The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

When Xi Lang was home, Chen Zhi became much more relaxed. Xi Lang cooked the meals, watered the plants, arranged for flowerpots to be delivered, propagated the plants by cuttings, and restocked the florist every day. If Xi Lang was too busy, he would inform Feng Ruyu, who would then arrange for a car to come and transport the flowers.

The flower shop is currently open five days a year and closed two days a year, taking a break on Mondays and Tuesdays. Feng Ruyu receives a monthly salary of fifty yuan and also gets to eat vegetables grown by Chen Zhi. She also receives a bonus if she sells valuable flower seeds.

Feng Ruyu was so engrossed in her work that she didn't want to leave at all.

On this day, Yang Hong, whom Chen Zhi hadn't seen for a long time, came to find her.

After not seeing him for a while, Yang Hong had grown taller and stronger, and his temperament had changed drastically. The Yang Hong who used to be like a big boy was now completely like a man.

He didn't know about Chen Zhi's move; he got the address of the courtyard house from Jiang You.

From the moment Yang Hong entered the courtyard, he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He hadn't expected that Chen Zhi would move into such a big house after only a short time.

Thinking about what he would have to discuss with Chen Zhi later, he felt even more uneasy.

When Chen Zhi saw him, she immediately felt guilty. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you about the move."

Yang Hong waved his hands repeatedly, "It's nothing."

He was already flattered that Chen Zhineng apologized to him.

What merit or ability does he possess?

Chen Zhi poured water for Yang Hong and showed him the flowers she had planted before asking, "You seem distracted. Is something wrong?"

"Hmm," Yang Hong responded softly, his head bowed low, his whole body slumped down.

"Do you need to borrow money? How much?" Chen Zhi thought that what made Chen Zhi unable to speak was probably related to money.

"It's not about borrowing money, it's about asking you to give me a job," Yang Hong said, lowering his head even further. Originally, he wanted Chen Zhi to find a job for his sister, but when he learned that Feng Ruyu was working for Chen Zhi, he had other ideas.

"I want my sister to work for you."

"..."

Chen Zhi was surprised after hearing this, "Why?"

She didn't refuse outright; she was just curious why Yang Hong had come to her for help.

Yang Hong gave a bitter smile. He had thought he would find it difficult to speak, but when he met Chen Zhi's clear eyes, which were filled with worry, his heart warmed. The words he had rehearsed countless times in his mind flowed out smoothly, "My sister... was bullied..."

It was an ordinary morning. Yang Jialing got up early to buy groceries so she could make breakfast for her two younger brothers. She left early; it was still dark, and there weren't many people on the streets. The alley, usually quite safe, was unusually quiet today, except for two drunk men. They had been drinking all night, their minds clouded. Emboldened by alcohol, they saw the fair-skinned Yang Jialing, and all the evil thoughts lurking in their hearts surfaced—

"They tore my sister's clothes off. Her screams startled the people in the alley, and someone ran out to stop the two drunkards."

"Although my sister wasn't assaulted, her reputation is ruined. She's constantly being pointed at and gossiped about by her neighbors and people in the same courtyard. She hasn't even dared to leave the house lately."

"Those two drunkards are unemployed and received heavy sentences. Their families come to my sister's door every day to verbally abuse her, even though my sister is the victim—"

Yang Hong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and tears dripped onto the ground.

They're still just teenagers. These past few days they've tried so hard to appear strong, to shoulder the burden of the family, and now this has happened to their sister. The self-blame, guilt, heartache for their sister, and worry about her future...

Yang Hong was like a taut bow that suddenly relaxed.

"I wanted to find my sister a job, so she wouldn't overthink things," Yang Hong said, his voice choked with emotion. "But there are so many people with nothing to do these days. I begged Boss Xin, but he's not hiring. Besides you, I can't find anyone else—"

Chen Zhi didn't know how to comfort Yang Hong, so she just said, "Then let your sister come here to help me. She can help me plant flowers and clean the house. I'll provide her with accommodation in the outermost yard. There's a kitchen, a well, running water, and a separate bathroom there, but it's unfurnished, so you'll have to buy your own. I'll pay your sister thirty yuan a month."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hong was overjoyed. His sister had a job and could move out of that courtyard, so she wouldn't have to face those neighbors or hear those unpleasant words anymore. Chen Zhi had thought of everything for them.

Yang Hong's tears welled up again. "Thank you, Chen Zhi, this is the best arrangement. But you've provided accommodation, thirty yuan a month is too much, twenty yuan a month will do."

