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

After all the odds and ends were put away, Song Huiling came back and hung the wooden barrel on the handle of the cart, and Yang pushed the cart and set off.

It was already late, and after returning home and unloading her things, Yang still had to go to Qingyuan County to buy food.

Fortunately, she had already talked to the shop owner yesterday and today the ingredients would be prepared for her according to yesterday's quantities. She just had to arrive before the city gates were closed.

Song Huiling didn't walk fast. He had to rest for a while after walking for a cup of tea.

During the second break, she vaguely felt that someone was following her. Looking back, she saw nothing unusual except that the lush grass on both sides of the road were swaying in the wind.

Having just experienced being harassed by a lecher today, Song Huiling became nervous at the slightest sign of trouble. She did not rest at this moment, but stood up, took Yang and left.

Yang noticed that she looked nervous and asked what happened. Song Huiling just replied that she wanted to get home as soon as possible to rest.

After walking for most of the way, Yang gradually realized something was wrong and whispered in Song Huiling's ear that it seemed like someone was following them.

Song Huiling's face changed. If she was the only one who felt this way, it would be understandable, but since Yang also said so, there must be a real problem.

When they were about to pass a bend, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quickened their pace and walked over, then stopped, parked the cart on the side of the road, and one of them took a "weapon" from the cart.

Song Huiling held the casserole in her hand and Yang held the long spoon. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law just stood there, listening attentively, ready to act when the opportunity arises.

After a while, the sound of broken branches of trees being stepped on was heard. Song Huiling turned his head and looked at Yang. After exchanging glances, both of them raised the "weapons" in their hands a little higher.

Song Huiling counted silently in her heart. The sound of footsteps was getting closer. She gritted her teeth, raised the pot, and smashed it ruthlessly the moment a figure came into her sight.

But when she saw the face of the person coming clearly, she screamed and took back the pot. Unfortunately, she was unable to stop Yang in time, and the long iron spoon hit the person's forehead.

I'm sorry! Song Huiling repented in his heart and turned his head away, unable to bear to watch any more.

"Child, why is it you?" Yang's voice sounded with guilt and fear.

When Song Huiling turned around again, he saw that the young man had a big swelling on his forehead, which was caused by being hit by an iron spoon.

Yang was so scared that she dropped the iron spoon, and came over to check the boy's injuries. She said softly, "Child, does it hurt? Auntie didn't mean it. I thought it was a bad guy."

After being hit so hard with a spoon, even a pig would have arched its back to bite, but the boy just frowned and held his forehead without saying a word.

"Little brother, what a coincidence, we are going the same way. May I ask where you are going?" Song Huiling opened his mouth to try to ease the suffocating embarrassment, but the other party still refused to talk.

Yang suddenly pulled her aside and whispered, "Hui Ling, does he think the copper coins he gave are too little? How about we give him more?"

It's not that Song Huiling is stingy, it's just that the stall has just started, and there are many places to spend money at home. Even if he stays in a hotel, two hundred copper coins will be enough to last for several days, which is really a lot.

Thinking that he was her savior, Song Huiling gritted her teeth and, after discussing with Yang, only kept the silver needed to buy food for today, and gave the rest to the young man.

The mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law were like thieves, one was responsible for covering up and the other was responsible for counting the money.

After collecting four taels of silver, Song Huiling put it into a purse and walked over to hand it to the young man: "Little brother, there are four taels of silver in the purse. This is all our belongings. If you take it, don't follow us anymore, okay?"

After deducting the cost of today's ingredients, they still had two taels and six cents in their hands, which was yesterday's profit. However, it was at home and they didn't have it with them. If the boy was still not satisfied, she would have no choice but to knock him out and run away.

Fortunately, after the boy took the purse, he only stood there for a moment and then disappeared from their sight.

Song Huiling breathed a sigh of relief. It is easier to get things done if you have money.

Walking the rest of the way back, she and Yang no longer felt the strange feeling of being followed.

After returning home, Song Huiling went to sleep and rest again, while Yang went to the city to buy food.

However, Song Huiling did not sleep well today. She got up without waiting for Yang to come back and wake her up.

She took a long stick from the yard, went back into the house, lay down under the bed, and used the stick to pull out the innermost cloth bag from under the bed.

She dusted off the dust, opened the bag, poured the copper coins inside onto the table, counted them one by one and put them into the bag. After making sure there were a total of two taels and six cents, she tied the bag again.

Just as she was about to throw the money back under the bed, she suddenly remembered that there was a secret compartment on the wall of Yang's room, so she walked over and hid the money.

Coming out of the west room, thinking that Yang would be back soon, she went to the kitchen to steam the rice first.

Just as I put the rice into the steamer, I heard the sound of a door being broken.

Song Huiling thought to herself that maybe He Zhan had returned, as he was the only one who would be so uncultured when coming in. She quickly put the lid on the steamer and walked out of the kitchen.

As a result, she was almost scared to death when she saw this. Yang dragged someone into the yard in a hurry, and then closed the door and bolted it.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Song Huiling asked her with eyes wide open, still not fully recovered.

Yang put her index finger to her lips and walked quickly to her side while shushing, "That kid is following us again!"

Song Huiling looked forward, looking at the familiar face, and nodded numbly: "Mom, I'm not blind, so what are you doing?"

Yang looked up at the sky, covered her chest and exhaled heavily, then looked at Song Huiling again: "It was a close call, the child had been standing at the door of our house, if I hadn't pushed him in in time, he would have been seen by Grandma Wu next door."

Song Huiling felt a mouthful of blood coming up, and he covered his chest tightly, gritting his teeth and looking at Yang, too angry to speak.

Even if the young man stood outside the yard and was seen by others, it wouldn't be a big deal. But if Yang dragged him into the house, and then others saw a strange man walking out of the He family, that would be a big deal!

Song Huiling was too tired to complain. She just wanted to solve this big problem as soon as possible. She pulled Yang away and said, "I'll go guard outside the courtyard. You listen to me. When I knock on the gate, you open the door immediately and get the child out."

Yang's messy brain finally came to her senses. She clapped her hands and almost wanted to slap herself to death. What had she just done?

The young boy stood in the yard in a daze, not moving an inch. He only followed Yang when she pulled him, like a puppet being manipulated by others.

Yang dragged the young man to stand against the wall next to the gate. Song Huiling took a deep breath, removed the bolt, and opened the gate.

"Yunniang, has your family bought things again?" As soon as I opened the door, the face of Grandma Wu next door with a calculating look suddenly appeared in front of me.

Song Huiling frowned, slammed the door expressionlessly, then turned around and winked at Yang frantically.