After reconciliation, abandoned wives and cubs farm the fields

Chapter 3 Unfortunate reminders that don't even deserve a tombstone

He took advantage of the chaos to search for Su Nanzhen's dowry, and there was really nothing in it except clothes and other items.

Duan Silang resolutely stood on Su Nanzhen's side. Under his persuasion, Mrs. Duan could not punish her severely, but only symbolically punished her to face the wall and think about her mistakes.

The anger in her stomach finally vented on Sun Miaoying, and she ordered people to close the door. Mrs. Duan took out a chicken feather broom and beat her more than a dozen times until she lost the strength to give up.

Su Nanzhen counted in the back room, sighed, and tossed Lady Duan a lot, but unexpectedly helped Sun Miaoying. If she hadn't fallen that hard, and hadn't been dragged along the way, maybe there would still be some time now. What about strength?

As far as the eye can see, the position of the dowry is shifted a little, Su Nanzhen's heart skipped a beat, it seems that Duan Silang doesn't believe anyone but himself, a scholar went so far as to search for his wife's dowry.

Fortunately, her mother was not stupid, so she handed everything over to her in no time. Su Nanzhen swore to herself that she didn't want the money anymore, and she only wanted her mother to be safe.

If she had known that her mother had hidden so much private money, she would not have had to marry Duan Silang early to save her mother, but if she could live again, she could no longer be greedy.

Mrs. Duan outside finally found that her hair was messier than a chicken coop. Thinking that she, a scholar, would lose face in front of the villagers, she was so angry that she asked Duan Yuying to beat Sun Miaoying.

As for that vixen Su Nanzhen, there will always be a day when Duan Silang can't protect her. At that time, she can clean up as she wants, and Mrs. Duan stares at the back room with gritted teeth.

Sun Miaoying was beaten twice, Duan Yuying was ashamed, and Mrs. Duan was in a mess. The three of them hated Su Nanzhen by coincidence, and they all thought she was the culprit and a bastard.

But Su Nanzhen didn't care at all, even if she didn't have food at night, it was common for her to go hungry for two meals, but Duan Silang would not let her go hungry.

Seeing Duan Silang winking in front of the window, Su Nanzhen took a moment to walk up to him, "I'm still facing the wall thinking... what's the matter?"

"It's for you, don't let other people find out." Duan Silang stuffed a steamed stuffed bun for her, and then left in a hurry. Many villagers came to Duan's house to help build the kitchen, so he couldn't be found out about his affectionate side.

Su Nanzhen looked at the bun in her hand. She didn't dare to eat what he gave, so she tore off a small piece and fed it to the ants. The ant was not dead, and she caught a glimpse of a thin figure, so she waved at him.

Wang Sandong looked around, pointed at himself, saw Su Nanzhen nodded, and stepped forward hesitantly.

"Here you are." Su Nanzhen gave him the buns, then closed the window, "It's just a reward."

Seeing someone looking at him, Wang San quickly hid the buns and walked away quickly, his heart still beating.

The Wang family doesn't have much presence in Baihua Town, and it's not their turn to do good things. The villagers are the first to think of them when they contribute money and effort. No, he was called to help build the kitchen.

He knows how to do some carpentry, and usually helps others to earn a little money to support his family. Steamed stuffed buns are all extravagant dreams for him. He thought he would be working for nothing today, but he didn't expect to get a steamed stuffed bun.

Wang San worked very hard. The kitchen was built before dark, but it was just an empty shelf to keep out the wind, and the stove was not built. Just like this, Mrs. Duan's heart was bleeding all the time.

It cost Shiro a lot of money to marry a wife. Unexpectedly, the daughter-in-law tore through her purse when she arrived, and no matter how tightly she covered it, the money would still be lost.

Mrs. Duan was so angry that she couldn't eat. In the evening, everyone in the family except Duan Silang drank a small bowl of porridge. As for Su Nanzhen, she was selectively forgotten.

Su Nanzhen didn't care, and kept talking about going back to see her mother.In the early morning of the next day, Lady Duan urged them to leave with a dark face. They had to go early and return early, so as not to delay Shiro's reading.

The things returned to the door were very shabby, and they were offering fruits and three sticks of incense. Mrs. Duan reminded Shiro to remember to ask the Bodhisattva to bless him in high school, so that he could not go to Mingyue Nunnery in vain.

Mrs. Duan was too lazy to hide it, she looked down on Su Nanzhen, and even more on Mrs. Su, but she couldn't resist Shiro and negotiated terms with him before reluctantly agreeing to the marriage.

Along the way, Duan Silang was still looking for various excuses to say good things for his mother, Su Nanzhen perfunctory, not pretending to be worried, "I'll go to see my mother first, it doesn't matter if you slow down."

Su Nanzhen quickly ran away without waiting for Duan Silang to return, but she didn't go to Mingyue Nunnery, but went up the mountain. She planted three ginseng seeds on the mountain, and I don't know if they germinated.

She couldn't afford ginseng, so she bought three ginseng seeds for a penny, and then planted them in a remote place. In her last life, she was afraid of being laughed at by Duan Silang until she died, so she never went to see if the ginseng survived.

Growing up in Mingyue Nunnery, Su Nanzhen traveled deep into the mountains like walking on flat ground, and soon found a place to plant ginseng seeds. Under the dense bushes, three distinctive seedlings were full of greenery. The oval leaves should be ginseng.

She also went to ask the doctor specifically, and the doctor said that it was ginseng seeds. Su Nanzhen smiled. She is good at planting flowers. She never thought that ginseng could be grown. She no longer has to worry about her mother's medical expenses.

The time is almost up, she should go back, and she will come to harvest the ginseng when it grows well. Su Nanzhen walks back quickly, the same road feels different when going back.

Su Nanzhen turned around.

what?
Not smelly, but grassy.

It seems to be a person.

Is the person alive or is she hallucinating?
Pei Songzhi never expected that he would be unlucky enough to be stepped on in the deep mountains and old forests, even if he is unlucky in daily life, doesn't he even deserve a tombstone?
Being chased all the way, he was hit by a sword on his leg. He used the golden cicada trick to get rid of those people. He didn't expect to be able to step on the ground and fall into the valley for the rest of his life. He thought that this was the end of his life. With that little strength, he randomly grabbed some grass and buried himself.

"Hey, I'm still alive." Su Nanzhen brushed away the grass on her face, and took a breath. She thought that sister Lanzhi was already beautiful enough, but she didn't expect this woman to be so beautiful.

Everyone in Mingyue Temple said that they are white, but compared with her, they pale in comparison. Her whiteness is as gentle as jade, crystal clear and flawless. Su Nanzhen stared at the little gullies wrapped in white cloth, He proudly stuck out his chest.

The blood that had already spread under her made Su Nanzhen panic. She died like this in her last life, but she didn't look like she was going to give birth to a child. This disheveled mess and loose hair, could it be...

"Why don't you think about it? Think of it as being bitten by a dog. Only by living well can you get revenge. As for the dog, it's right to be castrated." Su Nanzhen comforted her sympathetically, "If you don't dislike my coarse linen clothes, for you."

Hearing these words, Pei Songzhi was confused, tried to open his eyes, saw that she was about to undress, and quickly pretended to be dead.

(End of this chapter)