Miss Village Beauty Chapter 685: Half-Scraping the Face Chapter 685: Half-Scraping the Face The two outside heard the dwarf's wails and rushed in at lightning speed. Upon seeing the dwarf clutching his crotch and rolling helplessly on the ground, they exclaimed, "What in the world happened?" Seeing companions arrive, the dwarf pointed with a curled finger toward Hao Donglian on the bed and said, "This foul woman kicked me in the pants—she's killed me with the pain!" The black-bearded man who had previously been holding Hao Donglian's mouth frowned, then leapt up onto the bed, grabbed her hair and yanked her hard to the edge, shouting, "You won't take a toast, so you'll have to drink the penalty wine—Older Brother will take her now!" The man called Older Brother, thin and lean with hardly any muscle, smiled lasciviously and stepped forward, ready to separate Hao Donglian's legs. Suddenly, a sharp cry came from behind: "Damn it! Let go of my wife!"—Land Yun's third uncle had just turned around in time. Before the sound of the drink had fully settled, Zhao La San had stepped inside the room, raised the auger he usually used for work, and smoothly slid it across his elder brother's cheek—blood immediately sprayed out. Brother Two gasped, clutching his face and leaped to one side. The tall, broad-shouldered man, seeing a plain-looking man enter the room, instantly recognized him as the man of the household, and with a quick swipe of his hand against his waist, drew out his dagger, raising it silently to strike Zhao La San. "Be careful, husband," Hao Donglian exclaimed, overjoyed to see her husband return, yet her heart raced with concern as she watched the tall man draw his dagger. The men from the countryside usually fight without much technique, relying solely on raw strength. Now that his wife had been humiliated, Zhao La San's normally composed demeanor erupted like a volcano. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, and he charged straight at the dark-bearded man wielding a dagger. As the dagger touched his body, he suddenly sidestepped, and with a precise motion, the spade he held scraped off half a face of the dark-bearded man. "As they were speaking, the three tall men had already covered their faces and fled into the inner room. Zhao Lao San now had no time to chase after them—only that his wife was unharmed mattered. 'San, go to the village clinic and treat your wound,' Hao Donglian said, looking at the severe gash across her husband's ribcage, her voice full of concern. 'It's hot out—don't catch an infection.' "Old Third, you just have to believe Yunxiang won't do anything wrong—look at the behavior of those three just now..." "Enough! No matter what, we must clear things up. Otherwise, how can we ever have a peaceful life at home?" Old Third cut in sharply, as though the pain in his ribs were unbearable, then let out a cold sigh, his thick brows furrowed tightly. This content is from Chapter 685 of "The Village Beauty." Hao Donglian quickly got off the bed, fetched a towel, and gently wiped his wound, her eyes glistening with tears. "Husband, let's go to the clinic, there's so much blood." Old Third sighed and said, "Alright, you come with me. Otherwise, what will you do when they come back again?" Hao Donglian nodded eagerly, accompanying her husband to the village clinic to treat his wound. Just as the blade grazed his body, Zhao Lao San stepped aside slightly, and though the wounds were somewhat alarming, they were merely superficial—nothing serious. After tending to the injuries, Zhao Lao San and his wife began walking back, chatting along the way. "You mentioned earlier that those people weren't coming after you specifically, but rather because our young Yun had gotten into trouble and they had come to our doorstep," he asked. "Yes," said Ha Donglian, nodding. "It seems that Yun knocked out their head man. Husband, I can't help but feel uneasy—there's a constant sense that something bad is about to happen. Even though you've driven them away, what if they gather more people and come back? Shouldn't Yun go out of the way for a while to be safe?" Zhao Lao San frowned. "Where would she go? She can't hide for just a moment and then expect to hide forever. I think those people are just ordinary street toughs. We're not afraid. If they come back, I'll simply shoot them down with one arrow." By the time they reached the gate of their home, Zhao Laosi had already walked straight to the eastern side room, pulled out a homemade two-barrel iron sand gun he had made himself, and entered the house to retrieve gunpowder and iron sand from a drawer. With practiced ease, he loaded and filled the gun. "As the saying goes, even a rabbit will bite when it's frightened. Zhao Laosi is well known for being a straightforward, honest man. Yet, there are unscrupulous people who have been bullying his wife. Every man has a sense of dignity and pride—Zhao Laosi is no exception. These people have not only come to bother him, but have even been publicly humiliated in front of him. This grudge is now settled. For the sake of his wife and Lu Yun, he will stand up and fight—fair and square. With a quiet, steady demeanor, Zhao Laosi took the bottle of wine offered by Ha Donglian, opened it, took a few sips directly from the bottle, then raised his rustic gun, aimed it steadily, and smiled—a smile that carried a quiet, thoughtful intensity.