At this time, the entrance to the Luo Family was already surrounded by lots of villagers who had come to watch the excitement; everyone was long accustomed to the Luo Family's affairs. However, seeing that this time the one at a disadvantage was not Sister Luo Shu and her brothers but Wang Liying, all couldn't help but be somewhat astonished.
"What on earth is going on? Wang Liying, that old hag, actually got the short end of the stick? This is really the first time I've seen such a thing."
"I just heard Wang Liying yelling that it was Luo Shu who broke her hand."
"How could that be possible? Luo Shu, that lass, I've watched her grow up, and with her meek nature, how could she possibly break Wang Liying's hand? It must be Wang Liying who broke her own hand and is trying to pin it on Luo Shu."
"Yeah, Wang Liying is not an easy one to bully; who can take advantage of her? Those three siblings from the Luo family really do have a hard life!"
Luo Daya and Luo Erya, upon hearing Wang Liying's words, also found it somewhat unbelievable. But since their mother had said so, even if it wasn't Luo Shu who did it, it certainly had something to do with her.
"You little b*tch, daring to hit my mother, today I must teach you a good lesson." Luo Daya rolled up her sleeves, revealing her dark and sturdy arms. In terms of strength, she was definitely much stronger than Luo Shu.
Luo Shu folded her arms and looked at Luo Daya with a sneer, "Then come on, it'll be nice for you to keep your mother company."
"Daya... Mother is about to die from the pain... Let's go to the clinic quick..." Wang Liying certainly didn't think Luo Shu was just trying to intimidate Daya. Today's Luo Shu was mighty strange, and she didn't want Daya to provoke her again.
Luo Daya was about to rush forward to teach Luo Shu a lesson, but upon hearing Wang Liying's words, she spat at Luo Shu, "Just you wait!" Having said that, she turned around, and together with Luo Erya, helped the groaning Wang Liying towards the clinic.
Witnessing this scene, the crowd of villagers watching was even more surprised.
"Something's not right, how come Wang Liying is so compliant today?"
"Probably the injury to her hand really isn't light, serves her right!"
"That's true. As the saying goes, a stepmother will lead to a stepfather, and ever since Luo Jiansen married that Wang Liying, what kind of life have the Luo Family's three children had? It's truly pitiful!"
"Ah! Let's not talk about this anymore, everyone disperse."
Although they felt sympathy for the three Luo siblings, at most they could occasionally give them some food; after all, no family was well-off these days.
"Sister, are you really okay?" Luo Shan looked Luo Shu up and down. Up to now, she still hardly dared to believe what had just happened. Since when did her sister become so formidable, to effortlessly break Wang Liying's hand?
Luo Shu smiled and shook her head, "Just have a bit of a headache, I'll go in and lie down for a while." Now she already knew the era she was in, and next she should really start planning for her future.
If this was the Yan Country she was familiar with, then Uncle Lu should also be here, still very young at this time. If he really was here, she would definitely find him, and this time she would never let go. In her past life, he never married, and this life she would definitely not let him spend his life alone; nor did she want to have any regrets.
"Then I'll just wash the clothes at the doorway. Sister, if you need anything, just call me." Luo Shan walked to the side, carried the wooden basin filled with dirty clothes to the doorway, and sat down on a small stool to start washing the clothes.
Luo Shu smiled and nodded, then walked into the room and sat down beside the bed. She lifted her right sleeve and looked at her wrist where a plum blossom-shaped red birthmark was visible, her lips curling into a happy smile. It really had come with her.
The plum blossom-shaped red birthmark was not a genuine birthmark, but her personal space. Within this space was the accumulation of countless years of the Luo Family.
The Luo Family had been doctors for generations, and there was a legend that one of their ancestors had been a disciple of the 'Ancestor of Medicine' Bian Que. One day, after Bian Que returned from a trip to listen to the Dao, he gave each of his disciples a plum blossom, which never wilted or decayed.
The ancestor of the Luo Family accidentally discovered that the plum blossom was actually a space, and so he planted many medicinal herbs within it.
And so, the Plum Blossom Space was passed down through generations. However, in each generation of the Luo Family, only one person would be destined for the Plum Blossom Space. And only that person could contract with the Plum Blossom Space. She was precisely the inheritor of the Plum Blossom Space in her generation.
She closed her eyes and with a thought, Luo Shu's consciousness entered the Plum Blossom Space. The space was filled with various rare medicinal herbs, Ginseng, Lingzhi, Polygonum multiflorum, Cordyceps—too many to count. The oldest of these herbs were more than two thousand years old.
Luo Shu walked to the edge of the herb fields to a pool fed by a spring and scooped up some water to drink. The spring water was sweet and refreshing, instantly relaxing her body, and her headache immediately disappeared.
This pool was formed from the essence of the Plum Blossom Space, which could only condense three drops of essence daily. Therefore, this pool was also the result of the Luo Family's accumulation over countless years.
"Bang!" A loud noise jolted Luo Shu's ears.
Luo Shu opened her eyes to see a tall, burly man with a fierce look on his face standing before her. Luo Shan, who was following behind him, had tear-stained cheeks and a red, swollen slap mark on her face—she obviously had been hit.
"You worthless thing, you even dare to hit your own mother; do you have the gall to rebel? Watch how I won't beat you to death today." Luo Jiansen's eyes were filled with malevolence as he reached for Luo Shu's collar, trying to pull her off the bed.
He had just gotten off work and overheard people discussing their family's matters, so he stopped to ask a few questions. When he heard that Wang Liying's hand had been broken by Luo Shu, he could hardly believe it. Upon returning, he questioned Luo Shan that dead girl, but she just hemmed and hawed, unable to give a clear answer.
As if Luo Shu would let Luo Jiansen grab her—she dodged his hand and kicked him in the stomach. She had been a bit weak before, but after drinking the Spiritual Spring Water, she had recovered considerably. With the moves she had learned before, it was more than enough to deal with Luo Jiansen.
"Oof!" Luo Jiansen grunted, stumbling back several steps.
He stared at Luo Shu, his eyes filled with disbelief. Had this worthless girl been possessed? To think she dared to kick him?
Luo Shan was shocked once again by what was happening before her. Had her sister gone crazy with fever? That was their father, after all.
Luo Shu stepped off the bed and slowly walked up to Luo Jiansen, looking at him with cold eyes, "If you dare to lay a hand on us again, I will cripple you!"
Luo Jiansen couldn't help shivering, thinking he was her father and the rage inside him surged. He hastily ran to the side, picked up a wooden stick as thick as an arm, and struck at Luo Shu, "You wench, you debt-ridden girl! I'll beat you to death today!"