The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 873: Golden Silk Soft Armor

"Left Big Brother, you're playing favorites! You prepared gifts for Tang YaZi and forgot about me?"

She smiled and teased.

Zuo Junmo smirked and said to Yang Ruqing, "How could I? You called me big brother, so as your big brother, I have to prepare something for you!"

“Really?” she exclaimed.

"Well then, let me see what kind of self-defense weapon you've got for me!"

“I also want weapons with mechanisms, to kill a whole bunch of people, that’s the real deal…"

Seeing her gesticulating wildly, Zuo Junmo was completely exasperated.

This girl, isn't she a little too violent?

Was that air of refinement she had when I first met her all an act?

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But, wasn't that her true self?

Well, that's pretty good.

"Girls shouldn't be involved in fighting and killing, I got you something practical instead."

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Left Junmo said.

"Qing'er, look here."

This is not a sentence, it looks like the start of a paragraph tag.

Yang Ruqing skipped excitedly, her eyes following Left Junmo's finger.

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Only to see his long fingers lightly press on a small protrusion inside the wooden box.

There is a mechanism inside the wooden box.

As soon as he pressed it, another secret compartment slid out from underneath.

The moment the drawer was pulled out, a flash of brilliant light shot past.

She unconsciously narrowed her eyes, then opened them again.

Upon seeing the contents of the drawer, I was astonished.

Even as a spy, she was momentarily stunned by what lay before her.

“Left Big Brother, what’s this?” she pointed at the shiny, golden thing inside and asked.

Luofeng Tang also turned his gaze over.

He had never seen this thing before.

However, judging by the color, it should be made of gold, valuable!

Here, Zuo Junmo smiled at Yang Ruocheng: "Ruocheng, why don't you guess?"

Yang Ruqing then reached out and took the contents out, shaking them open.

A waistcoat.

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It is flexible and can shrink and stretch according to the wearer's body changes.

Some vital parts of the chest and back are all wrapped up within it.

Her fingers traced the fine yet sturdy gold threads running across it.

A flash of insight, and a word popped into my mind: "Golden Soft Tortoise Shell Armor?"

Zuo Junmo snapped his fingers. "Smart girl!"

“It’s really golden soft armor!”

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Yang Ruqing gazed at the little waistcoat in her hand, this time she was truly excited.

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Back when she was a spy, she wore countless custom-made bulletproof vests.

To be honest, modern high-tech bulletproof vests are more practical than a suit of golden armor.

Both cold and hot weapons can be resisted.

In this regard, the golden armor is not as effective as modern bulletproof vests.

But—

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The Chinese three-banded pangolin is famous!

In the movie, it's everywhere.

Huang Rong had one thing.

Once I thought this was just a figment of my imagination, but now that I'm seeing it with my own eyes, I can't believe it's real.

This gold-plated piece is so cool to wear!

Of course, you'll still need to put on some clothes outside.

Otherwise, before the person even enters the quarry, they've already set up a shining golden target for the other party.

“Left Big Brother, you’re really wealthy, aren't you? How much silver would it take to craft this little vest?”

She led Jin Jia, gesturing to herself as she walked and muttered disapprovingly.

"Looking at how you usually dress yourself in simple and unassuming attire,啧啧... this is true understated luxury..."

Zuo Junmo chuckled softly: “If Qing’er likes it, then please accept this golden armor as well!”

Hearing this, two people on the side simultaneously raised their heads.

One is a follower of Zuo Junmo.

One is Luo Fengtang.

A slight trace of melancholy crossed Luofengtang's smile.

A scrutinizing gaze fell upon Zu Junmo.

From yesterday's table of spicy dishes, to today's piece of golden silk soft-shelled turtle shell...

Looking again, Zuo Junmo gazed at Qing'er with...

As a man, Luofeng Tang seemed to understand something.

He couldn't help but cast his gaze on Yang Ruqing, and the golden armor she held in her hand.

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Facing Mu Zichuan, there was never a sense of crisis like this. Now, it surged forth like a flood.

But, he couldn't stop anything.

Master Zuo sent such a valuable thing, it was for Qinger's safety.

As Qing'er's future husband, he unhesitatingly chose her safety over his own affair!

To avoid spoiling Qinger's mood for receiving gifts, Luofeng Tang turned her face away.

The fallen eyelashes concealed the flicker of sadness in her eyes. She lowered her gaze, pretending to examine the crossbow.

His ears were attentive, closely listening to the slightest movements around the table.

When Yang Ruqing heard that Zuo Junmo was going to give Jin Jia to her, she was surprised.

The next moment, she shook her head without thinking.

“Let me wear it tonight, and I'll be so happy! But if you want to gift it to me, then I can't accept it!”

"Why not? Give me a reason." Left Junmo asked.

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"It's too precious! I can't accept it!" she replied honestly.

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Zuo Junmo smiled again, looking at her with a gentle expression: "For you to call me Big Brother, I'll give you a golden armor. It's worth it."

Yang Ruqing also smiled, tilting her head and asking him: "If that's the case, calling brother can get a golden armor. Does Zuo Yinchun, Miss Zuo, also have one?"

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Left Junmo shook his head. "Just this one thing."

Yang Ruoheng then shook her head like a tambourine.

Then I absolutely cannot accept it.

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“According to the customs of our Changping Village, between people of opposite sexes, besides being siblings, they cannot give each other clothes as gifts.”

She said seriously.

"Why?" Zuo Junmo asked.

Luò Fēng Táng's ears also perked up.

Have you heard of this custom? I haven't.

It is said that it is customary not to give shoes or socks as gifts, isn't it?

There's no such rule about clothes!

No more, let's hear what Qing’er has to say. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

At the table, Yang Ruqing looked serious as she explained something to Zuo Junmo.

"Where we come from, only couples in love or those engaged can exchange clothes, hats, shoes and socks."

"Otherwise, it's the younger generation showing respect to their elders."

"Other relationships, even if they are very good friends of the opposite sex, can't. This is a rule set by our ancestors."

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Seeing her speak with such conviction, Zuo Junmo was half-believing and half-doubting.

He glanced at Luofeng Tang over there, smiled a little awkwardly, and explained: "Really? Ten miles are different customs. I was presumptuous."

Luofeng Tang now wore a carefree smile: “Ignorance is no sin, Left Estate Master need not blame yourself.”

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“I'm grateful on behalf of my daughter, Qing'er, for the kindness shown by Master Zuo. Thank you, thank you!”

Luo Fengtang once again cupped his hands together towards Zuo Junmo, speaking with conviction.

Zuo Junmo nodded and said no more.

"Qing'er, Feng Tang, you two rest first. I have something to attend to, and will come see you later tonight!"

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Left Junmo said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, Yang Ruoqing also smiled and waved at him.

Zuo Junmo left the inn and came to the busy street outside.

Only then did he stop his hurried steps and let out a sigh of relief.

Previously, it was really awkward.

When she presented her fiancé with a gold armor, he didn't know what he wanted!

He didn't originally intend to give it away, he just wanted to lend it to her to wear for a while.

As if by some supernatural force...

Could I have offended her with my abruptness? Would she feel repulsed by me?

And, is that custom really true?

Is it still Qing'er's excuse?

He was uncertain, but his heart beat with even greater anxiety.