Time Travel Female Queen, Legend of Medicine Saint

When Jiang Youqian woke up the next day, everything was settled.

The evil deeds of his wife Jiang Mengchen were completely exposed, and the entire village was immersed in anger and disappointment towards her.

Jiang Youqian sat blankly by the bed, his eyes full of confusion and regret.

He knew full well that he and his wife were cleverly used by Jiang Qingchen and became accomplices in the murder of Jiang Mengchen.

And now, he was expelled from the village by the patriarch for destroying Jiang Mengchen's first sinking pond.

The villagers looked at him with contempt and disdain, and their eyes pierced his heart like sharp knives, making him feel that he had nowhere to hide.

Jiang Youqian was walking on the path outside the village in despair. He knelt in front of her grave and cried in pain: "My wife, we have been tricked by Jiang Qingchen again."

His voice was hoarse and sad, "I will not let this woman go."

Jiang Qingchen felt so relieved after the two time bombs, Jiang Mengchen and Jiang Youqian, disappeared from the village.

Without those calculations and conspiracies, she could finally live her own life in peace and contentment.

When she was in a good mood, she always had a smile on her lips, and her whole body looked radiant. "Jiang Lang, tomorrow Wangcai and I will go see if there are any white foxes. We can shoot a few to make fur coats and scarves." Okay, I'll send it to Lang's mother then, and maybe she'll be willing to let you come to her door."

As she spoke, she packed up the things she would use for hunting. Her tone was as light as if the white fox was in her bag, waiting for her to take it when she went to the mountains.

Everyone in the village knew that Jiang Yuan's wife had always been unwilling to deal with them. But what can be done?

After all, we are all from the same village, and we see each other every day without looking up. We can't let outsiders laugh at the disharmony in the family.

The atmosphere in Jiang Yuan's wife's family was a bit dull. The mother-in-law was not happy that her son was not upholding his moral integrity. It was embarrassing enough to abandon her husband, but she also married a second time. A noble son from Yuan's wife's family became the husband of others.

Thinking about this kind of thing makes people feel heartbroken, and Jiang Yuan's family members also feel that they have lost face. It feels that Jiang Fugui has embarrassed Jiang Yuan's family.

Other men could go to their parents' house during the holidays, but Jiang Fugui had no place to go. It was impossible not to be sad, but he never complained to Jiang Qingchen.

The wife said, just live your own life behind closed doors. If you talk to others and you can't stop them, just don't listen.

Jiang Fugui hid all his worries deep in his heart. However, Jiang Qingchen, who was extremely smart, had already noticed his inner activities.

For the happiness of the two of them, she must work hard to repair the relationship between Jiang Fugui and her mother's family.

At three o'clock in the morning the next day, before dawn, Jiang Fugui got up early and started making pancakes.

He skillfully kneaded wheat flour into dough, skillfully rolled it into thin slices, and cooked it on an iron frying pan.

"My wife, hunting in the mountains is dangerous, so be careful and bring these pancakes with you."

He handed over the hot pancakes with concern, his eyes full of worry.

Jiang Qingchen gratefully took the pancake and carefully tied it with a cloth bag diagonally on his back. He smiled slightly and said, "You are alone at home and are worried about your wife. Why don't you go to the cave to stay?"

Jiang Fugui felt warm in his heart. He knew that this was her concern and worry.

However, he couldn't hide out of fear. After Jiang Mengchen poisoned the vegetable field last time, all the vegetables were pulled out and he had to cultivate the vegetable field again.

There are no decent clothes or quilts at home, so we need to buy them quickly. These are things that men should worry about.

Now that you have a home, it should look like home.

"It's okay!" Jiang Fugui shook his head, his eyes firm, "You can't hide in a cave for a lifetime. Women hunt outside and men take care of the family. This is what they should do. If others like to gossip, let them do it. I won't pay attention. They are."

Jiang Qingchen nodded silently, full of respect for this man in his heart. His determination and bravery gave her endless strength and confidence.

He is right. The more you hide, the more enthusiastic others will talk about you. If you hang around in front of them every day, after a long time, they will get tired of talking.

Jiang Fugui's eyes roamed every corner of the house, looking for vegetable seeds.

However, despite his exhaustion, he still found nothing.

He stopped and stared silently at the two pheasants on the ground.

These two pheasants were originally food left for him by Jiang Qingchen. It would take several days for her to come back from the deep mountains.

Jiang Fugui sighed, knowing in his heart how important this pheasant was to him.

However, he decided to take it to the market in exchange for some vegetable seeds.

Today happened to be market day, and he hoped to exchange the pheasant for some seeds so that he could plant them as soon as possible.

If there are no vegetables in the vegetable field, how will we live in the future?

He held the pheasant's wings tightly, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

He knew that when he stepped out, he might attract criticism and discrimination from others, but he had no other choice.

He was prepared to endure the glares and cynicism from others. Taking the pheasants to the market to exchange for seeds today was already a big decision for him.

Jiang Fugui walked towards the market with heavy steps. Although the street is narrow, it is crowded with all kinds of people.

They put out some leftover food at home or some handicrafts they made, waiting for others to exchange or buy them.

When he approached these stalls, he clearly felt that the people around him were looking at him strangely. Their eyes are full of discrimination, disdain and indifference.

He tried to stay calm and kept scanning the items on the stall. Finally, he saw a piece of cotton laid out by an old man.

"You, a second-married man, are really unlucky. Go away, go away, and don't touch my bad luck." Old Man Bu's words pierced Jiang Fugui's heart like a knife.

His eyes were full of contempt and disgust, as if Jiang Fugui was the most humble existence in the world.

The people around him also cast sarcastic glances. Their laughter and taunts echoed in Jiang Fugui's ears, making him feel ashamed.

He held the pheasant in his hand tightly, his heart full of helplessness and pain. He asked several houses in succession, but no one was willing to trade with him.

What should I do? Let's go back first. Others won't eat such good game, so he eats it himself. He comforted himself and ran home with the pheasant.

On the hillside road home, Jiang Fugui suddenly discovered a piece of delicate white cloth hanging in the grass on the roadside.

The texture of this piece of cloth is completely different from the surrounding coarse cloth. It obviously does not belong to ordinary people in this remote mountain village.

He approached curiously and carefully picked up the scrap of cloth. The moment he touched it, he felt a faint smell of blood.

Taking a closer look, the cloth was still stained with blood. His heart tightened, and an inexplicable tension filled his nerves.