The rural beauty, Chapter 782: Jumping twice, Chapter 782 jumps twice. "Then what? Are we really going to give up on our daily life just because of a bunch of young pups?" The little thing Yun did was perfectly right—anyone in his position would have stepped in to help that daughter. Zhao La San suddenly stood up, gripping the soil gun tightly in his hands. "Yun may not be from my Zhao family, but I've raised him for so many years. I've finally managed not to raise a timid, weakling. This matter is settled. Now I'm going to call my brothers right away." Seeing that his usually steady and unassuming uncle had truly been stirred to anger, Lu Yun immediately rose to intervene, saying, "Uncle Zhao, you can't go. You can't be held accountable for this mess because of what I've caused—this would put undue strain on several of the senior uncles and aunts." "Get out of my way! When has it ever been your turn to speak in this household? Just stay put!" Zhao La San glared at Lu Yun and strode straight toward the door. "Uncle Zhao..." "Uncle Zhao..." Lu Yun and Ha Donglian called out together, yet neither dared to step forward and block Zhao La San's furious outburst. "Brother Zhao, will you let me say a few words, please?" "Iron Heart Lan spoke at the right moment. Although Zhao La San was furious, he couldn't lose decorum with Lu Yun's teacher, so upon hearing this, he paused, turned around, and said to Iron Heart Lan, 'Teacher Iron, I've troubled you. Please go ahead and say what you have to.' When Hao Donglian saw her husband once again showing his stubbornness, she was afraid of unintentionally offending Tie Xinlan and thus delaying Lu Yun's studies. She immediately scolded him. Zhao Laosan seemed to feel his words weren't quite well-received either, and this time he didn't argue with Hao Donglian. With a humble smile, he said, "Miss Tie, I'm straightforward—what I say is what I think. Though some of my remarks may not be very pleasant, the facts remain the same. If we're to have such dramatic confrontations, and it's only the women who step in, then what's the point of us men being here? Wouldn't we just be smoking, drinking, or playing mahjong all day?" "Tie-xin Lan nodded and smiled, saying, 'Third brother, you're absolutely right. But we women shouldn't be underestimated either.' She then winked at Lu Yun. Lu Yun understood at once and added, 'Uncle, Tie Teacher is right—women sometimes can do the very things that should be men's responsibilities, and often do them even better.' 'Little brat, when is it going to be my turn to have you scold me?' Zhao Lao San glared at Lu Yun, yet his eyes were full of doubt. After all, if women truly could manage such tasks, it would only make sense if they had to sacrifice their own bodies. But to have someone else suffer for her own affairs—something Zhao Lao San would never, never do. Lu Yun, not satisfied, straightened his chest and said, 'I'm not wrong at all. Tie Teacher's Iron Sand Palm technique is truly outstanding—ten or twenty strong men wouldn't even stand a chance against her.' Now Zhao Lao San was completely stunned. Ten or twenty men, all strong and capable, struggling against a woman who was already in her mid-fifties? This was too strange. With a mixture of doubt and astonishment, Zhao Lao San looked at Tie Xinlan, hoping to hear her confirmation firsthand. Tie Xinlan smiled and said, "Brother San, don't listen to Lu Yun's exaggerations. I've only practiced martial arts for a few days when I was a child—far from as impressive as he claims." Lu Yun interrupted, "Miss Tie, it's already this late—how can you still be so humble? Go out and show off your skills to Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao!" "Lu Yun, stop fussing so much!" Hao Donglian observed that Lu Yun was growing more and more out of his depth. After all, the teacher had already come to visit, which was no small feat given the family's current troubles. How could she be expected to go out and make her own family suffer, especially as a woman, to show off her abilities? This young man was truly becoming more and more oblivious. "Oh, Aunt Zhao, if Miss Tie had no strength at all, how could she have come to our home at all? And how could she have asked us to go out and hide, while insisting that we stay here together?" “Lu Yun was a bit anxious,” saying, “The person I care about most at school is Miss Tie.” “Alright, Miss Tie—show off your skills to me, this country bumpkin! Otherwise, if you stay here and I have to go out and hide like a man afraid of the rain, where will my face go?” Zhao La San hesitated for a long time, but seeing the confidence shining in Tie Xinlan’s eyes, he bit his lip and finally made up his mind. As soon as he finished speaking, the simple country man was flushed red from head to toe with embarrassment. “Old Zhao, why are you also making such a fuss? Miss Tie is visiting us for the very first time—how can you—” Hu Donglian paused, interrupting her words. “Don’t worry, Sister,” Tie Xinlan smiled and said, “No matter what you think, I’ve already decided. You can rest assured—I’ll definitely protect Lu Yun.” Knowing that if she didn’t demonstrate her abilities, neither Zhao nor his wife would ever hand Lu Yun over to her, Tie Xinlan smiled gently and stepped out of the room. “Old Zhao, what a mess this has become!” Hu Donglian watched as "Tiexin Lan smiled and said, 'Third brother, no need—I'll just jump a few times.' Then she glanced around and walked straight toward the brick wall to the west, separating her from Wang's household. Lu Yun had arrived beside Zhao Lao San at some point, who looked slightly puzzled, murmuring to himself, 'What is she going to do? Does she intend to climb the wall?'" Lu Yun chuckled, "Uncle Zhou, you're already seeing it—this will surely surprise you. When Li Huashan, your cousin, came to the school and clashed with Zhang Yi, I once saw Iron-xin Lan sprinting straight toward the canteen, her feet barely touching the ground, rushing to lend support. Now, seeing her heading toward the western wall, I suspect she's about to display some kind of light-footed skill—something far from dull, like climbing the wall just for the sake of it, as Old Third Zhou imagined. At about a zhang's distance from the western wall, she paused, slightly inclined forward, exhaled a soft, barely audible whistle, then kicked off with her right leg. Instantly, she rose into the air as if launched, soaring across a distance of over three meters, landing with perfect steadiness atop the wall. Without pausing, she then pointed her foot to the ground, executing a swift somersault toward a nearby locust tree. This time, even more impressive, she stepped and kicked repeatedly against the tree trunk, and then, like a cannonball launched from a cannon, she surged forward, transforming into a fleeting silhouette. In the blink of an eye, she landed right