After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling found a good location for setting up the stall at Turing Pass, ten miles away from Yuntun Village. It was the only way to reach Qingyuan County. The original owner and his grandfather's family also passed through there when they were exiled to Qianzhong.

Turing Pass is quite special. In Dayan, there is a post station every thirty miles on the official road. Turing Pass is exactly thirty miles away from the previous post station, so a post station should be set up there as well. However, there are several large indigenous tribes distributed around Turing Pass. The indigenous people and the garrison troops do not get along well, and looting and smashing of the post stations are common. Even many post station chiefs and soldiers have lost their lives. Gradually, no one is willing to work there, and the post station at Turing Pass has been abandoned.

After traveling thirty miles, people on the road would just want to find a place to rest, fill their stomachs, and drink some tea before continuing on their way. However, the Turing Pass Post Station was gone. Those who had dry food and water on them could still make it to Qingyuan County, but those who were unlucky and had finished their dry food on the way, and had no place to rest when they arrived at Turing Pass, were really complaining bitterly.

Where there is demand, there is business. Business-minded people in the surrounding area bring some tea and snacks to Turing Pass every day and can make a lot of money in a day.

However, there are not many vendors doing business in Turing Pass. Firstly, most of the people passing through Turing Pass are Han people. The surrounding natives already hate the Han people because the garrison troops have seized their fertile land and will never do business with them. Secondly, Turing Pass is a gray area where no one is in charge. On the surface, it is under the control of the garrison troops, but due to repeated riots by the natives, the garrison troops have almost no control over this place. The people dare not go to places where the garrison troops cannot reach, and only a few brave Han people dare to set up stalls there.

As the saying goes, fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Song Huiling and these vendors share the same idea: the brave will die of overeating, while the timid will die of starvation. If she doesn't take a chance, given the current situation of the He family, she will struggle to make ends meet for the rest of her life.

He Zhan was a little moved by Yang's persuasion, but when he heard about the location of Song Huiling's stall, he refused to comply with her no matter what. He got very angry and spoke in a heavier tone: "Turing Pass is a mixed crowd, and the locals are even more fierce and brutal. You are so weak and barely have some looks, just like a fat lamb, you would rather kill yourself than give yourself to me. If you are..."

The rest of the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them. He Zhan looked Song Huiling up and down. Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which made people feel pity for her for no reason. He said it was too light. With her beautiful appearance, a single look from her could make ordinary men lose their souls. How could he feel comfortable with her showing up in a place like that? When he thought of what might happen, the murderous rage in his body began to clamor.

"I understand." Song Huiling lowered her head and responded weakly. From being full of confidence at the beginning to being hit hard, the depressed expression on her face was almost despair. She took it for granted.

In order to strengthen her physique, Song Huiling would practice a set of Ba Duan Jin after dinner to help digest the food, and then do some aerobic exercise. But today she had no interest in doing so. After dinner and taking her medicine, she went to bed early.

As soon as she got into bed, she curled up into a ball, pulled the quilt over her head, and cried silently. The deep feeling of powerlessness continued to erode her limbs and bones, almost hollowing out her heart and body.

She cried for the fate of ancient women, and even more for herself now.

In her previous life, she was born under the red flag. Not only could she work hard for her career, she also had the right to freely fall in love and marry. But once she traveled through time to ancient times, not only was her marriage controlled by others, but even setting up a small stall faced many obstacles and she could not take the first step.

He Zhan was worried, so he followed her into the house. It was already dark, and there was no light in the house, so it was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly. The only sound he could hear was the occasional sobbing sound from someone who was crying so hard and couldn't catch his breath, and he could sense Song Huiling's presence.

His heart tightened inexplicably and he followed the sound to the bedside, not knowing how to comfort them. The local people around Turing Pass were a serious matter and could not be suppressed. Once they were forcibly suppressed, Qianzhong would be in chaos.

He Zhan stretched out his hand, wanting to hold Song Huiling in his arms to comfort her, but his hand stayed in the air for a moment before he retracted it.

In the darkness, he stared at the vaguely curled-up figure on the bed with a scorching gaze, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "You don't need to worry about the silver. Wait for me for another five days, and I will bring back fifty taels of silver and hand it to you. By then, you can buy whatever you want to eat to satisfy your craving."

Song Huiling did not respond. If she had been born in ancient times and been taught to put the husband first, she would have been moved to tears after hearing He Zhan's assurance. However, there was a modern soul living in this body. No matter how good her relationship with her husband was, she never wanted to live dependent on a man. A woman must be able to make money on her own to have confidence.

Besides, she didn't want to say anything to He Zhan. He was so poor himself, yet he was still promising her good things. His words reminded her of a joke on the Internet in her previous life.

A man says to a woman, "I will support you." How? He picks up garbage to support her. Although He Zhan will achieve great things in the future, become a high-ranking official, and enjoy wealth and honor, at present, he is no different from picking up garbage to support her.

Although he had agreed to take a day off, Ke He Zhan rushed back to Qingyuan County overnight. He wanted to ask the captain for permission to go to Wohuzhai to eliminate the bandits. Wohuzhai was the only way for escorting the convoy from Qianzhong to Shu. The escort team was often intercepted by bandits who robbed them of their money and killed them. So they asked for help from the garrison troops stationed there. The garrison troops sent out bandit-suppression teams more than once, but Wohuzhai had a steep terrain and was easy to defend but difficult to attack. All the teams sent out were wiped out. The army offered a reward of fifty taels of silver to capture the heads of the bandits, but no one dared to risk their lives for the fifty taels of silver.

He Zhan felt that he had a rough life and would not die even if he suffered some torture, but Song Huiling was not someone who could endure hardship, and he did not want her to live a miserable life just because she followed him.

It was another sunny day. The honeycomb coal in the yard had dried up, but Song Huiling's crying heart was still lingering. She returned to her half-dead state. She was better than the original owner in that she ate when she was supposed to, took medicine when she was supposed to, and her life went on as usual, like a walking corpse.

Yang was extremely anxious, seeing her daughter-in-law finally showing some signs of life, but within a few days, she became lifeless again.

At night, Song Huiling still finished her meal and took her medicine, then climbed into bed early to rest. Her depression could not be driven away so quickly. She had to digest it carefully before thinking about how to break the situation.

Yang put the dried honeycomb coal into the woodshed. Looking at the round black things stacked in rows in the corner, she picked one up at random, walked into the kitchen, threw it into the stove fire that had not yet burned out, and sat aside waiting slowly.

The honeycomb coal was ignited, and the black bottom was gradually burned into a fiery yellow color. Flames spewed out from multiple holes, forming clusters of jumping flames. Yang suddenly had an idea in his mind, and an idea seemed to be ignited by the flames, and it burned more and more vigorously like the honeycomb coal.

She suddenly ran out of the kitchen, rushed into the east room, and shouted to Song Huiling in the dark: "Huiling, let's go to the stall tomorrow!"