Lucky Knows How to Care

In the countryside, when people have conflicts, it's rare for them to go to the magistrate. Most of the time, it's all about which family has more men and stronger fists—those are the ones who rule the village.

Lucky puffed out his chest, standing tall and sturdy in front of Helen Parker, towering over her by a whole head. He waved his fist and declared, "Whoever bullies my wife, I'll beat them up!"

Helen Parker trembled and quickly took a few steps back. "Why would I hit her? I'm Lily's aunt, you know!"

The village women watching the spectacle burst into laughter. "Oh my, look at you, so scared!"

Helen Parker didn't dare touch Lily Evans, so she could only scold the villagers. "If you're so tough, go ahead and fight! What does a fool know? He doesn't know his own strength—he might hit someone too hard and kill them. What would I do then?"

Helen Parker didn’t dare provoke Lily Evans while Lucky was protecting her, so she hurriedly yanked May Parker to her feet. May’s face was covered in dirt, and she was so angry that her eyes brimmed with tears. "Lily Evans, what's so great about marrying a fool? Look at you—what man outside would ever want you!"

Lily Evans sneered, "May Parker, is there anything in your head besides men? You can't go a minute without talking about men—are you that desperate? I’m telling you, Auntie, you’d better hurry up and find your daughter a husband. She’s so obsessed she’s about to lose her mind. If you don’t find her one soon, who knows what disgraceful thing she’ll do next…"

May Parker was left speechless. Normally, she’d have beaten Lily Evans up, but with Lucky protecting her—even Helen Parker didn’t dare touch Lily. May could only gnash her teeth in frustration, powerless to do anything.

"Helen Parker, stop fussing—your bucket is floating away!" a village woman reminded.

Helen looked over and saw that the bucket she’d brought had somehow drifted into the river, carried far away by the current.

Helen saw the bucket really was gone—just in a blink, it had disappeared down the river. Losing the bucket meant she’d get scolded by her mother-in-law again. How unlucky could she get!

"Oh, you heartless thing, why didn’t you say anything sooner? You let my bucket float away on purpose, didn’t you!" Helen Parker grew more and more furious, lashing out wildly.

"Helen Parker, watch your mouth! Who’s heartless, huh? You lost your own bucket and now you’re blaming others!" The village woman wasn’t one to be messed with and snapped right back.

Everyone watched Helen Parker and her daughter make fools of themselves. Even with her thick skin, Helen couldn’t stay any longer. Muttering about bad luck, she hurriedly dragged May Parker home before they embarrassed themselves further.

Seeing the two of them leave, Lily Evans got ready to take off her shoes and fetch water from the river.

Lucky saw her and immediately squatted down. He took off her shoes, rolled up her pant legs, and smiled, "Wife, let me help you!"

Lily Evans was a little surprised. She hadn’t expected Lucky to be so considerate. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Lucky."

Lucky grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Wife, you’re the best!"

Lily Evans felt a warmth in her heart. Maybe Lucky was simple-minded, but he was genuinely kind and attentive—far better than most men.

Lily Evans and Lucky worked together, drawing water from the river. The village women glanced over, envy flickering in their eyes.

Someone sighed, "Who would’ve thought that a fool could be so good at taking care of people. Lily Evans really hit the jackpot with her marriage."

Another woman chimed in, "If only my husband were half as considerate. All he does is bark orders all day. Compared to Lucky, he’s useless!"

Lily Evans laughed, feeling content. Maybe marrying Lucky wasn’t such a bad thing after all.