Chapter 149: Transferring the Household Registration

Under the gaze of the entire village, Aunt Wang sang and twisted her body while casting seductive winks at Zhao Feng.

Aunt Wang felt ashamed to the point of wanting to die; her elderly face was completely disgraced!

Zhao Feng’s true self gave a cold chuckle. "Well, Aunt Wang, what on earth are you doing? Did you just reveal your true colors after being criticized a couple of times?"

Aunt Wang's real consciousness was cursing up a storm in her mind.

However, she could not utter a single word. Whenever she tried to speak, it came out as gibberish like "Ba-ba, ba-ba"!

"Humph!" Zhao Feng grunted and stopped paying attention to Aunt Wang.

He looked at Chen Ying. "Chen Ying, go ahead and talk about the next matter. Just let her dance by herself over there!"

Chen Ying covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing a giggle. It took a long time for her to finally stop laughing.

She turned to the villagers. "Everyone, the last thing I want to mention, although it might not directly concern most of you, is still something you should all hear!"

The crowd blinked in slight confusion.

"What is it?"

"Yeah, what could it be?"

Chen Ying gave a gentle, sweet smile and said, "I presume you all know Sister Xianglan, right?"

The villagers blinked again.

"Of course we know her, what about her?"

"Yeah, she has been staying at Zhao Feng's house for almost half a month now!"

"Right, why bring her up all of a sudden?"

Chen Ying smiled faintly. "I reported Sister Xianglan's situation to the municipal bureau. The bureau was deeply sympathetic, so they asked for Sister Xianglan's own wishes."

"And what were they??"

Chen Ying smiled. "Sister Xianglan has agreed to transfer her household registration to Little River Village!"

"Gasp!!"

The villagers froze for a moment, and then an uproar broke out.

"This is wonderful news!"

"Woohoo! Little River Village is going to welcome a new family name!"

"Welcome!"

"I raise both hands in welcome!"

"Me too!"

Seeing the villagers respond with such enthusiasm, Xianglan, standing nearby, felt a wave of deep emotion, and her eyes grew slightly moist.

Zhao Feng, standing beside her, looked surprised.

"When did this happen? Why didn't I know about it?"

Chen Ying glared at Zhao Feng. "What does this have to do with you? Why should you know?"

"You!" Zhao Feng was rendered speechless.

"What about me?" Chen Ying rolled her eyes.

"You're being unreasonable!" Zhao Feng said angrily.

"Humph!"

He had no idea at all. Zhao Feng crossed his arms and sulked by himself.

"Hehehe!"

Xianglan, standing next to Zhao Feng, smiled softly. "Little Feng, it's not that we didn't want to tell you; we just wanted to give you a surprise!"

"Really?" Zhao Feng asked, looking aggrieved.

Xianglan nodded heavily. "Of course it's real!"

"Hehehe!" Zhao Feng scratched his head and laughed. "Congratulations, Sister Xianglan! You finally have a home of your own!"

Xianglan's eyes were slightly damp. Holding Dandan in her arms, she bowed deeply to Zhao Feng. "Little Feng, thank you so much!"

Zhao Feng hurriedly reached out to support Xianglan. "Sister Xianglan, what are you doing?"

Xianglan stayed bent over and did not get up. As Zhao Feng cast an inadvertent glance downward, a patch of snowy whiteness came into his view.

However, now was not the time for romantic sentiments, and Zhao Feng had no room in his mind for other distractions.

He gripped Xianglan's shoulders and helped her up. "Sister Xianglan, don't ever do that again. We are all one family!"

Deeply moved, Xianglan nodded vigorously.

Amidst the crowd, Wang Xiaoyun watched this scene with an angry huff and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why is it that we are both widows, yet my treatment is so different from others?"

Xianglan looked toward the surrounding villagers and said solemnly, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you for accepting me!"

The villagers present smiled and waved their hands.

"Think nothing of it!"

"That's right!"

"Haha, my ancestors were also from Yunchuan!"

"Mine too!"

Chen Ying smiled faintly. "Now that I've finished talking about everything, let's set off the firecrackers!"

"Right! It's time for the firecrackers!"

"Woohoo! I've been waiting forever!"

Chen Ying smiled. "I shouldn't be the one to light these firecrackers. Let's ask Uncle Zhao to do the honors, how about that??"

"Agreed!"

Rustle, rustle!!

Uncle Zhao stroked his beard and offered a modest smile. "Then I won't be overly modest!"

"Great!"

Nearby, Zhao Jun lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and handed the cigarette to Uncle Zhao.

Uncle Zhao took the cigarette without any fuss, puffed on it twice, and touched the glowing tip to the fuse of the firecrackers.

"Sss..."

The villagers quickly scattered, covering their ears.

"Crackle, snap, pop!"

The firecrackers detonated with a deafening roar, and the villagers cheered, creating a lively and bustling scene.

Standing amidst the crowd, Zhao Feng looked at this festive spectacle, a unique wave of emotion welling up inside him.

"Sigh! Summer is almost here. I remember when I left the Immortal Sect, it was still winter!"

"I suppose this summer is going to be exceptionally grueling!"

"But I am not afraid!"

"I believe that every single day brings a different kind of change for me now!"

"I don't know the ultimate meaning of my existence, but I still harbor many deep obsessions!"

"Perhaps, once I fulfill these obsessions, I will feel a lot lighter!"

"When that time comes, I truly can brush off my clothes and leave without a trace!"

After the three strings of firecrackers finished exploding, the enthusiasm of the villagers only grew stronger.

Uncle Zhao waved his hand broadly. "Fellow villagers, the completion of our cement road today is a joyous occasion! Xiaoyin paid out of her own pocket to reserve twenty tables at the restaurant at the head of the village! Let's head over now!"

"That's right!" Zhao Feng chimed in, shouting, "Those who can't find a seat can stand! In any case, Aunt Liulin's restaurant only has a maximum of twenty tables!"

"Hahahaha!"

The villagers burst into laughter.

"No worries, we brought our own stools!"

"Yeah! Whoever doesn't get a seat can just stand!"

"Humph! The men will take a table, and the rest can go to the elderly, women, and children!"

"Exactly!"

The villagers walked toward the restaurant in high spirits, chattering merrily.

Only Aunt Wang remained where she was, singing and twisting her body. Although the villagers found her behavior bizarre, today was a day of great joy, so they simply overlooked her strange state.

The villagers departed in groups of twos and threes.

Aunt Wang kept singing and twisting until finally, perhaps out of sheer exhaustion, she collapsed flat onto the ground.

At that moment, the Yang spirit of Zhao Feng smiled slightly and prepared to withdraw from Aunt Wang's body.

Suddenly.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!"

Several dark shadows appeared.

Clad in Japanese ninja attire, these figures were unmistakably ninjas from Nippon.

By now, the sun was setting, and the sky had grown somewhat dim.

Upon landing, they swiftly leaped apart in different directions.

One of the ninjas made a hand gesture. "It has been confirmed. This is the place where Zhao Feng lives!"

Another ninja similarly signaled with hand gestures. "There is a woman over there. Capture her and interrogate her!"

"Yoshi!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Three ninjas approached Aunt Wang. Confronted by such an array, Aunt Wang was almost frightened to the point of fainting.

Her small eyes rolled around rapidly, and though she wanted to speak, she couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, a startling thing happened.

"Who are you people??"

Aunt Wang's voice actually rang out.

"Huh?"

One of the ninjas knitted his brows. "What kind of creature are you?"

With a terrified expression on her face, Aunt Wang stammered, "Me, a terribly law-abiding citizen!"