Villains, Stop Acting Up—Your Master Says Come Home and Farm - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Zhou Er stayed.

He became my second disciple.

That sword of his was incredibly useful.

Smashing garlic, chopping vegetables, hacking through ribs. Whatever I used it for, it worked like a charm.

Zhou Er became my little kitchen helper.

The moment mealtime rolled around, he appeared right on schedule.

With his sword in hand.

“Master, what are we eating today?”

“Master, is it okay if I cut the meat this big?”

“Master, let me smash the garlic for you!”

He annoyed me so much that I simply handed the newly picked-up Zhou San over to him to look after.

Zhou San was a little fox who had taken human form.

She probably had some kind of congenital defect.

Her fox mother had abandoned her in the back mountain.

Two senior brothers with absolutely no childcare experience stared at the baby girl in her swaddling clothes, utterly at a loss.

“Senior Brother, you coax her first.”

“No, Junior Brother. You’re older than me, so you go first.”

“Senior Brother, why don’t you refine a pill that makes her sleep for seven days and seven nights after eating it?”

“Are you trying to make me poison Junior Sister and get kicked out by Master so you can hog all the garlic ribs for yourself? What a scheme, Junior Brother.”

“Senior Brother, you’ve misunderstood me. My ambitions aren’t that small. I actually want to hog the stir-fried pork too.”

“Stop messing around. How about you perform a sword dance for Junior Sister? I’ve never seen anyone dance with a sword more ridiculously than you. Maybe she’ll stop crying after watching.”

“Master took my sword to cut watermelon. I don’t have it right now.”

“Huh? I used that sword to chop cilantro this morning. Did anyone wash it?”

“I don’t think so.”

The two of them went right back to staring at each other.

Completely falling apart amid Zhou San’s wailing sobs.

Foxes didn’t grow at the same pace as ordinary people.

Before long, she had even grown taller than both of her senior brothers.

Zhou San loved meat.

So we fenced off a plot of land in the back mountain specifically to raise chickens and pigs.

When she reached the age to choose her cultivation path,

Zhou San went down the mountain by herself and bought a guqin.

Her two senior brothers and I frantically gave her thumbs-ups and praised it for being beautiful. Such a beautiful junior sister deserved such a beautiful guqin. She would definitely become the most outstanding musical cultivator in the future.

But in the very next second,

Zhou San hoisted the guqin onto her shoulder and started smashing chickens with it.

We all fell silent.

…Fine. She could use it however she wanted.

As long as she didn’t start smashing us after she was done with the chickens.