He Looked Like a Lamb Waiting to Be Roasted

Prefect Fang was truly at a loss. If he could take over Black Wind Stronghold, would he still care about Zhou Wanwan and her group?

Cheng Xiao sighed and said:

"Take it slow, Zhou Wanwan's life in the Nie Family won't be easy either."

"Let this brat suffer a bit more, then she won't be so arrogant."

Zhou Wanwan has indeed had a tough time; her little courtyard is really shabby.

When I first stepped into this secluded courtyard, it was so dilapidated that it was an eyesore.

The ground was covered in thick dust and cobwebs, exuding a desolate atmosphere of long-abandoned habitation.

Anyone with eyes can see that Madam Nie was deliberately making things difficult for Zhou Wanwan by throwing her into such a shabby place, intending to embarrass her.

But once the Old Scholar Tree and his men made their move, the entire courtyard underwent a complete transformation in less than half an hour.

The courtyard was filled with all sorts of precious flowers and plants, and the Old Scholar Tree even had those trees build a gazebo for Zhou Wanwan.

A large basin of ice had been placed in the pavilion early in the morning, and the cool breeze spread out, completely dispelling the summer heat.

The stone table was laden with all sorts of seasonal fresh fruits: grapes, lychees, melons, watermelons, yellow peaches...

Zhou Wanwan ate a few slices of watermelon and said, "Our watermelon is so sweet!"

Zheng Xing'an nodded and said:

"They're really delicious. Our watermelons should have arrived in Beijing by now, right?"

I wonder if these watermelons will sell well.

Zhou Wanwan's uncles all manage various businesses in Beijing.

These vegetables and fruits were all transported there by large trees.

Because Zhou Wanwan stored energy inside the jade, the trees could stay afloat for about a month without needing to replenish their energy.

That would take several round trips to the capital. Now, it only takes about two days to get from here to the capital.

These trees grow very fast, and this energy also has a preservative effect.

Therefore, watermelons and vegetables transported to Beijing sold extremely well, and the prices offered in Beijing were very high.

Therefore, the fruits and vegetables grown in Zhou Wanwan's mountain village are now in short supply.

Just from fruits and vegetables alone, one can earn several hundred or even thousands of taels of silver every day.

Not to mention the medicinal herbs; Zhou Wanwan's medicinal herbs weren't sold casually.

It's like ginseng—there's just too much of it.

Some are over ten years old, some are several decades old, and some are even over a hundred years old. Because they have been replenished with energy, those ginseng roots grow very quickly.

Zhou Wanwan will select some to sell in Beijing, but not too many will enter the market.

If too much of this ginseng enters the market, people will start to doubt its authenticity.

However, the ginseng she cultivated was indeed more effective than wild ginseng.

After finishing the watermelon, Zhou Wanwan started eating grapes. These grapes were of the Kyoho variety and were especially sweet.

We have to thank the second prince of Khotan for this...

Zhou Wanwan hadn't finished eating when she heard noises coming from outside.

Nie Feng kicked the door open and shouted, "Zhou Wanwan, get out here right now!"

Zhou Wanwan looked at Nie Feng and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

Nie Feng sneered:

"Oh ho! My dad really favors you, giving you such a nice courtyard. You think you deserve to live here?"

You should be locked up. Men, tie her up!

"I will not be able to quell my hatred until I avenge the past grievances."

His servant advised, "Young master, let it go! This Zhou Wanwan is not someone to be trifled with."

Nie Feng angrily said:

"Are you deaf? Are you all deaf? Get him! I'll take responsibility if you kill him."

I heard this was my father's concubine's daughter, and he beat her to death and threw her into a mass grave.

Zhou Wanwan stood up, looked at Nie Feng and said, "I have no grudge against you, why are you treating me like this?"

Nie Feng laughed loudly, "Why should I? Because I want to, because I can't be bothered to see your face. Hit me!"

His servants rushed forward, but just as they were about to make a move, they suddenly discovered that their hands and feet were bound.

Nie Feng struggled and said:

"What are these things? Why are they binding me so tightly?"

Zhou Wanwan, let me go right now!

"I'm the eldest young master of the Nie Family. If you dare lay a finger on me, believe me, my mother could kill you!"

Zhou Wanwan ate lychees while watching him rage in a helpless frenzy.

After shouting for an hour, Nie Feng's voice was hoarse. "Zhou Wanwan, let me go right now! Or you'll regret it!"

Zhou Wanwan smiled and said:

What should we eat tonight? I'd like roasted sweet potatoes.

"Let's roast him over the fire too, he should taste good, right?"

A campfire was quickly lit. Nie Feng looked at Zhou Wanwan with a face full of fear and said, "You crazy woman, what exactly do you want to do?"

He was tied directly to a large tree and placed next to the campfire.

Nie Feng panicked and cried out, "Zhou Wanwan, I was wrong, sob sob sob... please forgive me!"

The flames kept leaping upwards, burning his skin until it ached.

He was like a lamb waiting to be roasted, struggling and twisting desperately on the pillar, but he couldn't break free from the rope no matter what he did.

Before long, the flames licked at the hem of his clothes, instantly igniting them and sending flames leaping up.

Immediately afterwards, his hair also caught fire, and the smell of burning filled the air.

In just a few moments, the hair was burned off completely, revealing the burning hot scalp.

Nie Feng was terrified, tears streaming down his face from the pain. He burst into tears and cried, "Please, please let me go! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"I'll do anything you want! I'll do whatever you ask! Please, just stop burning me!"

Zhou Wanwan then had him put down and asked, "Nie Feng, do you really know you were wrong?"

With tears and snot streaming down his face, Nie Feng nodded frantically, "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

Zhou Wanwan then had him released, saying, "Nie Feng, you'd better realize your mistake, or next time it won't be so simple."

Nie Feng scrambled away, running straight to Madam Nie's courtyard, where he burst into tears.

Madam Nie, terrified, roared, "Where did this bald monk come from? How dare he barge into my room! Guards! Beat him to death!"

Madam Nie was also terrified and screamed. Nie Feng had just escaped the tiger's mouth when he was beaten several more times.

He cried out, "Mother, I am your Feng'er! Is this going to kill me?"

Madam Nie looked at Nie Feng with a face full of surprise and doubt, and said:

"Nie... Nie Feng? Oh my son! What happened to you? Where's your hair?"

How did your clothes get burned like this?

Nie Feng looked aggrieved. "Mother! I... I was... sigh! I was at home tending the fire, and I accidentally got burned like this."

Madam Nie looked at him speechlessly and said:

"My son! You should learn kung fu well and study hard."

You can't let a setback turn you into this. That kitchen isn't a place for a grown man like you to go.

Nie Feng cried as he spoke:

"I understand, I'll never go again. What am I doing all this time?"

Today was truly a frustrating day for me!