After Zhang Chen had prepared every detail in the mountains, he delivered the venison to his stepmother before returning home, disheveled and grimy. There, a fluffy white head poked out from the neighboring window, staring at Zhang Chen with a smug expression. That almost humanlike look was quite eerie. As Zhang Chen entered the yard, the Fox Spirit twitched her nose. Her eyes immediately lit up, and drool nearly spilled from her mouth.
Zhang Chen swept an expressionless gaze across the neighboring yard, especially at the Fox Spirit who was craning her neck and waiting eagerly. His liver ached with anger. This Fox Spirit was truly infuriating!
She was simply bullying honest Zhang Chen in broad daylight!
How could Zhang Chen endure such an unparalleled humiliation?
"You've gone too far!" Zhang Chen ground his teeth, yet still calmly carried the basket back inside. Then he took eight pieces of firewood to the partition wall and carefully used Steel Needles to pierce the mud, exposing a hole to peer through. Only after seeing that Zhang Chen was not home did he place the eight pieces of firewood in the woodshed, carefully setting them in a corner.
"There's still a bit too much firewood." Looking at the stacked firewood, a thought flashed through Zhang Chen's mind. But that works out perfectly. The Fox Spirit emptied out my stepmother's house, so I have a chance to send her some firewood.
Zhang Chen carefully calculated how much firewood he would need, then bundled some of it up and carried it out on his back.
"It's just a pity about these two rooms of mine. Father left them to me!" Standing before the house, Zhang Chen turned back for a look. The writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones inside were all left untouched. He did