Great misunderstanding, unable to defend oneself despite much argument

  It can be seen that this woman is taking a bath and has nothing on her body.

  The sound of gurgling water came from inside, the reflection on the curtain gently washed her body, occasionally wiping her chest and thighs lightly, with a gentle movement.

  The young man swallowed hard, perhaps feeling that one eye was not enough, and poked another hole in the window paper, with both eyes staring straight at each other.

  "Little ancestor, have you seen? It seems like someone is coming over there."

  "Don't rush! Take another look, I haven't seen anyone yet!" The young man said impatiently, leaning on the window and concentrating on eavesdropping.

  Finally, the curtain was pulled up, and a woman with a white towel wrapped around her chest walked out of the bathroom. Except for the vital parts, all other areas were almost exposed under the dim light. Her snow-white thighs were plump, her arms slender as a snow lotus, her fragrant shoulders half-exposed, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, and water droplets flowed down from her shoulders, secretly flowing into that naturally formed snowy white deep groove on her chest.

  She walked to the bedside, back to the window, and gently untied the towel wrapped around her body with one hand.

  The boy's face had already turned bright red, his breathing rapid, and just as the woman revealed her smooth white back and her pert buttocks, the boy suddenly lost his balance, and with a loud crash, he fell heavily to the ground from the window sill.

  "Damn it! You're all just a bunch of useless slaves! At the critical moment, you're holding me back. Hurry up and help me up, or I'll be left behind. Just you wait, I'll break your dog legs!"

  The young man cursed and struggled to get up, but as soon as he stood up, he shut his mouth. All of his servants were lying on the ground, crying out in pain.

  He turned around and stared at the thin, scar-faced man in front of him with a look of astonishment, asking blankly: "Who are you?"

  "Has your hair grown long enough yet? Are you going to learn how to peep like others?"

  Zhen Ming had just left the blacksmith's shop and was on his way home when he encountered this situation. He took a closer look and suddenly saw the young man, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar. He remembered that it was the rich young master who had driven away the guests at the Fang family gate on the day he was selling tofu by the Luo River. He appeared to be no more than thirteen years old, just entering puberty.

  That young man saw that he was just a slender and lonely man, while there were five or six people on his side, so he plucked up the courage to shout: "You dare to hit my man?"

  "And you don't have to pay taxes, why not?" Zhen Ming shrugged casually, his movements natural and effortless, causing the young man to pause in surprise.

  "How bold!" The young man came back to his senses and rushed towards Zhen Ming with a bitter expression.

  Zhen Mingsu slightly dodged to one side, avoiding the clumsy pounce of the young man. The young man used too much force and ended up pouncing on empty air, falling to the ground with a thud. His palms were also scraped raw, and his face contorted in pain as he stumbled backward several steps. His hands trembled slightly as he pointed at Zhen Mingsu, stuttering: "Y-you dare hit me?"

  Zhen Ming was bitter and speechless: "I didn't even touch you."

  "Get out of the way!"

  "Is this also my fault?" Zhen Ming asked in dismay.

  "Bring it up!" The young man gestured to the few slaves, but unfortunately no one dared to come forward. Zhen Ming was bitter that those few kicks had kicked them enough.

  "You're all useless! What a waste of food!"

  He quickly scrambled to his feet, looked at the slaves with fearful faces, assessed the situation, and understood that they were not opponents that these clumsy slaves could handle. He glared fiercely at Zhen Mingshu: "Remember this! Let's go!"

  The young man, with the support of several slaves, stepped on the back of one slave and mounted a white horse led by another slave, and slowly walked away under the crowd's escort.

  Looking at this typical second-generation ancestor, Zhen Ming sighed and shook his head, just turned around to leave, but was stunned.

  At the entrance of the corner in front, a slender and elegant woman with a simple and refined beauty stood, her expression which was usually bitter and hard had become somewhat stiff.

  Not every day can see his lifesaver, who else could it be but Zhang Shi, the tofu seller by the Luo River?

  At this time, her hair was still wet and smooth, black and soft, draped over her shoulders. Her gaze passed over Zhen Ming's bitter expression and looked out the window behind him, her face taking on a somewhat strange color.

  Zhen Ming bitterly turned his head to look at the two-meter-high window behind him, and the two obvious peepholes were glaringly evident of someone's past misdeeds. The culprit, Ershizong, had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving only Zhen Ming sneaking around alone in the alley.

  He quietly called out "Oh no!", and indeed, when he turned his head back around, that Tofu Western beauty was no longer at the entrance, she had turned around and entered the courtyard, slamming shut the large gate with a loud bang.

  It's impossible for the book to be written so coincidentally.

  What a coincidence, this house was where Zhang lived, what a coincidence, he encountered his second ancestor peeking at her taking a bath, what a coincidence, he chose a road that he had never taken before today, what a coincidence, his house was less than 800 meters away from Zhang's.

  A bitter heart like an overturned five-flavor bottle, with unspoken bitterness and unarguable grievances. After a long daze, I could only sigh and say "You asked for it, you deserved to have the chamber pot lid fall on your own head". I turned around and walked towards my residence.

  ……

  Back at his residence, Fei Long and several of his fellow villagers were waiting for him in the main hall. Seeing him return, they hastily gathered around him, asking him about alloy smelting in a flurry of questions.

  Zhenming bitter has a sentence each sentence responded, calling them to sit down, and gave them each a cup of water, then silently sat in the chair, thinking about something, a distracted look.

  Fei Long took a sip of water and asked, "Zhen Ge, judging from your expression, it seems like things aren't going too smoothly. Is there anything we can help with? You can speak up freely. In just one more month, the deadline will be here. If you can't hand over the goods, they won't let you off easily... The people at Wei Chi Tie's blacksmith shop are not to be trifled with..."

  Zhen Ming suddenly raised his head and stared at Fei Long: "Fei Long, I'm asking you, when you found this house for me initially, did you know that the place a few hundred meters ahead is where Doufu Xishi lives?"

  Fei Long was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and gave him a sly smile: "You finally figured it out? How is it, are you satisfied? This is the best house I've found after searching for a long time..."

  He sneaked up to Zhenming's ear and whispered: "This house is one meter higher than the other houses, you're on the upper slope, she's on the lower slope. Every night, if you sneak onto the rooftop, you can see her courtyard. Aren't you always going to her store to drink soy milk? What a waste of money! From now on, whenever you miss her, just climb up to the rooftop every night and you can see her every day, as long as you want, in a way that others can't usually see. Otherwise, you'll be lovesick, unable to eat or sleep. If your eyesight is good enough, you might even be able to see into her bathroom, heh heh..."

  Bang!

  Zhenming's bitter palm slapped past, hitting his round and fat belly, stirring up a thousand layers of waves, laughing and scolding: "You think about it, I'm now jumping into the Yellow River and can't wash it clean!"

  Then, Zhang told the story of being misunderstood by her for peeking at her while she was bathing. Fei Long and others listened to it and burst into laughter, praising him for his good fortune, as if being misunderstood by the famous tofu fairy of Luoyang and being treated as a peeping Tom was a great honor.

  It's really embarrassing to talk to these people who have been begging for years and have no manners or shame, so I had to change the subject and said: "By the way, are you interested in doing some hard labor?"

  "Yes!" These people immediately shifted their attention and responded in unison.

  They have received a lot of lucrative jobs from Zhen Mingsu, with wages higher than those of many large restaurant managers. For example, when helping him find mines, each person got one or two more silver coins after just a few days. They all wished that Zhen Mingsu would give them some work to do every day.

  "Come gather at my place early tomorrow, go back and sleep for now since there's nothing going on."