Quick Transmigration: The Gossip Master Took the Black Lotus Script - Chapter 36

After the messenger left, the crowd immediately surrounded the village chief, all asking questions.

How long had Educated Youth Shao even been here before causing such a huge mess? Their village had never had anything like this happen before.

Seeing that Luo An and the others weren’t around, the village chief’s wife realized her opportunity had come.

Imitating Duan Jia’s tone, she retold the whole story from beginning to end, and in the end she even gave everyone a stern reminder.

“Didn’t I tell you to learn a bit of self-defense? You act like I’m trying to kill you! I’m not saying you need to be like Luo, but at least gain some ability to protect yourselves.

Do you realize how chaotic the world outside is? We’re old, and we can spend our lives in the village, but do you want your children and grandchildren to be stuck here forever?

If the outside situation changes in the future, don’t you want your kids to have the ability to find other paths in life?

This is the perfect chance to train your bodies, build some courage!”

The village chief’s wife spoke passionately, and the villagers listening became stirred with excitement.

Who didn’t want their children to have a better future? If the kids thrived, they could lift up the whole family. Maybe they could even make it into the city someday.

From that day forward, the group training under Luo An grew larger again.

For the children, she only taught basic skills. For the adults, she taught various “sneaky” techniques. The moves didn’t look particularly noble or upright, but they were enough to save one’s life at a critical moment.

A month later, the men in the village who liked to raise their hands against their wives found themselves in trouble—their little wives were no longer so easy to bully.

In the past, if the men were in a bad mood, they could simply slap them around. But now?

If a man dared to strike once, the wife would strike back twice. If she couldn’t win in the daytime, then she would sneak attacks at night with needles.

A little embroidery needle couldn’t kill, but who would want to wake up in the middle of the night to find their wife standing over them with a needle, grinning like a demon? It was enough to scare a man half to death.

And when asked what she wanted, the wife would reply: as long as you keep hitting me, I’ll keep tormenting you every night.

Needles, croton seeds, and if those weren’t enough, maybe even a snake Luo An had caught to keep them company.

Want to fight back? Go ahead. She would just keep at it day after day—unless you were really prepared to kill her.

But how many men could truly go that far? Abandon their families, their parents, their children? Of course not.

So, with dark circles under their eyes, the men went to work, exchanging helpless looks with one another.

Those who truly wanted to live peacefully learned to behave. They spoke when needed, but they no longer dared to lift their hands.

A few stubborn men who valued “face” above all else kept resisting. But in the end they realized their wives not only had more tricks now, their strength and technique had improved too. Some could even fight them head-on.

It was outrageous—but impressive.

Yet marriage is always a balance: when the man is strong, the woman is weak. When the woman grows strong, the man naturally weakens.

Looking at how much more harmonious the village had become, the village chief’s wife was overjoyed. Every day she praised Luo An to the skies.

Her daughter-in-law, however, listened with clenched teeth. She even began to suspect—if she hadn’t married into the family, would her mother-in-law have tried to match Luo An with her husband instead?

She wasn’t one to keep thoughts bottled in, so she asked aloud.

Her mother-in-law rolled her eyes at once.

“You give him too much credit. You think he’s worthy of Luo?”

Seeing her daughter-in-law staring at her like she was constipated, the older woman quickly realized her words sounded wrong. She hurried to explain:

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just that I really like having you as my daughter-in-law. I think you and Gangzi are a match made in heaven. How could I ever separate you two?”

Daughter-in-law: …Not the least bit comforted.

Feeling the air grow awkward, the village chief’s wife seized on an excuse to slip away.

“I’ll go check on how the program rehearsals are going! We can’t afford delays with the year-end performance.”

Thanks to Vice Director Qin, Houshan Village had connected with the commune.

When the commune learned that they were rehearsing a program, they even offered to help get them into the year-end cultural performance. In the past, only commune-level work units could participate. How could the villagers not be thrilled?

When the village chief’s wife arrived at the “rehearsal room,” she saw Zhang Dawu’s wife, who was playing the role of Xiao Cui. On stage, Xiao Cui transformed from a weak, helpless little woman into a strong, brave modern woman who dared to say no to domestic violence, and through her efforts, built a better life.

Meanwhile, the man who only knew how to swing his fists ended up destitute, his twilight years bleak and lonely.

At the end of the program, the elderly Xiao Cui sat in a chair, her son and daughter-in-law at her side. Looking at them, she said slowly:

“If I hadn’t learned to resist back then, I might already be a pile of yellow dirt in the village graveyard. I would never have lived to see the day when my children and grandchildren fill the room.

Domestic violence only has two numbers: zero or countless. Either you leave it, or you fight back. One way or another, we have to live for ourselves at least once.”

Hearing this, the village chief’s wife grew teary-eyed. Everyone knew domestic violence was wrong, but they always found excuses for it.

How tragic!

Clap clap clap! “Excellent! Very well done!”

Just a few days remained before the New Year, and Houshan Village had grown busy.

Besides distributing grain and meat, what everyone cared about most was the upcoming cultural performance.

Zhang Dawu had just collected his share of meat and was heading home when a man suddenly stepped out.

“You still have the mood to take meat?”

Zhang Dawu glanced at him and snapped, “If I don’t, should I save it for your family? Dream on!”

The man frowned at his blunt tone but continued: “That’s not what I meant. I’m just looking out for you. Your wife is going to perform at the commune. If the higher-ups find out her little play was based on real life, don’t you think you’ll be made into a ‘typical example’?”

“And honestly, what were you thinking, letting your wife do that kind of performance? If women all learn to resist like that, what will us men do? What about our dignity?”

The man was agitated—after all, he also liked to rough up his wife.

Though he tried to suppress her, he could clearly sense she was changing, and he didn’t like it one bit.

“And that Luo educated youth! What’s her deal? She came down here to help build the countryside, to labor with us—not to stir up this nonsense about women awakening. Our village had been fine for years, and she ruined it!”

“Why don’t we think of a way to drive her out? As long as she leaves, I’m sure the village will return to the way it was!”

In truth, he was just looking for allies, and Zhang Dawu seemed like the best option. After all, Luo An had once embarrassed him in public.

But Dawu’s wife was ruthless. The first time he refused to let her perform, she had held a knife to her throat, threatening to die.

When he tried again to stop her, she held the knife to his throat at midnight.

He didn’t believe she’d kill herself, but he was terrified she’d stab him. From the look in her eyes, he knew she had no feelings left for him.

Why not divorce then?

Because her father thought it would be a disgrace. If she dared divorce, her father would break her legs. That’s the only reason the marriage dragged on.

But without his wife’s care, his life had gone downhill fast. He finally understood what true hunger meant.

He dared not complain, though. He had a gut feeling that if he pushed too far, she’d find an excuse to leave him for good.

And he didn’t want that. He even wanted to win her back. With his conditions, finding another wife would be nearly impossible. And most importantly—wives cost money.

He didn’t have money.

So he glared at the man and said, “If you’ve got the guts, go make trouble yourself. If you succeed, I’ll thank you.”

Then he hefted his piece of meat and left.

“Bah! Coward!” the man spat after him.