"Twenty is too low, let's give you twenty-five. Go back and discuss it with your sister, you can move in today." Chen Zhi handed the key to the outer gate to Yang Hong, "Let your sister choose a room to stay in."

Yang Hong and his two siblings started moving Yang Jialing's house that afternoon.

Yang Jialing is of above-average appearance. Because she spends most of her time indoors and has been suffering from inadequate food and clothing in recent years, she has developed moderate malnutrition. Her skin has a sickly pale color, and she looks quite frail.

But Chen Zhi knew that this was just a facade. A woman who could stay at the neighborhood office for several days just to get jobs, and who could survive in that kind of environment with her two younger brothers, was definitely not a weak woman who would break at the slightest blow.

Chen Zhi admired Yang Jialing and was willing to help Yang Hong, which is why she offered Yang Jialing a job. If Yang Jialing worked hard and was honest and conscientious, that would be best. But if Yang Jialing was the kind of person who would cheat and shirk her duties, then after this period of time and the storm had passed, she would have a way to get rid of Yang Jialing.

When Xi Lang returned home that day, he found there was another person in the house.

Yang Jialing was sweeping the floor when she saw a tall man enter the room. Startled, she dropped the broom and ran back to her room.

Xi Lang frowned slightly, but ignored it and continued walking inside.

"That's Yang Hong's older sister, Yang Jialing," Chen Zhi said, mentioning Yang Jialing's past and her intention to hire her.

After listening, Xi Lang didn't comment, only saying, "It's up to you to decide."

"Should we arrange for Aunt Liu to stay in the front yard when she returns in a month?" Chen Zhi asked.

Xi Lang nodded, "Okay. With their help, things will be easier for us."

Chen Zhi: "That's what I think too."

If the flower shop stays open, she and Xi Lang alone might not be able to handle the workload. With the addition of Aunt Liu and Yang Jialing, it should be about right.

Xi Lang would take Chen Zhi out every few days, visiting all the major and minor attractions and parks in Beijing.

These past two days they've heard that the rapeseed flowers outside the city have bloomed, a vast expanse of bright yellow, very beautiful, and many people have gone to see them.

Xi Lang also rode his bicycle with Chen Zhi. The two brought food, planning to have a picnic nearby, enjoying the flowers and sharing the food without missing a beat. Xi Lang found a slightly elevated hillside, took out a straw mat from his Qiankun sleeve and spread it on the ground, then took out the green rice dumplings he had made some time ago, steamed rice cakes, fruit, a large bowl of spicy cold rabbit, and two boxes of cold dishes.

The two arrived late and were hungry as soon as they got there, so they sat there, eating and looking at the sea of ​​flowers.

"More than half a month has passed. Have those people not discovered us yet, or are they waiting for an opportunity?" Chen Zhi took a bite of rabbit meat, then a bite of soft and glutinous green rice ball, feeling extremely content.

Xi Lang took out the plum juice he had brewed, poured a glass and placed it in front of her, saying unhurriedly, "No matter what the reason, it won't stop us from having fun."

Chen Zhi thought about it and agreed, "These days have been too comfortable. Life in Sandong Village feels like a thing of the past."

Xi Lang's gaze deepened. "I'm sorry, I should have approached you sooner." To rescue you from your misery sooner.

However, at that time, he had just awakened, and the power within him was uncontrollable. He was already overwhelmed just by suppressing that energy.

Chen Zhi shook her head, "I think everything is just right, not too early, not too late, just right."

The two sat there from noon until the afternoon. As the sun set and tourists gradually left, Chen Zhi and Xi Lang began to pack up their things.

"There's a river about three or four miles from here. Shall we go catch some fish to take back?" Chen Zhi wanted to eat boiled fish.

If I go back to the city at this time, I don't know if there will still be any fresh live fish for sale. I might as well catch a few myself.

Xi Lang had no objection. With Chen Zhi giving directions, Xi Lang rode his bicycle. Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, the two cyclists and the rapeseed flowers behind them created a beautiful picture.

As darkness fell, there were no more people around, only the chirping of insects and birds, and birds returning home soaring across the sky.

Xi Lang caught three large fish and put them into his Qiankun sleeve.

"How big has your Qiankun Sleeve expanded?" he asked.

Chen Zhi: "Three cubic meters. Isn't that too slow?"

