Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon Chapter 1166: You Poor Thing

Chapter 1166: You Poor Thing

Su Shen strolled forward with the air of a man who had seen worse, casting a glance at the beast in question—a hulking black pig that looked like it had erged straight out of a rural nightmare. Fierce, unrelenting, and wholly uncooperative.

But Su Shen remained calm. This was, after all, familiar territory.

“Don’t worry,” he said coolly to the group of burly n standing around the pig in a helpless huddle. “I know how to handle it. Just do exactly as I say.”

The n, already exasperated and out of ideas, looked at one another and nodded. It wasn’t like they had any better options. If soone knew how to kill the damn pig, they were all ears.

Under Su Shen’s steady command, the operation began. It was brutal, thodical, and strangely elegant in its own way.

anwhile, Su Li arrived on the scene, trailed by a ragtag entourage of newly recruited pint-sized followers. With a dramatic flair, he pointed enthusiastically at the tallest and most dashing man at the center of the action. “See that man?” he said, chest puffed with pride. “The one giving orders? That’s my dad. He’s a professional pig killer. There’s not a pig in this world he can’t handle!”

The crowd of children gawked in open admiration, their eyes lighting up with sothing akin to hero worship as they stared at Su Shen, who was now orchestrating the pig’s demise like so kind of rural maestro.

Inside the house, soone nudged Gu Zi with curiosity and amusent. “Hey, girl, your man is really sothing,” the woman said in a half-whisper, half-gossip tone. “He’s out there leading the charge like a general. That pig had everyone stumped, and now they’ve got a whole system going. Your kid says he’s so kind of pig-killing expert—used to help the whole village back in your hotown, is that true?”

Gu Zi couldn’t help the amused smile that spread across her face. For once, Su Li wasn’t exaggerating. “Yes,” she replied with a light nod. “That used to be his main trade. He’s naturally more skilled than most.”

The woman giggled. “Well, I saw the way he handled that knife—impressive stuff. And not to ntion, he looks good doing it. I’ve never seen anyone make pig slaughtering look so… stylish. Can we hire him next ti? We’ll wrap a big red envelope as thanks!”

Gu Zi laughed politely. “He’s still working at the company, and they haven’t broken for the holidays yet. But if the timing works out, I’m sure he can help.”

Just then, Aunt Zhao bustled in, positively beaming, and carrying a plate of freshly fried pork bites. She set it down in front of Gu Zi with a smile that could light up the entire village.

“Girl, your husband saved the day! If it weren’t for him, we wouldn’t have been able to get the pig slaughtered during the auspicious hour. My two useless sons are absolutely hopeless! Couldn’t lift a finger to help. The kitchen’s a madhouse right now and the at is being divvied up as we speak—but this plate is for you. Sit and eat. And don’t worry, we’ll give your husband a big red envelope later to show our thanks!”

Aunt Zhao was one of those salt-of-the-earth types—generous, warm, and fiercely fair. She wasn’t the sort to let anyone go unthanked.

But of course, her good-hearted gesture didn’t sit well with everyone. From across the room, her two daughters-in-law watched the whole exchange with curled lips and furrowed brows, their disdain barely concealed.

The eldest daughter-in-law was the first to scoff. “Mom, aren’t you laying it on a bit thick? It’s just a pig. Not exactly rocket science. There are plenty of pig killers in the countryside. My husband—your son—earned his iron rice bowl through academics. That’s rare. That’s sothing to be proud of. He’s a cultured man.”

The second daughter-in-law jumped in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I heard the Su family has always done this kind of work back in their village. Of course, her husband’s good at it. That’s their profession. But can her husband compare with ours when it cos to jobs? I don’t think so.”

Aunt Zhao was so angry she didn’t even bother with a response. She turned to Gu Zi with a tight smile. “Ignore them. They’re bored and jealous. You enjoy the food, I’ve got to get back to the kitchen.”

Once she left, Gu Zi didn’t bat an eyelash. She simply picked up a piece of the crispy pork and took a bite. It was delicious—savory, golden, and piping hot.

She had, of course, heard every word the two won said, but she didn’t care. As long as they didn’t say it to her, it wasn’t worth the breath.

But naturally, the mont Aunt Zhao stepped out of the room, the two daughters-in-law turned their attention to her like a pair of hyenas circling a lioness.

“You really are beautiful,” the older one said sweetly, with venom wrapped in sugar. “But I can’t imagine what you were thinking, marrying a butcher.”

The younger one chid in, her voice laced with scorn. “You must’ve been tricked—too young and naive. I’ve heard stories from rural areas. n can’t find wives, so they resort to scams. And tell , Gu Zi, your husband doesn’t earn much, does he?”

Gu Zi took another bite of the pork, unbothered, her tone relaxed. “Well, he doesn’t keep any money on him.”

‘Because he hands it all over to ,’ she thought with quiet amusent.

The two won exchanged gleeful glances.

“You poor thing,” the older one said, barely able to hide her smugness. “He’s just doing manual labor—there’s no real money in that. My husband doesn’t have much brute strength, but he has brains. He got placed in an office the mont he joined the workforce. The salary and benefits are excellent.”

The younger one jumped at the chance to brag. “Exactly. The future is all about using your brain, not your back. Physical labor is just getting cheaper. Gu Zi, maybe you should have your husband apply at my husband’s company. He could learn a trade, beco a technician or sothing. Even if my husband isn’t in a governnt job like his older brother, he’s in a top-tier private firm. Better than slaughtering pigs, right?”