Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 31

That being said, 001 still immediately bought the skin it had been eyeing for a long time.

There could be countless robberies in the future, but this limited-time skin would be gone in just a few days—snatching it up right away was the most important thing.

What if the host got greedy and spent all the money?

One dreamless night passed.

As soon as Luo An finished eating, the village head’s wife came knocking.

“Xiao Luo, come with me quick, there’s a fight!”

The moment she heard someone was fighting, Luo An’s drowsiness scattered instantly. She sprang up and followed, asking as she walked, “What happened? Who’s at it this time?”

Hearing that excited tone in her ear, the village head’s wife couldn’t help but glance at her, “Da Wu started beating his wife early this morning. That damned bastard, can’t live a good life without making trouble every day.”

The instant Luo An heard it was domestic violence, her legs moved as if wound up tight, carrying her faster and faster. “I’ll go check first, Auntie. You don’t have to rush.”

In the blink of an eye, she was gone around the corner.

The village head’s wife stared blankly for a moment before sighing, “Youth really is good… even doing work with so much energy.”

With that, she continued hurrying toward Zhang Dawu’s house.

When Luo An arrived, Zhang Dawu had just rested a while and was now standing again, hurling curses at his wife. If people hadn’t already come to hold him back, he’d have started swinging his fists again.

His wife cowered behind several women, her expression showing nothing but terror.

“You rotten woman! I told you this morning I wanted rice, but you made me porridge! I’m a working man—are you trying to starve me to death?”

“It’s not that… We don’t have much grain left, I just wanted to save some. Porridge with sweet potatoes fills you up too…”

The woman explained softly, but the man dismissed it, thinking she was just making excuses.

“No grain again? I work all year round, so why is there never anything left at home? Tell me! Did you send it all back to your family?”

The woman shook her head frantically, her eyes filled with sorrow. The sight made Luo An frown.

Too weak! That won’t do!

Seeing his wife contradicting him again, Zhang Dawu’s rage boiled over, and he raised his fist.

Luo An stepped forward and flipped him over with a shoulder throw. He hit the ground hard, clutching his aching back, dazed and disoriented.

“What right do you have to hit me?”

“Just because you hit your wife.” Luo An looked down at him with open disdain. “Only useless trash takes their anger out on their wife.”

“You…” Feeling humiliated by her words and the neighbors’ pointing fingers, Zhang Dawu tried to get up and fight.

But Luo An kicked him back down again.

She turned to the stunned woman. “Do you hate me for hitting your husband?”

If the woman said she did, Luo An would walk away without hesitation. Women who stuck with abusers were like turtles paired with toads—hopeless.

The woman looked at her, then at her husband on the ground, hesitating.

“Answer honestly. Don’t be afraid of him taking revenge. Your life is already like this—how much worse could it get? If you want to save yourself, I can teach you how to protect yourself. Then it won’t be you fearing him, but him fearing you.”

The woman’s eyes began to shine at Luo An’s words. After a long pause, she shook her head and whispered, “No, I don’t hate you.”

Luo An was satisfied. She turned to the crowd of women and continued, “The leaders said women hold up half the sky. So why do we women not only have to bear children, raise them, serve in-laws, and care for our husbands, but in the end still endure beatings from husbands and scolding from mothers-in-law?”

The women shook their heads. In this remote mountain village, fewer than half had never been beaten by their husbands. The rest had suffered more or less.

Every time it happened, they felt sad and disappointed, but life soon went on. They even comforted themselves: what wife hasn’t endured such grievances?

That was the common mindset, and the reason Zhang Dawu’s abuse was never truly addressed.

Now, a city girl stood before them asking why they should endure such treatment—and they had no answer.

One bold woman asked, “Why, Comrade Luo?”

“Because men who raise their fists against women and children are all cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong.”

The abusive husbands in the crowd were displeased, but none dared argue openly. Admitting it would be exposing themselves.

But worse was yet to come.

“Another reason is that we women aren’t strong enough inside. We’re people too—why shouldn’t we have the ability to fight back? The rash fear the fierce, and the fierce fear those who don’t care about living. If he slaps you once and you dare slap him back twice, I bet plenty of men would think twice before striking again. After all, going out with two handprints on his face would be embarrassing.”

Luo An’s ideas were completely different from the women’s upbringing, shaking them to the core.

Another woman asked, “But what if you really can’t win head-on? Men are stronger than women.”

Luo An smirked. “That’s easy. You might not win when he’s awake. But as his wife, do you think he can stay awake forever? The moment he falls asleep, isn’t it simple to do whatever you want?”

At once, the men watching felt chills down their necks. Was this really just an unmarried girl? She was fiercer than the village shrews!

“T-this isn’t good, right? Killing is against the law. Besides, we’ve got children to think about.”

Luo An’s smile lingered. “I never told you to commit crimes. Don’t pin that on me.”

She was still smiling, but it was scarier than a grim reaper’s stare. If she didn’t mean that, then what did she mean?

“I just want you to know, everyone has weaknesses. We can use those against them. But if I were like this sister here, suffering abuse for years and facing the possibility of being beaten to death one day, then before I died, I’d make sure to drag my husband to hell with me.”

When Luo An said this, she looked straight at Zhang Dawu. For some reason, he suddenly felt death looming close.

And if his wife really took her words to heart…

Snapping back, Zhang Dawu turned to his wife. She was staring down, deep in thought, and cold sweat broke out down his back.

“Wife, you can’t do this to me. I’m your husband. You still rely on me to live.”

Hearing such shameless words, Luo An only sneered. “I think there’s something wrong with your brain.”