Chapter 9: The Landlady (Part 1)

  What was on Sunzi Hang's mind, Wei Hong could guess eight or nine out of ten, but he didn't care. As long as he had a sewing machine, he would have a "I have the world" attitude. When the time came, all sorts of rich merchants would trample his doorstep, what could a small Sunzi Hang do?

  After Sunzi Hang left, Wanniang came out of the inner room, not because she was afraid of Sunzi Hang, but because she was worried about embarrassing her husband.

  "Husband, he won't bother us again in the future, will he?" Yuanniang seemed to also know Sun Zihang's temperament, and even though she had handed over the clothes, she still had lingering fears.

  Wei Hong reached out and wrapped his arms around Wan Niang's waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace. In a domineering tone, he said: "As long as my plan goes smoothly, in the future it won't be him coming to bother us, but rather we'll be the ones bothering him! We'll settle both old and new accounts at once!"

  Wan Niang's small face turned red, she glanced at the wide open courtyard gate and said in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's hum, "Husband, the courtyard gate is still not closed, don't let others see us and laugh..."

  Weihong didn't care about that, he and his wife were intimate as a matter of course, who dared to say anything? He immediately picked up Wanniang and walked into the house. Since entering the house, Weihong and Wanniang did not come out again. In the second half of the night, Weihong wore a simple pair of shorts and ran out to close the gate, after closing it, he hastily ran back in. The happy and warm moment lasted throughout the night, and early the next morning was broken by a sudden knock on the door. Wanniang had just opened the gate when she felt a strong sense of oppression coming her way.

  Before Wan Niang recovered from the shock, the woman who was fixed by Wei Hong as "Meat Mountain" spoke first, chewing on something in her mouth, and speaking unclearly: "Wan Niang... I heard that your husband got you a sewing machine or something?"

  At the age of forty, she was called "sister" by nineteen-year-old Wan Niang. Although Wan Niang felt very awkward calling her "sister", under Luo's coercion, she had to force herself to endure the goosebumps all over her body: "Yes, Sister Luo!"

  Not just Yuanniang, but Weihong, who came out of the house, was also covered in goosebumps all over his body. At first glance, he seemed to be blinded by the bright light, and his three views were completely destroyed. If it weren't for the fact that he really heard the other person speaking, Weihong almost thought someone had thrown a big lump of meat into their own home, where was the head? It was clearly just a piece of pork butt with two eyes on it, and the nose was almost submerged in the flesh on his face. A small mouth, however, couldn't be enlarged like the face, and was tightly wrinkled together, but somehow couldn't make people associate it with cherry lips, but rather resembled a compact chrysanthemum. If not for the layers of fat that were like wearing several swimming rings, Weihong almost didn't know where this guy's neck was.

  Wei Hong roughly estimated that the weight of this meat mountain was probably measured in tons. Although Wei Hong's imagination was a bit exaggerated, the woman in front of him did not conform to the aesthetic standards of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it would take five Yang Guifeis tied together to have this volume. It wasn't until then that Wei Hong saw clearly that the meat mountain was still holding an unfinished apple in her hand, no wonder she spoke unclearly.

  As a daughter, she had a masculine name. Lu Tao's forehead was beading with sweat, and it was easy to imagine how much water and energy he had consumed walking over from the next street. He simply raised his hand and put the apple in his mouth, but the movement was powerful and domineering. Wei Hong had no doubt that if this punch were to hit someone, they would definitely be knocked out cold. Lu Tao chewed on the apple for two mouthfuls, seemingly not having swallowed yet: "I heard that you can sew fifty garments a day, is it true or false?" As he spoke, the apple fragments in his mouth flew out like punctuation marks.

  "That's all exaggerated by the neighbors. Now my husband has just made a sewing machine, but he hasn't mastered it yet. I don't know how many he can make in one day." What Yuanni said was true, and now she was just getting started, not as proficient as Weihong said, where sewing was like clouds and water flowing smoothly.

  Luo Tao scowled fiercely: "Hmph, I knew those fat beggars on the street couldn't be trusted!"

  After hearing this, Wei Hong frowned, and you still have the face to call others fat? Looking at Luo Tao's expression and movements, Wei Hong could even imagine that if he met a beggar later, Luo Tao would only need to wave his big hand, and without using that violent power to hit the beggar, the wind from the swing alone might make the beggar stumble backward...

  In the brief silence, Luo Tao had already finished eating the apple in his hand and casually threw the core into the yard. He chewed randomly on the remaining apple in his mouth: "Right, Wan Niang, shouldn't this rent be paid?"

  Wan Niang seemed to be afraid that Luo Tao would fall over and crush her, so she always kept a certain distance: "Sister Luo, please wait for a moment, I'll go get Sister!"

  The two hundred coins earned in the past few days were all spent by Wei Hong on advertising sewing machines, thinking that Wan Niang would not be able to pay the rent. Now hearing that Wan Niang was going to retrieve the money, Wei Hong finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Wan Niang's mind was meticulous and always kept some money for emergencies.

  Luotuo, who had an absolute physical advantage, directly ignored the slender Weihong. Even if Weihong beat Zhang Youhai, Luotuo didn't care at all. After all, with Luotuo's massive build, even if Weihong was skilled, he might not be able to take on Luotuo in a one-on-one fight. Luotuo sat down on the rattan chair in the courtyard, and the chair didn't even creak under his weight. When Luotuo's large body finally settled into place, the entire chair had disappeared from view, leaving only a lump of flesh piled up in an odd posture. "Don't rush, there's something else I want to tell you first!"

  Wan Niang stopped in her tracks, turned around and faced Luo Tao: "Sister Luo, please speak!"

  Lu Tao waved his hand and shook his head: "Wan Niang, how have you been doing these past few days?"

  Wan Niang nodded slightly: "Tuo Luo's sister's fortune is still passable!"

  Luo Tiao's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of disdain slipped out: "Is that all? I heard you just made 200 sets of clothes for the Sun family. You must have made a lot of money, right?" Before Wan Niang could respond, Luo Tiao quickly spoke again: "Alright, I won't beat around the bush either. Sister, I'm not as skilled with my hands like Wan Niang, and can only rely on this house rent to get by. Recently, the price of rice has risen to five cents a dou. This rent should also be increased a bit, don't you think?"

  Wan Niang's delicate body trembled slightly, the two hundred wen rent per month had already made life very tight, if it increased again, I'm afraid all the silver earned each month would have to be paid for rent. Besides, the two hundred sets of clothes made for Sunzi Hang were used to repay Zhang Youhai's medical expenses, not a single cent was left over.