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

"Huiling, don't worry. Even if you don't set up the stall, you'll have enough money to last for a few days. There will definitely be a way after these two days." Yang comforted Song Huiling, but her words clearly showed that she herself didn't believe it.

She had no way to get any more money here, so she could only pin her hopes on her son.

When she thought of this, Yang felt distressed. Her son had been away for several days and there was no news from him. She didn't know whether he could be trusted.

Just after the hour of Wei, the three of them arrived at Yuntun Village. Worried that A'mo would be discovered, Yang carried Song Huiling on her back and led A'mo, who was pushing the cart, to take a detour home.

At this time, there is usually no one at Grandma Wu's house. As long as you move quickly and enter the yard and close the door, you can relax and everything will go as smoothly as you imagined.

After a day of running around outside, Song Huiling's clothes were soaked with wetness. As soon as she got home, she went into the house, changed into dry clothes, got into the quilt, and covered herself tightly from head to toe, leaving only her mouth and nose open to breathe.

She was too cold to move. She curled up in bed listening to the clanging sounds outside. She closed her eyes for a long time, but her hands and feet were still cold. The chill ran down her limbs to her forehead. She couldn't fall asleep even if she wanted to take a nap.

After suffering for a long time, a warm and spicy smell entered his nose. Song Huiling lifted the quilt and saw Yang standing by the bed with a bowl in her hand, and steam was coming out of the bowl.

"Hui Ling, drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold first. I will cook dinner tonight." Yang handed over the bowl.

Song Huiling sat up, hugged the quilt, took the ginger soup and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy taste of ginger slices mixed with the sweetness of brown sugar spread on the tip of her tongue, and the soup slid down her throat and straight into her stomach. Her stiff body gradually relaxed, and a warmth gradually surged up from her body.

Her cold and stiff body gradually relaxed. She looked up at Yang and asked, "Where is Ah Mo's child?"

Yang raised her chin slightly and pointed outside the door: "Sitting outside the house and guarding."

Although he couldn't see what was happening outside the room from the bed, Song Huiling still poked his head toward the door: "Why don't you ask him to come in?"

"I can't get him to stop." Yang waved her hands helplessly, "You know this child is very stubborn."

She took the empty bowl from Song Huiling's hand and said, "You stay at home and rest. I'll go buy some groceries and bring you some medicine for the next day or two. We'll take a day off tomorrow and not run the stall."

Song Huiling nodded. You have to have a life to spend the money you earn. It’s nearly Qingming Festival and the weather is not good. Anyway, he made enough money to survive for a few days.

After Yang left, Song Huiling was too lazy to get out of bed. She sat on the bed and called Ah-Mo. Then a head popped into the room. She waved at Ah-Mo and said, "Go back to your room and rest. There's nothing to do right now."

A'Mo shook his head, pointed at her, and then pointed at the threshold. Before Song Huiling could figure out the situation, he walked out of the house and closed the wooden door.

What does that mean? Are you going to stand by the door and watch her sleep?

Feeling tired, Song Huiling didn't bother to care anymore and continued to curl up in the quilt to sleep.

After drinking this bowl of ginger soup, her hands and feet gradually felt warm, and she gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep.

She had a very deep sleep and was awakened by the sound of knocking on the door.

When I sat up, my first reaction was, who is this?

What did the He family do to offend anyone? Why does it keep getting smashed every day?

She was just about to get up, and before her feet touched the ground, a burst of cursing was heard, followed by Yang's begging for mercy.

"Okay, He Zhan is not at home, so you guys are still keeping a gigolo at home, right?"

"Aunt Zhang, it's not like that. Please, can we talk outside and not in the yard?"

Song Huiling didn't bother to put on her shoes properly. She kicked her feet and hurried out of the house.

When I left the house, I saw a woman with broad cheeks, protruding teeth and high cheekbones standing in the yard. Yang was standing beside her, looking submissive.

Ah Mo was standing by the door, with his sleeves rolled up, looking like he was going to beat someone up. Song Huiling quickly pushed him into the room: "Don't rush to do anything. Come on when I tell you to!"

"Mom, who is this? I just thought it was a mad dog that broke into the house." Song Huiling asked Yang, but there was a cold light in his eyes, looking down on the woman with rough eyebrows and evil eyes in the yard.

Being scolded like a dog, the woman was furious. She put one hand on her waist and pointed at Song Huiling with the other hand, looking at Yang fiercely: "If you can't control your daughter-in-law, I will do it for you! Is there anyone who talks to his elders like this?"

Yang repeatedly apologized to the woman, nodding and bowing in a humble manner with a low attitude.

Then he ran to Song Huiling and whispered, "Huiling, stop talking. This is Auntie Sun, Auntie Zhang, the mother of A-Zhan's colleague Sun Huxing. She is a few years older than me."

Song Huiling immediately grasped the key point. If the military rank was higher than He Zhan's, Yang would never use the word "colleague". In this case, this person was at most the same rank as He Zhan. What was there to be afraid of?

"If you talk nicely, I will respect you as my elder. But since ancient times, it is unreasonable to respect a vicious dog as an elder. I will never accept being disciplined by a vicious dog. Who do you think you are? Get out of my He family!" Although Song Huiling would take people's feelings into consideration, she was definitely not a soft persimmon. She would never give face to a scoundrel like Sun Zhang.

Yang put the medicine and vegetables in her hands on the ground, pulled Song Huiling hard, and told her not to go against Sun Zhang too obviously. But Song Huiling ignored her. Even though she was weak, her momentum in confronting Sun Zhang did not diminish at all.

Sun Zhang relied on the fact that her son was a small leader in the army, and was usually arrogant and domineering. No one dared to offend her in person. Song Huiling's words did not contain many dirty words, but she was still so angry that she felt stuck in her chest.

"Aunt Sun, you see, I've always said that the daughter-in-law of the He family has a terrible mouth. No one can get anything good from her. I wish I could tear her mouth apart!" Grandma Wu from next door came into the house at some point and stood beside Sun Zhang, fanning the flames. Song Huiling guessed that she had been standing outside the yard eating melons for a long time.

Both Mrs. Sun Zhang and Grandma Wu cast hostile glances at Song Huiling at the same time, wishing they could find some fault with her to give her a good beating.

But Song Huiling was not afraid at all. She stared at the two people in the yard with a cold gaze and said bluntly: "If you don't leave my house, I will sue you for trespassing! My husband is a general after all, how can he tolerate you insulting his family like this?"

Song Huiling was full of energy, but she almost lost it because of what Yang said next, timidly, close to her ear: "Huiling, Aunt Zhang's son is also a general, let's take it easy."

"We are all officials of the same rank, why should we be afraid of anything!" Song Huiling couldn't help but curse softly. He put his hand on Yang's waist and straightened her back. When he looked at the two people in the yard again, his eyes were still cold. "Why don't you leave? Do you need me to kick you out?"