Chapter 241: The Lady’s Goal
Taking the silver, Liu Lan immediately turned hostile.
“You jinx! Stop stirring up trouble! You’re truly despicable! No wonder your uncle and aunt despise your whole family! A calamity like you brings misfortune wherever you go. And now you’re even trying to turn my daughter-in-law against us?”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
With a single glance from Yu Luo, Luo Yi instantly understood. In a swift motion, he grabbed Liu Lan by the collar and delivered four resounding slaps to her face. His strikes were ruthless, without a hint of mercy.
The insults stopped the moment the slaps landed. Liu Lan’s ears rang, her cheeks burned, and her vision darkened, flashing with spots of light. A metallic taste filled her mouth, her teeth loosened, and a stream of blood trickled from her lips.
When Luo Yi released her, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground like a boneless heap.
Yu Family’s second household barely had time to react before everything unfolded right before their eyes.
“Mother!”
Yu Chunmu rushed forward, trying to help his mother up, but she violently shoved him away in shame and fury. Her body crumpled on the ground as she began wailing hysterically.
Yu Shanhai’s face darkened. He could tolerate scolding his wife himself, but watching someone else beat her was humiliating. Even though he knew Liu Lan’s mouth was vile and deserved punishment, seeing her in this state made his blood boil.
Still, he said nothing, merely clenching his fists in silence.
“You can throw a tantrum all you want, but calling me a jinx crosses the line,” Yu Luo said coldly. “Today, it’s just a few slaps. If you keep spewing filth next time, don’t blame me when you end up like Yu Yingying.”
With that, she turned and walked out of the cave.
After more than ten days of rain, the air in the barren land felt fresher, as if nature itself had been reborn. Tiny green sprouts peeked through the soil, dotting the landscape. Seeing the transformation, Yu Luo decided to return home.
Just as she was about to leave with Ye Jiamei, cries erupted from Yu Zhengqing’s cave—Yu Xiaoran and Yu Xiaojun’s wails mixed with desperate pleas.
Yu Luo had no interest in watching the drama unfold, but she was curious about one thing—where exactly had Old Madam Chen’s body gone?
“Father, Mother, do you want to check it out?”
“Of course! It must be quite the spectacle in their cave right now. Look at that! The entrance is packed with people!” Ye Jiamei’s eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to join the commotion.
As she spoke, she felt a tug on her sleeve. Turning back, she saw the familiar foolish grin on the man Yu Luo had brought back from the auction.
“Second Sister, take me! Take me!”
“Xiao Luo, who is this?” Zhao Qiyue, wife of Liu Mingxia, couldn’t contain her curiosity. “He called your mother ‘Second Sister’—is he really your uncle? His martial skills are incredible! Even Yu Zhengqing was no match for him!”
Yu Luo nodded with a smile. “Yes, he is my uncle.”
Inside Yu Zhengqing’s cave, Yu Meiyao’s terrified cries rang out once more, followed by her desperate pleas for mercy.
Hearing this, Yu Luo lost interest in watching the drama unfold.
“Father, Mother, why don’t you go and find out what happened to Old Madam Chen’s body? I suspect she might not be dead and could be hiding somewhere. I’ll check the terrain to see if the rain altered anything.”
“Alright, we’ll go.”
Ye Jiamei agreed immediately, instructing Yu Haojie to bring along the foolish man before eagerly making her way toward Yu Zhengqing’s cave. Meanwhile, Yu Luo and her guards headed toward the cultivated land.
The recently tilled land was now surrounded by large piles of stones, and several reservoirs had been dug. Initially, they worried about whether these reservoirs could hold water, but after the prolonged rainfall, they were now filled to the brim.
“Strange… This place is supposed to be barren, yet it feels nothing like the rumors. Isn’t this a wasteland? Since when does it rain for over ten days straight here? And these puddles and lakes—if we cultivate this land, survival won’t be an issue.”
Luo Er examined the newly formed water bodies, the neatly arranged fields, and the flooded paddies, his curiosity piqued. It felt more like his hometown than the legendary wasteland.
Hearing this, Yu Luo snapped out of her thoughts. “A long drought is always followed by heavy rain. Maybe it was just time for a downpour. Either way, it’s a blessing. We were worried about the water source, but this rain completely changed the landscape. We need to act fast—before May, we must finish preparing the fields and start planting corn and sweet potatoes. There’s too much work and too few hands.”
“Miss, do all these fields belong to us?”
Luo San asked, his words casually including himself as part of Yu Luo’s household. In his mind, he had already accepted her as his master.
“Yes. We’re hiring people to cultivate the land for us. Once everything is set up, we’ll employ long-term workers to manage the crops. Otherwise, there’s no way my family can handle this much land on our own.”
“That’s a great idea! These people have no source of income, so if they can earn wages working for you, they’ll be grateful. During their free time, they can cultivate their own plots of land. Life will still be tough, but at least after a year of hard work, they might save enough silver to buy what they need in Feng City.”
Luo San’s eyes gleamed with approval.
Yu Luo turned to look at the group of guards following her.
“That city will be mine one day.”
The guards froze.
For a long moment, they stood there, stunned into silence.
Today’s sunlight was gentle, warm after the long stretch of rain.
“My uncles built that city for my family. That’s why I went to Feng City to buy you all. I know it won’t be easy—it might take decades to turn it into another Feng City—but within three years, I will ensure that the streets and buildings are completed.”
She paused, her voice unwavering.
“We may not establish a martial sect like Feng City, but we can make our city a commercial powerhouse, one that attracts wealth from all directions.”
