Renascida nos Anos 80: Sozinha, Caçando na Floresta de Neve

"Lin Yang, if you want to marry my sister, you'd better have the 'Three Rounds and One Sound' plus five hundred yuan for the bride price! Otherwise, forget about it. And another thing—I'll beat you every damn time I see you!"

"Daqiang, that's just too much. In all the surrounding villages, a bride price is only a hundred yuan. Can't you..."

"Hmph! Lin Laohai, cut the crap! There's a whole line of men wanting to marry my sister, stretching from the village committee all the way to the county supply and marketing cooperative. Keep a tight leash on that useless son of yours. If he dares to bother my sister again, I'll break his leg!"

Listening to the angry shouting, Lin Yang sat on the ground, his vision swimming in darkness. A sharp pain throbbed at the back of his head. He reached out to touch it, only to find a massive bump. It felt sticky, with fluid oozing out. It was as if someone had struck him hard from behind with a blunt club.

He looked up. Inside the stone courtyard walled with adobe stood several people. One of them was etched so deeply into his memory that he had dreamed of beating him to death countless times—Sun Daqiang! Right now, Sun Daqiang was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket and a dog-skin hat, his face twisted in a fierce, menacing scowl.

Seeing Lin Yang look over, Sun Daqiang immediately pointed the shovel in his hand at him and barked, "What? You still got a problem with that? I warned you last time not to go looking for my sister again. Did you