Country Beauty No. 213, Main Text No. 213: The Oddly Stupid Zhang – Part Five Boom! This content features the textual material from Chapter 213 of "Country Beauty No. 213." The sky, having remained gloomy all day, now churned with dark clouds, completely blotting out the last remnants of moonlight. Land Yun’s current state of mind mirrored that obscured moonlight—utterly gray and dim. Zhang, the idiot! Zhang, the idiot! Could an actual idiot really do something so extraordinary? Land Yun now begins to question his own initial judgment. Yet aside from Zhang, he has no other clear leads. Glancing at the dense, overcast sky, he walked in the dark toward his home, stumbling over himself countless times along the way. When they got home, San-Shi and Cheng Guiying were anxiously waiting inside. With a whole person simply vanishing right before their eyes, it was only natural for them to be concerned. Seeing Lu Yun return in a dazed and stumbling manner, Ha Donglian hurried over to greet her, asking, "Little Yun, what happened to you? Your forehead is bleeding—did you have a fight? Have you found your teacher, Ling?" Facing a series of rapid questions, Lu Yun didn't have time to explain in detail; she just shook her head and said anxiously, "San-Shi, please get me our flashlight right away. I need to go out again and search carefully—maybe I wandered off to the village outskirts and got lost." Cheng Guiying sighed and pulled out a five-battery iron flashlight from the drawer. This flashlight had been purchased by Lu Yun's uncle when he was helping the production team monitor cotton cultivation. It used five No. 1 batteries and produced a very bright beam when turned on. Handing over the flashlight to Lu Yun, Hao Donglian said with a bit of concern, "Little Yun, it's almost going to rain outside now. Your aunt Cuihua has already gone out to look for your uncle. Why don't you wait until your uncle returns, and then go together? If it starts raining, I won't be able to rest with you going alone." Thinking of being embraced warmly by Lu Yun right in front of Cheng Guiying, Hao Donglian felt her cheeks flush involuntarily and sighed, "Yes, this child has always been so thoughtful and considerate—just terribly unfortunate, isn't it?" Ling Xiaoman’s fear was spreading, yet she maintained a composed demeanor and asked the figure seated by the campfire. She only remembered having become a bit dazed while drinking, being escorted by her third aunt into Lu Yun’s room to rest, where she was peacefully asleep when suddenly she heard someone outside shouting that there was a fire. She had woken up in alarm, intending to go out and investigate what had happened, only to find herself, before even stepping out of the room, experiencing a sharp pain behind her head, then losing consciousness—ending up here without knowing how. When the figure by the fire remained silent, Ling Xiaoman’s heart fluttered; she bravely stepped forward to inquire more closely. But the figure suddenly spoke: “Stay still. Just remain here. Don’t shout or move around, or I might stab you to death and then present you as a female dry corpse—dispose of the body entirely.” Saying this, he raised his hand and swayed the pig-killing knife he held, over a foot long. Ling Xiaoman was stunned, then realized she had been kidnapped. The steady, emotionless tone of the man’s voice sent her as if plunged into an ice cavern. When she saw the long knife in his hands, glowing with a cold, sharp radiance under the firelight, she froze, half-kneeling on the ground like a statue, her face pale as paper, devoid of any color. “What do you want? I don’t know you. Please let me go,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with tears after a moment, as she regained her composure. She never imagined that coming here to unwind and refresh herself would turn into such an ordeal. Never having encountered anything like this before, she found herself unexpectedly overwhelmed with fear, her eyes welling with tears. She couldn’t understand why this man had chosen to target her—especially since he had brought her here to Land Yun’s home. “You don’t know me? We just met this afternoon. Isn’t it remarkable how forgetful a beautiful woman can be?” "He turned suddenly, his jade-green eyes glowing with lust, fixed firmly on Ling Xiaoman's well-proportioned figure. 'Zhang?'" Ling Xiaoman gasped in surprise. She never expected that the one who had seized her would be the very man who had been trailing behind her, constantly wiping his nose and insisting he wanted to marry her. Now Zhang was far from being a fool—his demeanor was bold and sharp. Hearing Ling Xiaoman's words, he chuckled coldly, "Sometimes a fool can become quite clever. Tonight, I've done something quite remarkable—something even the most intelligent people would never think of. How could they imagine a beauty like you, so fresh and vibrant, being brought all the way here to this run-down brick kiln by a simple village fool like me?" "Idiot! I'm shouting!" Zhang exclaimed. "You're utterly shameless!" Upon hearing Zhang's words, Ling Xiaoman felt a surge of embarrassment, picking up a triangular brick from the ground. "You're a complete lunatic! Get off me right now, or else—I'll fight you to the death!" Zhang chuckled, shaking his head. "Lunatic? Do you think I *want* to be a lunatic? For all these years, I've pretended to be crazy, watching everyone else marry and have children—why should *I* be the one mocked and treated poorly by the villagers? Today, seeing you, it's as if heaven itself has rewarded me. It's your turn to be my first wife!" Zhang stood up and took deliberate steps toward Ling Xiaoman. "No! Don't come any closer!" Ling Xiaoman instinctively stepped back, each step Zhang took pressing hard against her heart. "Shout louder, shout as much as you can—I'm going to be thrilled. Out here in the countryside, you can count on *no one* coming to save you." Just take off your clothes and cooperate. Maybe I'll spare you. I'll have my mother prepare a wedding for you—she'll bring you home as my wife. But if you resist or struggle, I'll slash you right through, cool and clean. After that, I'll carry your body to the village so all the men there can see you—naked and bare. The fool Zhang, clutching his pig-killing knife, excitedly shouted. Despair surged through Ling Xiaoman's heart. Facing such a near-deranged man, she no longer had the courage to die. Holding the sharp triangular brick, she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and struck it hard against her own head. ... Rural Beauty No. 213, Main Text Chapter 213: The Odd Fool Zhang – Updated!