Sheepadu
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654.9 K
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Fan Changyu noticed the issue right away. Not wanting these goons to scare off her customers, she decided to put them to work. The first batch of braised meat had almost sold out anyway, so she bought six pig heads and three buckets of offal from a neighboring butcher. She handed each thug a pig head and ordered them to clean the bristles thoroughly. The remaining ones were put to work washing the offal under her watchful eye. The sight of the fierce-looking thugs awkwardly plucking pig bristles and…-
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The cold northern wind swept in through the window, dispersing the steam rising from the tea and further sharpening the clarity of the man’s features. His refined, strikingly handsome face carried an inherent sharpness, and his piercing phoenix eyes were so cold and intimidating that one hardly dared to meet them directly. “You’ve gone to all this trouble to meet me, Master Zhao, just to say this?” Xie Zheng’s voice was calm but edged with displeasure. The finely dressed man, Zhao, immediately…
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The sun climbed higher, and icicles hanging from the eaves dripped steadily. A group of seven or eight burly men, their faces full of malice, shoved aside pedestrians and street vendors as they stormed toward Fan Changyu’s shop. Leading the group was a man with a broad face, a short beard, and an intimidatingly fierce appearance—except for the limp in his stride. It was none other than Master Jin, the head thug from the gambling hall who had caused trouble at the Fan household multiple times…
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Xie Zheng, his face cold and composed, draped a cloak over his shoulders as he rose from bed. Leaning on his crutch, he stepped out the door only to see Fan Changyu descending from the attic. In one hand, she held an oil lamp, and in the other, a flailing gyrfalcon whose feathers were now a chaotic mess. When she spotted Xie Zheng, she appeared mildly surprised. “Did I wake you up?” she asked. The gyrfalcon, which had been subdued after a few slaps, perked up pitifully the moment it saw its master.…
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Fan Changyu noticed that Xie Zheng hadn’t used the hairband she brought him but didn’t say anything about it. She had only given it to him because she knew how particular he was about cleanliness. Bathing was inconvenient in the winter, but he frequently used hot water to wipe himself down, and his hairband, which he washed often, sometimes took ages to dry. On those occasions, he would even set it by the fire to speed things up. That was why she had bought him a new one to use as a spare. She wasn’t…
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After stepping out with the laundry basket, Fan Changyu sighed. He must have seen the booklet. Since he’d chosen to keep it, she decided to pretend the whole thing never happened. With daylight still left, she headed to the marketplace and bought two plump pigs along with a chicken. The chicken had an important mission before it became a pot of nourishing soup—she planned to use it to lure that pesky gyrfalcon. Her father may have been a butcher, but he was also a skilled hunter. She had even joined…
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Something was definitely odd about him today, Fan Changyu thought, but she decided not to dwell on it. She poured the scalding water over the pig, soaking its hair thoroughly, then began the task of scraping it off. Xie Zheng sat on a low stool behind the stove, observing her work, his gaze lingering with a faintly raised brow. He found, unexpectedly, that he preferred seeing her like this—focused, determined, in her element. After a while, he asked, “Did your father teach you your fighting…
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Fan Changyu, remembering the lie she had told, found herself at a loss and replied defensively, “When did I ever cry?” Xie Zheng, who hated meddling in others’ affairs, had only stepped in because this woman had once saved his life; he couldn’t bear watching her waste her time on a man like that. Now, hearing her try to deny it, he didn’t bother responding further. Just then, Aunt Zhao from next door rushed over. “I heard that the Song family made a show of giving you silver before they left.…
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The crowd turned, exchanging glances at his words. After the broken engagement, the Fan and Song families had hardly acknowledged each other’s existence. Fan Changyu had already taken in a live-in husband, and it seemed likely that Song Yan would soon be wed to the county magistrate’s daughter. What more could there be between them? With mixed expressions, some people watched out of curiosity, some for entertainment, and others hoping to catch a bit of gossip. Fan Changyu stopped at the sound of her…
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"Isn’t that Changyu’s live-in husband?” one of the neighbor women whispered. “I caught a glimpse of him on their wedding day. Haven't seen him in a while—seems he’s gotten even more handsome!” “A face-off between the live-in husband and the former scholar fiancé… this is going to be interesting!” The neighborhood women, seeing Xie Zheng appear, exchanged glances between him and Song Yan, murmuring quietly among themselves. At that moment, Changning spotted her older sister. She…
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