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

Song Huiling suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up.

When I looked up, I saw a barefoot and shirtless boy standing in front of the stall.

He just stood there quietly, his thin back straight, without saying a word or making any aggressive movements, but Yang pointed a long soup spoon at him and shouted at him to step back with trembling lips.

It’s no wonder that Yang was afraid and had a subconscious stress reaction. Song Huiling was frightened just by looking at her.

The boy was tall and looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. He had a shaved head and wore an earring on his left ear. His face was covered in blood and his features could not be seen clearly. He had a pair of sharp black eyes, like a little wolf, full of wildness and vigilance, with an astonishingly fierce look in his eyes.

Song Huiling hurried out of the pavilion. Yang heard the noise and turned to look at him: "Huiling, don't come out!"

Then he turned back and continued to point at the boy with his long spoon, "You, where are you from? Looking at your appearance, are you from the Miao tribe nearby? Do you know who I am?"

After three questions, the boy showed no intention of answering. He walked around the stall and went straight to a large protruding rock. He curled up and lay on the grass, completely hiding his body behind the rock. From a distance, one would have no idea that there was a person hiding there.

Yang's eyes followed the boy's figure, and she never put down the soup spoon she held high.

Song Huiling walked over and took the spoon from Yang: "Mom, it's okay."

Yang looked frightened and lowered her voice to ask, "Hui Ling, why don't we just close the stall and go home now?"

She originally thought that if she encountered trouble among her fellow tribesmen, she would try to be friendly with them, but when she really encountered it, they didn't even say a word to her.

Song Huiling took a quick look around and found that there was still half a jar of both fillings left. If he took them back and left them overnight, they would definitely not taste as good as they do today.

She gently patted Yang's shoulder and soothed her, "That kid is a bit fierce, but he doesn't look malicious. Let's just sell our soup cakes and don't provoke him."

Yang thought about it and it made sense. When you go out, you will always meet all kinds of people. As long as they are not hostile, it's fine.

After such a commotion, Song Huiling had no mood to rest. He heated up the Chinese medicine, drank it, and sat in front of the stall to continue making soup cakes with Yang.

After an hour and a half, the young man was as dead as ever, and no sound could be heard.

Song Huiling ignored it and didn't even look at it. Being too kind can sometimes hurt yourself.

After all the fillings have been kneaded, there are still more than 30 soup cakes left in the basket. If one or two more diners come, I can close the stall for the day.

Yang began to pack up her things and took a basin of empty bowls to the stream to rinse them. Song Huiling stayed by the stall.

After a cup of tea, a man dressed as a scholar came to the stall. After asking the price, he asked Song Huiling to make him a bowl of tea.

Song Huiling opened the wooden lid on the casserole and just put the soup cake in when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

She frowned and looked up. The man had come to her side. His face was obviously handsome, but there was a lustful light in his eyes: "Young lady, your delicate hands are white and delicate, how can you use them to do such rough work? Let me do it for you."

Song Huiling grabbed the soup spoon with his free hand and was about to scoop hot water from the pot to pour over the scoundrel to death.

But Lecher saw through her intention, grabbed her hand holding the soup spoon, and dragged her to the side.

Song Huiling was powerless to resist, the soup spoon fell to the ground, and half of her body was dragged on the ground. She shouted anxiously: "Mom, help--"

Before she could even shout "Help", the man suddenly pressed her to the ground, bent his knees to hold down her legs, covered her mouth with one hand, and held her wrists tightly with the other hand.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. I just want to find a quiet place to say a few sweet words to you." The man's disgusting face enlarged in front of him.

Song Huiling struggled hard but could not move. Only whimpering cries for help came out from the man's palm.

She closed her eyes in despair and let the man cover her mouth and drag her away, silently repeating words to comfort herself.

Just treat it as being bitten by a dog. She doesn't believe that this man will not relax. When she finds the opportunity, she will kill him!

Song Huiling was dragged away by the man. Suddenly, she saw the strange young man who appeared in the sun stand up from behind the rock and walk towards her with big strides.

The man obviously didn't expect that there was someone else here. He was instantly frightened and let go of Song Huiling.

Song Huiling fell to the ground, holding his chest and coughing.

The young man walked over without saying a word, but his eyes were filled with even more ferocity. He suddenly grabbed the man's collar and pulled him up from the ground.

Song Huiling was so shocked that she forgot to cough. Although they both looked thin, this strange boy was so strong.

He drew out the short curved knife from his waist, and without blinking, he slashed the scoundrel's face with the knife, leaving a bloody cut. Then he loosened his grip and threw the scoundrel out fiercely.

Song Huiling's eyes widened and she covered her exaggeratedly open mouth with her hands.

She heard a man's shrill wail in her ears, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

The young man put away his scimitar. The man was afraid of the strong and bullied the weak. When he met a ruthless man who was willing to lick blood on the tip of his knife, he dared not pursue the matter of his disfigurement and fled away in a hurry.

After the man ran a few steps away, Song Huiling suddenly stretched out her hand: "Wait, don't go yet!"

Saving lives is the most important thing, no man will stop obediently.

But the young man suddenly took a step forward, and his body was as nimble as a wild wolf in the mountains, and he ran forward and caught the man back.

The young man grabbed the man's shoulders forcibly and made him kneel in front of Song Huiling.

Song Huiling swallowed his saliva and whispered, "The soup cake has been put into the pot to cook, but this person hasn't paid yet."

The young man had an expressionless face and stretched out a hand in front of the man with his palm facing upwards.

The man howled in pain, rolled his eyes, took out ten copper coins from his pocket and put them in the boy's hand.

The young man clasped his palms together and handed the copper coin to Song Huiling.

Song Huiling accepted it awkwardly, stood up from the ground, lifted the right side of her skirt slightly, raised her leg towards the man's bloody face, and kicked him hard: "Look at you with this ugly face, how dare you tease girls in the future?"

She wasn't strong enough, but this kick still knocked the man to the ground.

After being humiliated repeatedly, the man had no choice but to swallow his pride and flee.

After the man left, the young man stared at Song Huiling with sharp and scrutinizing eyes.

But Song Huiling no longer had any fear or trepidation towards this strange and fierce young man. Instead, he bowed to him very seriously and said, "Thank you."

Yang arrived at this time and shouted from a distance: "Did you, you damn child, bully my daughter-in-law?"

Yang heard the noise by the stream and ran over quickly. She hadn't even put down her sleeves yet, her hands were still wet. She hurried forward and pushed the boy away: "Whose family in the tribe are you from? Do you know who I am?"