Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Who Are We Supposed to Beat Up

Xu Shuhua let out a snort of laughter, secretly thinking to herself, “Serves her right!”

What does it mean to be penny wise and pound foolish?

This is exactly it!

Wang Po hadn’t noticed Xu Shuhua’s arrival and was still standing there, grumbling with her hand over her mouth.

“That sour jujube tree is really strange. It’s so early in the season, and all the fruit on the tree has already turned red. A bunch has even fallen to the ground. No wonder the old saying goes, ‘When something’s out of the ordinary, there’s something unnatural about it.’ It’s true! And they’re so sour! Might as well just chop the tree down.”

Xu Shuhua could have let the rest slide, but when she heard Wang Po say “when something’s out of the ordinary, there’s something unnatural about it,” she wasn’t having it.

The reason the jujubes on that tree ripened early was all because of Yu Nuannuan.

Now Wang Po was saying this—wasn’t she basically calling Yu Nuannuan a monster?

“You really are something else. That jujube tree is growing perfectly fine up in the mountains, not on your land. Why do you want to chop it down for no reason? You eat the fruit and then complain it’s too sour. Why are you so hard to please? Did the tree beg you to eat its fruit?”

Wang Po was in the middle of her complaints when she suddenly got a full-on verbal lashing, leaving her completely stunned.

She looked up and saw it was Xu Shuhua. The expression on Wang Po’s face changed several times.

“You… Old Lady Yu, I wasn’t talking about you. Why are you so worked up? Don’t tell me you’re the one who made that jujube tree turn out like this?”

Xu Shuhua nodded. “You know what, you’re actually right about that.”

Not just Wang Po—even the onlookers didn’t believe it for a second.

If Xu Shuhua really had that kind of ability… well, she just didn’t, plain and simple.

Seeing everyone’s reaction, Xu Shuhua sighed. “These days, no one believes the truth anymore. But let me tell you, Wang Po, from now on, that jujube tree is mine. If you want a few jujubes, fine, I won’t argue with you. But if you keep talking nonsense, don’t blame me for being rude.”

Wang Po gave Xu Shuhua a look that screamed, “Are you crazy?” “Old Lady Yu, are you out of your mind? You’re going to take charge of a jujube tree?”

“I sure am. What of it? Got a problem with that? Want to settle it with me?”

“Settle—”

Xu Shuhua raised her eyebrows at Wang Po, looking eager for a fight.

Wang Po swallowed her words immediately. “Settle what? You think everyone’s like you, always ready to fight at the drop of a hat. It’s just a jujube tree! It’s not even edible. If you want it, take it! Who’s going to fight you for it?”

Xu Shuhua swept her gaze over the crowd. “Any of you want to fight me for it?”

Everyone quickly shook their heads.

It wasn’t that they were afraid of Xu Shuhua—it was just that they’d all tried the jujubes from that tree today, and they were so sour their teeth ached.

Who in their right mind would want to fight Xu Shuhua over that?

Xu Shuhua glanced at the sky and saw there was still a while before dark. She turned to head home, but stopped at the gate and shouted inside, “Oldest, second, third, fourth—grab your shovels and come with me!”

The four Yu brothers, who were sitting around chatting, instantly perked up when they heard her.

They rushed to grab their shovels and ran to the door. “Mom, what’s up? Who are we supposed to beat up?”

Xu Shuhua shot her four sons an exasperated look. “Beat up who? We’re going into the mountains to dig up a tree.”

The four Yu brothers exchanged confused glances. Dig up a tree?

Weird as it was, they still followed Xu Shuhua into the mountains.

When they saw the tree covered in red jujubes, their expressions grew complicated.

Yu Hai scratched his head. “Mom, this is a sour jujube tree!”"

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