"I'm not satisfied. It's much faster than I used to be." Xi Lang was telling the truth. "It used to take me two years to carve out a five-cubic-meter space."

Of course, this was at the very beginning.

Chen Zhi completed the three cubic meters in just a few days, a speed thanks to her current capabilities.

Just as Xi Lang was about to get on the bike, he suddenly stopped. The next second, he put the bicycle into his Qiankun sleeve and at the same time lifted Chen Zhi into the air.

The spot where they were standing suddenly exploded.

With a cold expression, Xi Lang asked Chen Zhi, "Were those four the ones who hurt you last time?"

Chen Zhi nodded, her hands itching to try.

Xi Lang led her to an open space to the side, saying, "Give me this chance, okay?"

Chen Zhi looked at him, puzzled. Why didn't they go together?

"They bullied you, and as your husband, it is my duty to avenge you."

After waiting for more than half a month, the four people finally came to him. He wished he could grind them to dust!

Inside the city, Master Yang, who was discussing matters with Song Zhaoyuan, suddenly changed his expression. He quickly stepped outside and stood on tiptoe to look out of the city. Song Zhaoyuan followed closely behind him, looking out in the same direction, but saw nothing.

"What are you looking at, Taoist priest?" Song Zhaoyuan asked.

Master Yang's expression turned serious. "The yin energy outside the city is extremely strong; I'm afraid something bad is about to happen."

"Who are those people causing trouble again?" Song Zhaoyuan frowned.

Master Yang shook his head. "I don't know. The yin energy is too strong. I've never seen such strong yin energy before. This matter is probably not small. I'll go contact Xi Lang and Elder Mu and the others. You should also make arrangements. We need to go out of the city to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhaoyuan was startled and quickly turned around, saying, "I'll go arrange it right away."

Chen Zhi hadn't seen Xi Lang make a move for a while. The last time was against the Teng Snake, where Xi Lang didn't exert much effort, and Chen Zhi couldn't gauge his strength. Even further back was the battle against the white dragon. At that time, both she and Xi Lang were in a very sorry state. She retreated first, and Chen Zhi didn't witness how Xi Lang defeated the dragon.

Only now, at this very moment, has Chen Zhi gained a general understanding of Xi Lang's strength.

The four people who had humiliated her and nearly lost their lives couldn't even last ten minutes in Xi Lang's hands, each dying a gruesome death.

But the number of people surrounding her and Xi Lang today was far more than just four. Chen Zhi counted them one by one and found that there were more than two hundred, including some spirits and monsters, as well as some things that were neither human nor ghost.

Chen Zhi had already taken out her bone whip when she saw Xi Lang looking at her and saying casually, "Don't get your whip dirty."

So Chen Zhi silently put the bone whip away again.

When Song Zhaoyuan and Master Yang arrived with their men, the scene was littered with corpses and severed limbs. The stench of blood filled the air and lingered for a long time.

Not far away, a man and a woman stood against the wind, as if they were about to be carried away by the wind.

Song Zhaoyuan and Master Yang exchanged a glance, their expressions complex.

Master Yang said, "After today, the capital city and its surrounding areas should be peaceful for a while."

Song Zhaoyuan nodded. "We can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

At this moment, Xi Lang and Chen Zhi also came to them.

"I'll leave the rest to you." Xi Lang's attitude was fairly good.

Song Zhaoyuan gave a wry smile. "We've become the ones cleaning up the battlefield. But it's good, this job is easy."

There will be no casualties.

Master Yang: "Were the four people who injured young friend Chen Zhi among them?"

Xi Lang pointed to four people whose true identities were obscured. "It's them."

Master Yang: "..."

These four people not only had their physical bodies crushed by Xi Lang, but their souls were also likely destroyed, leaving them with no chance to possess another body or be reincarnated.

Master Yang was secretly alarmed. When he returned today, he would instruct his disciples not to offend Chen Zhi, no matter who they offended. Chen Zhi was not the most terrifying thing; what was terrifying was that she had a powerful and protective Xi Lang behind her.

At this moment, Song Yuanzhi stepped out from the group and said, "Chen Zhi, Ouyang Qiantong asked me to pass on a message to you. She said she's going to travel around the beautiful landscapes of our motherland and looks forward to meeting you again."

Chen Zhi was taken aback. "She and Xiao Gang weren't going to—"

"It didn't work out." Song Yuanzhi interrupted Chen Zhi, his eyes filled with regret.

Chen Zhi nodded. "That's good too."