This remark was clearly directed at Hong Luo. A warmth filled her heart, and her eyes brimmed with moisture.
Mrs. Ji shrieked and lunged at Muniang, but Muniang was no longer the frail girl she had once been. Feasting on meat and fish these days, her strength was now on par with her past self, and she easily twisted Mrs. Ji's arm, causing her to howl in pain.
The laborers who had just come down from the mountains for lunch passed by Muniang's door and, seeing the commotion, rushed to help without a second thought. Several rough men restrained Mrs. Ji.
Shitou said, "Lady, has she offended you? You shouldn't have to lift a finger yourself, leave it to us brothers."
Mrs. Ji, face red and neck bulging with rage, struggled fiercely, spitting viciously, "You lowly slaves sold into servitude dare to lay hands on me! Be smart and let go at once, or I'll make you regret it!"
