why there’s a saying about elmwood knots.

Inside the humble, dilapidated mud brick house at this moment, Xiao Hu and He Xuerong were terrified.

Xiao Hu’s hands were tied with rope. He Xuerong stared wide-eyed, unblinking as if her soul had left her body at this time.

She sat quietly on the dirty kang bed, her eyes unfocused yet in no way diminishing the delicacy of her features.

The middle-aged man kept smacking his lips, fixated on He Xuerong. It was the first time he’d seen a girl as pretty as her.

A sinister gleam flashed across his eyes.

He bared his teeth and started to approach He Xuerong.

Xiao Hu, like a tiny cannonball, charged at him, knocking the middle-aged man back several steps. His hands might have been bound, but he positioned himself in front of He Xuerong, his face awash with tears. With a trembling voice, he shouted, “Get away, you… you big bully! Let us go or my Uncle He will bring everyone to catch you and you’ll end up in prison…”

Xiao Hu, only five years old, finally understood what regret meant. He shouldn’t have picked up that key, shouldn’t have opened Uncle He’s office out of curiosity, and he definitely shouldn’t have taken Rongrong on an adventure to Coal Mountain.

He was wrong. Uncle He, Mom, please come save us.

Xiao Hu cried with a muffled whimper, but his small frame stood resolutely in front of He Xuerong.

This man was a big bully.

How he wished he could suddenly grow bigger at a time like this.

The middle-aged man, caught off guard but facing only a child’s strength, recovered after a few steps back.

He smirked at the sight of the two kids and glanced outside. The wind was fierce, as if it would lift the thatched roof right off. He’d had enough of this wretched place and this damned weather.

He strode angrily toward Xiao Hu, grabbed his shirtfront, and slapped him several times before hurling Xiao Hu against the opposite wall.

Xiao Hu’s vision darkened, and he lost consciousness.

He Xuerong seemed to finally realize the world around her was no longer safe.

Tense, she leapt down from the kang bed and retreated back into a corner.

The middle-aged man laughed, “Little baby, don’t hide. You’re so cute. Let uncle take good care of you. You must be obedient or I’ll break your hands and legs.”

Then, glaring menacingly at He Xuerong, he threatened, “Then, you’ll crawl on the ground like a bug…”

He Xuerong, her face expressionless, instinctively sensed the danger. She suddenly widened her eyes in fright, not knowing what to do as the man drew closer.

At this point, Qiao Qingyu couldn’t care less if this was the robbers’ den.

Carrying her stick, she entered the courtyard, scanning the surroundings. It was just a simple farmhouse, much like the one she was living in now. She headed straight for the main door of the mud brick house.

After a moment’s thought, she kicked the door open.

Standing in the doorway, she was puzzled—why was it so quiet inside?

Could it be that no one was there?

Qiao Qingyu didn’t know that this household had no glass windows, just papered ones, and at the moment the weather was gloomy, with a fierce wind howling so loudly it could mask all other sounds. Moreover, the middle-aged man inside was focused solely on He Xuerong.

Naturally, he didn’t hear Qiao Qingyu kicking the door.

Inside the house, there was a choking stench. It was low and shabby, the first room being the kitchen, and then to the east was another room, and that was all there was.

Qiao Qingyu held a stick in her left hand, her thumb resting on the edge of her forefinger.

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In case of any emergency, she could retreat into the safety of her lab space.

She headed towards the eastern room.

The door was open, and at first glance, she saw Xiao Hu lying straight on the ground, hands bound, and in a corner squatted a little girl with terror-filled eyes, her face streaked with tears, her tiny body trembling. And before her, the middle-aged man who had been driving the cart was already reaching out to grab He Xuerong.

Despite the dim light, Qiao Qingyu immediately recognized the two children from her angle.

Qiao Qingyu was fuming with rage as she stormed into the room. The middle-aged man only then seemed to notice someone had entered, and just as he turned around, he was struck in the back by a wooden stick. A sharp pain assaulted him, and he fell to his knees with a thump.

But he was quick to react, rolling on the ground and standing up rapidly despite the pain.

A beautiful girl with eyes full of fury was glaring at him menacingly, holding a large stick in her hand—indeed, she was the same girl who had once passed them by on a bicycle and then had followed behind their cart before suddenly disappearing.

The middle-aged man moved his back, grimacing with pain, when suddenly, He Xuerong swiftly stood up.

She sprinted towards Qiao Qingyu like the wind.

Qiao Qingyu scooped her up, and He Xuerong stood behind her, clutching at her pants tightly.

“You little bitch, Heaven offered you a path you did not take, Hell had no gate yet you barged in, is this not falling into the trap on your own?” he exclaimed.

Although the man was wearing ragged clothes and his face was tanned, as soon as he spoke, Qiao Qingyu was sure he was not simply a farmer.

His accent was strange, and his words held a deeper meaning.

But none of this mattered now. Qiao Qingyu grabbed hold of He Xuerong, yanking her hands free and then placed He Xuerong in the corner.

She softly instructed, “Rongrong, don’t be afraid. Watch Aunt Qiao beat up the bad guy.”

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, “You silly girl, don’t overestimate yourself. Behave, and you might suffer less…”

“Scum, have you never heard the saying villains die from talking too much?”

As she spoke, Qiao Qingyu, swinging her stick, charged at the man. The spot she had hit was deliberate; she targeted the area around his lumbar spine and coccyx.

And she used all her strength.

Even if he wasn’t paralyzed, he would not be able to exert much force while moving.

Realizing he might have injured his coccyx, the middle-aged man glared at Qiao Qingyu venomously and, despite the intense pain in his lower back, did not evade but rather reached out to grab the stick.

Then he got hold of the stick.

Qiao Qingyu sneered. Although she was not incredibly strong, the body she inhabited was far from weak.

Especially now, in the throes of anger.

She clung to the stick and pulled hard towards herself, and the man instinctively pulled back, feeling a crack at the spot of the coccyx. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying out in agony.

His grip on the stick involuntarily loosened, and Qiao Qingyu, without hesitation, swung the stick at him repeatedly and mercilessly.

Take advantage of his illness to take his life.

Until the middle-aged man was beaten down, lying motionless on the ground.