The Slender Waist-Chapter 142 - 107: Feng Yun Establishes Her Authority

Chapter 142: Chapter 107: Feng Yun Establishes Her Authority

Xiaoman frowned, "When the General left, he seemed to have taken a box, was it the lady’s?"

Feng Yun was stunned and couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

"Let it be, it’s nothing now."

Seeing that object, he didn’t ask at the time, nor did he inquire afterwards, but he silently took it away. What was he planning to do?

Well.

Now that it’s been taken away, this embarrassing incident can be considered closed.

Feng Yun reined in her emotions, not wanting to think about it anymore...

However, when Xiaoman was tidying up the room, she found a packet of medicinal herbs on the desk, along with a letter.

Xiaoman didn’t dare to open it and handed it to Feng Yun.

"Could it be a letter left by the General?"

Who else could it be?

This tight-lipped man wouldn’t say anything directly.

Feng Yun opened the letter.

It roughly said that the herbs in the packet were meant to regulate her body, the ingredients were precious, and Puyang Jiu had a hard time obtaining them, so they should not be wasted, and she must remember to take them.

But he specifically cautioned:

Only after her monthly cycle cleared up, was she to take them.

There’s another line of writing, extremely bold.

"Indulging in pleasures harms the body and is not conducive to healing. When I triumphantly return, I’ll give you something better to eat."

Xiaoman slanted her eyes to look at the lady’s blushing face, then glanced at the letter again.

"Lady, what is the General going to give you to eat?"

Feng Yun hurriedly put the letter into her sleeve and assumed a serious expression.

"Mr. Gong should be coming for your lessons today, shouldn’t he? You don’t need to serve here, go and study with Mr. Gong."

Gong Zixi was previously the accountant of Yutangchun, and now also served as the teacher at Feng Yun’s estate, coming over every two days to teach for half a day, mainly instructing the estate’s people in simple characters, as well as arithmetic.

Upon hearing about lessons, Xiaoman felt as if her head would explode.

She couldn’t care anymore about what the lady was going to eat...

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There was an old ancestral hall in Huaxi Village, but it had been ruined during earlier wars, with beams collapsing and weeds growing all over inside and outside.

However, under the locust tree in front of the hall today, the place was packed with villagers.

The Zhang brothers were to be "flogged" here today, and the villagers looking for entertainment couldn’t find a better spot to watch, arriving earlier than others.

At noon, when the sun was most intense, Yang Daniu finally brought the people over from the Zhang family.

Several wooden benches were lined up in front of the hall, a makeshift execution ground.

Feng Yun sat under the locust tree, expression impassive.

"The offenses of the Zhang brothers, I presume everyone has already heard, so I will not elaborate here. I only ask you all, do they deserve to be punished, and should the village rules be enforced?"

The villagers immediately began to make a commotion.

"Good flogging."

"They definitely deserve it."

"The Village Chief’s wife is too kind."

Feng Yun turned her gaze to Xing Bing.

"Carry out the village rules."

Xing Bing: "Yes."

The soldiers stepped forward with bamboo canes in hand. The canes were bound with hemp ropes, which gave the appearance of reducing harm to prevent severe injuries or death, but in fact...

Feng Yun had them secretly apply saltwater to the hemp ropes...

Xing Bing felt that this cunning trick thought up by the lady was extremely satisfying.

It would not cause severe injuries, but the pain was doubled.

The lady really got to act kind while also mischievously fulfilling her role.

"Begin—enforce the village law!"

Xing Bing, thinking about that sensation, barely managed to keep a straight face as he instructed Yang Daniu.

"Headman Yang, you keep count."

He also specifically glared at the four soldiers and instructed,

"Listen well to the order, don’t hit one too many, and don’t ruin the rules."

The soldiers responded loudly, "Yes!"

The Zhang brothers had grim faces; being exposed in front of the entire village to have their pants removed and buttocks flogged was naturally infuriating, but once the trouble had occurred, they had no choice but to endure since the higher-ups told them to.

Zhang Erbing glared at Feng Yun before climbing onto the bench.

The others, seeing this, also silently lay across the wooden benches.

The villagers, watching the hemp-wrapped bamboo canes, commented on Feng Yun’s goodness.

But as the bamboo cane lashed down time and again, turning white buttocks red, then swollen, then skinned, cries of agony rose and fell throughout the old ancestral hall.

The villagers were people accustomed to hard work and enduring pain; they often got hurt during farm work, and hearing such cries, they couldn’t help but look down on them with disdain.

"They look like big and strong men, thought they were tough heroes."

"Can’t even bear a few lashes, what a wuss."

"Crying out like castrated pigs, utterly disgraceful."

The Zhang parents were also in the crowd, their expressions fluctuating. But the crowd, watching, might have considered them a bit too ruthless. Their children were being beaten like this, and yet they seemed more angry than pained.

This whole family was no good.

That was what the common people decided.

But Feng Yun knew in her heart...

These people were all from the Imperial Cavalry Division of the palace; they might not truly be related by blood, a ’family’ hastily formed for the task. Where could genuine pity stem from?

"Forty-eight."

"Forty-nine..."

"Fifty!"