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Chapter 162 May I ask how old you are?

Yinyin looked for a long time but couldn't figure it out. "It's nothing. Brother Yishan carries the flour, and he carries the rice. Isn't that good?"

One person, one bag; the division of labor is clear. At this speed, the items will be moved quickly.

“That’s the problem,” Li Ruru exclaimed, slapping her thigh.

Yishan is young and strong, and flour is light, so it's easy for him to carry a bag.

But Master Fang's beard is so long, he must be at least fifty or sixty years old.

He carried a bag of rice without any effort, which seemed unbelievable.

A sack of rice weighs much more than a sack of flour.

Yinyin didn't understand what her mother was struggling with, and only said, "Mother, do we need to move the other things over? I want to help too."

Small people are just looking for a sense of existence.

“Yes, let’s go, Mother will go too.” Li Ruru took out two new quilts and hugged them to her arms, while Yinyin held up the umbrella with difficulty.

Stepping through the mud and water to reach the bottom of the cave, Xiao Yishan took the things from them and then pulled the two of them up.

Li Ruru walked around the cave and was very satisfied.

I never noticed before, this place is practically a perfect refuge.

"This place is quite nice," Master Fang exclaimed, "much better than my dilapidated thatched hut."

Not only is it large in area, but it also has an opening in the middle for ventilation. Most importantly, there is a spring here.

It's quiet enough away from the hustle and bustle, and as long as there's food, he can stay here for ten days to half a month.

Li Ruru stepped closer and asked, "Master Fang, if I may ask, how old are you?"

Master Fang's face stiffened, and he thought to himself, "You are really quite presumptuous."

He stroked his beard and said, "Age isn't important."

"How much is 'not important'?" Li Ruru pressed.

"You care about this a lot?" Fang Xingzhi switched from defense to offense.

"Uh, no, I just want to know." Li Ruru persisted.

"How old are you?" Fang Xingzhi was certain that Li Ruru was unwilling to answer this question, so she couldn't continue to ask him.

After all, older women are very sensitive about being asked their age.

Time is merciless, and beauty fades easily; women who love beauty always want to stay eighteen forever.

Young women don't mind being asked their age because they are young and beautiful enough.

The elderly, on the other hand, become particularly sensitive because they are no longer young and their lives are filled with trivialities.

"I've just turned thirty," Li Ruru said readily.

Fang Xing choked, thinking to himself, "Why do you blurt out everything? You have no sense of propriety."

"Hehe, that's good." He chuckled twice, quickly climbed down the cave, and went to move the grain on his own.

Li Ruru snorted coldly, "This old guy is definitely up to something."

A woman's age can't be revealed, but what's wrong with a man's age?

Why does an old man care so much about his age?

Li Ruru couldn't understand it, but decided to let him off the hook for now and make sure she had time to get to the bottom of it.

The subsequent moving work went smoothly, and the grain was moved quickly.

Fang Xingzhi and Xiao Yishan also moved the unused large bed into the main room.

The bed is a good bed, but we can't let it get soaked.

Several large earthenware jars and a small amount of grain were placed on the bed, but they didn't take up much space.

Li Ruru left the grain behind instead of moving it to the cave. She didn't know how many more days the rain would last, but it wasn't practical to go to the cave to fetch grain for cooking every time.

So he left enough food to last him one or two weeks.

After the busy work, everyone was covered in sweat.

"This awful weather, it's cold, hot, and humid all at once," Fang Xingzhi complained, taking off his outer robe as he did so. It was late May, and with the heavy rain, it was a bit chilly when still, but you'd break into a sweat with the slightest movement.

The air was also damp and uncomfortable.

When Li Ruru caught a glimpse of his bulging pectoral muscles, she almost dropped her jaw in astonishment.

“You…” she stammered, unable to speak. What kind of amazing person was this?

He had a long white beard, but his physical condition was stronger than that of a young man.

He can carry loads of rice and has huge pectoral muscles. What does he eat every day and what kind of exercise does he do?

Li Ruru was completely baffled and just stared blankly at Fang Xingzhi.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered something astonishing.

Apart from his graying hair and beard, Fang Xingzhi looked like an elderly man.

His face, his hands, his neck, even his figure, didn't look like someone in their fifties or sixties at all.

His hands were long and slender with distinct knuckles, as beautiful as the hands of a domineering CEO in an old romance novel.

His face had smooth lines, was fair but not pale, with a healthy wheat color, and had no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

He was tall and slender, with an upright posture and full of energy.

Li Ruru suddenly thought of Chen Bingxiao, who was also in his fifties or sixties but had a hunched back, making him look like he could be Fang Xingzhi's grandfather.

Fang Xingzhi was puzzled by her stare. He quickly put on his outer robe, coughed, and asked, "Um... where will this old man stay tonight?"

He sensed the scrutiny in Li Ruru's eyes and deliberately emphasized his identity.

He thought that his address of "old man" would surely scare away any improper thoughts that Li was harboring.

But Li Ruru was certain that he was faking it.

While others pretend to be young, he pretends to be old; there's no one else like him.

Li Ruru did not confront him directly, mainly because she did not yet have conclusive evidence.

He simply said, "You can stay in Xiu'er's old room."

Chao Chao led Fang Xingzhi to Chu Xiu's room and said, "Master Fang, there used to be a master living here, but he's not here recently. You can stay here without worry."

Mother said that when Master Chu returns, he will be allowed to share a room with Xiao Wu.

Fang Xingzhi saw that the room was very large and fully furnished with tables, chairs and beds.

The large desk was piled high with books, as well as plenty of paper and pens.

It seems to be a scholar's room.

"Thank you, Miss Chaochao." Fang Xingzhi politely cupped his hands in thanks.

"Don't be shy." Chaochao handed him the clothes in her hand and said, "These are new, my mother bought them before, you can change into them."

I've been busy for so long, and even though I had an umbrella, I still got soaked.

Fortunately, the grain bags were all wrapped in Xiao Yishan's big coat, so they didn't get wet at all.

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Pingchuan County Government Office.

The head constable and his large group of men had assembled.

With the advisor holding an umbrella, Magistrate Chu coughed and said, "Everyone, remember this: our mission this time is to capture the murderer of Butcher Hu. This is a matter of great importance, so everyone must be vigilant and attentive to their surroundings. We must not let the murderer escape."

Of course, don't be afraid. There is strength in numbers. If we work together, there is nothing we cannot accomplish.

If anyone tries to cheat, flee, or back down halfway, Constable Xing can execute them without any room for negotiation.

If we succeed in capturing the murderer this time, everyone present will be rewarded according to their contributions.

Finally, I wish you a safe and triumphant return! Alright, let's go!

"We will heed the magistrate's instructions!" The head constable led the way, and everyone responded in unison.

A large group of over a hundred people headed towards Chenjia Village.

(End of this chapter)