Chapter 45: We’re Not What You Say We Are

When someone saw her using the Strength Spell, Shi Yuebai didn’t panic.

It was nothing—at worst, she’d just silence them.

Besides, Guai Guai wasn’t the type to gossip.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

His hair, now cut to shoulder-length, hung down clean and straight, surprisingly smooth and jet-black.

So black it almost shimmered with a faint blue sheen.

The hair quality of this body Shi Yuebai was using wasn’t bad at all.

“Alright, we’ll do as you suggested.”

She turned back with Shi Yaoyao.

The next morning, before dawn, Shi Yuebai didn’t even have to ask Guai Guai.

He brought over the improved digging mechanical arm on his own.

A real talent.

His digging arm didn’t use any power source—just clever mechanical design to maximize force.

It could easily crush a stone.

“I can’t get it down to powder, though,” Guai Guai said, a little regretful.

He hunched over, skinny and shriveled, clothes in tatters, hair a mess.

He watched as Shi Yuebai crushed a stone into fine powder with her bare hands.

It was so fine—even finer than sand from a sand mill.

But Guai Guai’s mechanical arm, using only physics, could at best crush stones into uneven granules.

Still, with all the women of the Shi family and even little Shi Yaoyao working together, the speed at which they produced gravel increased a lot.

Guai Guai glanced over. The old, weak, sick, and disabled of the Shi family sat on the stone pile in the yard, wearing the digging arms and crushing rocks.

He turned to leave.

From start to finish, Guai Guai never showed the contempt or ridicule toward the Shi family that others did.

Some people from other teams, especially the tall ones, would shamelessly crane their necks over the rubble wall to peek inside.

Seeing the Shi family all crushing stones together, they burst out laughing.

“What’s this? Are those idiots playing with rocks now?”

“Hey, how much longer can your potatoes last? Shi Yuebai is out here trading supplies!”

As soon as they shouted from outside, Shi Yuebai dropped the stone in her hand, dusted the powder off her thick palms, and calmly wheeled her cart to the door.

Outside stood Chen Huaihai, Qu Zhongshun, and a few others.

Behind them was Wei Lingxia, her face bruised and swollen.

Chen Huaihai’s beady rat eyes kept darting behind the sheet that served as their door curtain.

When he spotted Nong Yasi, he spat, “Slut!”

He was just waiting to see how long Nong Yasi would stay with the Shi family once they ran out of food.

“Fat idiot, here’s a pile of shit. Trade it for your cat food—want to?”

Qu Zhongshun sneered, looking at Shi Yuebai with both disgust and disdain.

When Shi Yuebai paused to think, the men around him and Chen Huaihai burst into laughter.

She’s actually considering it? Trading cat food for shit?

Hahaha.

Second Sister-in-law Shi, furious, felt her way out, hands trembling, her blank eyes facing Chen Huaihai and Qu Zhongshun.

“Don’t go too far! We’re not as stupid as you think!”

Those little buns they traded away, Yuebai said they were expired—she wouldn’t let the Shi family eat them.

Though the Shi family hadn’t gone hungry lately, they were nowhere near desperate enough to trade potatoes for shit.

Chen Huaihai and Qu Zhongshun laughed maniacally.

“She says they’re not stupid? Hahaha!”

The whole group mocked the Shi family’s old, weak, sick, and disabled as idiots and morons.

Chen Huaihai sneered, “Yeah, as if an idiot would know they’re an idiot.”

Second Sister-in-law Shi was so angry she was about to cry.

She’d been drinking a lot of water lately.

Shi Yuebai’s water was like it was free, nourishing the Shi family.

As she started to cry, blackish-yellow tears rolled down her cheeks.

A familiar sting burned her eyes.

Even her daily headaches eased a little from the pain.

She heard even louder laughter from across the way.

She was both angry and hurt.

Shi Yuebai turned back to her and said,

“Our own flaws are ours to accept—there’s nothing to argue about.”

“But if you can’t handle a few taunts, that’s real stupidity.”

You have to know yourself. Chen Huaihai calls them idiots, morons, fatties, and so on.

Isn’t it true?

If you can’t admit your own flaws, and feel wronged when others mock you—

And then argue with those who are whole and able—

You’re just making things harder for yourself.

People mock you because they want to get under your skin.

If you can’t let it go and get all worked up—

They’ll just mock you even more.

Second Sister-in-law Shi asked, “So what should we do?”

“Just let them bully us?”

Shi Yuebai replied calmly, “There’s only one way to deal with people like that. Don’t talk—just kill them.”

As soon as she finished, Qu Zhongshun and the others laughed even harder.

“Hahaha, she’s so tough!”

“We’re so scared, oooh, so scared!”

Bang!

A gunshot.

One of those ancient handguns from ages ago.

Yi Zhe and his mercenaries, who were on their way to the Shi house, suddenly stopped.

He turned his dirty face, ears perked toward the Shi house.

“Something’s wrong. That was a gunshot.”

No one used such old weapons anymore.

Almost no one could even recognize the sound.

Yi Zhe, though, came from a long line of garrison soldiers—he knew all kinds of weapons, hot, cold, even lasers.

He and his mercenaries sprinted toward the Shi house.

Meanwhile, Qu Zhongshun stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest.

He looked at Second Sister-in-law Shi as his body collapsed backward.

She stood there, hands shaking, holding a black pistol.

Her hearing was unmatched—even though she was blind, she’d hit Qu Zhongshun’s heart with a single shot.

One bullet—dead.

Chen Huaihai took a long time to react.

He pointed at Second Sister-in-law Shi, mouth opening and closing, wanting to curse, to kill her.

But she, still trembling, suddenly swung the gun toward him.

“We’re not… we’re not…”

She murmured,

“We’re not what you say we are.”

At last, no one dared mock them as a bunch of idiots anymore.

See? Shi Yuebai was right—when it comes to people who taunt you, just kill them.

Why argue?

The more you argue, the more it seems you can’t accept your flaws.

Just kill them. Kill them all.

“Fuck you all!”

Yi Zhe, from far away, could already smell the stench.

He and his mercenaries rushed over and saw the scene:

A group of men had been bullying Shi Yuebai and Second Sister-in-law Shi, two people at a disadvantage.

One look, and Yi Zhe knew they’d been bullied.

He and his mercenaries charged in, fists and feet flying at Chen Huaihai and the others.

(Sorry for the late update today—Little Mie Mie wanted to go see Qimiao Mengke.)"