He Zhan has always been reluctant to argue with others, but when he heard others say that Song Huiling was a sickly person and was about to die, he felt unhappy for a moment.

His face darkened and when he was about to say something, Song Huiling pulled him back.

He Zhan turned around and saw Song Huiling chuckled and shook her head at him, with a look of relief on her face, as if she was not bothered by what others said about her.

Song Huiling felt that she could handle the verbal battles with others on her own without the help of He Zhan.

But almost half of the people in Yuntun Village are here. If they start a quarrel with the villagers today, how will they live in the future?

Song Huiling will have to stay here for a long time. She doesn't ask these people to help her much, but only hopes that they don't make things difficult for her behind her back.

It is necessary to greet them politely and modestly. Besides, they were just talking and didn't do anything. Can she still lose a piece of flesh because of their harmless words?

She stood on the ridge of the field, raised her voice, and said in a calm and generous manner, "Aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters, I am Madam He Zhan, you can just call me Xiao Song. I caught a cold some time ago and have been recuperating at home. I haven't met you all properly, which is my fault. I am very happy to see so many aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters today. We are all from the same village, so we will see each other every day. Please take care of me in the future. I would like to thank all the villagers here."

Most of the villagers were just watching the show and had no bad intentions.

Seeing that Song Huiling was well-behaved and had a sweet mouth, he naturally had a deep first impression of her.

The woman who had just called her a sickly woman felt bad for a moment.

She was a straightforward person, and she apologized to Song Huiling immediately: "Xiao Song, just treat what your aunt said just now as fart, just forget it, don't take it to heart."

Song Huiling immediately waved her hand and said cheerfully, "Oh, it's not a big deal. I feel bad because of what your aunt said."

At this time, she took the opportunity to drag Ah Mo in front of everyone and said, "By the way, I have to introduce him to you all. This is Ah Mo. He was rescued by my husband when he was on a mission. The child's family was killed by bandits. He witnessed the death of his family and was so traumatized that he couldn't even speak. My mother felt sorry for him and felt that the He family was small, so she decided to adopt him as her adopted son. This child is pitiful. I would like to ask all the kind-hearted elders and villagers to take care of him in the future."

Song Huiling immediately patted Ah Mo on the shoulder and said, "Why don't you say hello to your aunts, uncles, brothers and sisters?"

A'mo couldn't speak, he just bent down slightly and bowed to everyone.

The woman who had just apologized to Song Huiling slapped herself in the face: "This child's life story is so pitiful. I just said that he was dumb. I am such a piece of shit!"

This little episode won Song Huiling the favor of everyone and also made everyone feel more sympathetic towards A'mo.

At the junction of a certain inconspicuous paddy field, a woman pulled Grandma Wu and whispered, "Didn't you say that the young lady of the He family was a wild girl who was unreasonable and arrogant? I think people don't say the same as you do."

Granny Wu didn't take it seriously. She looked at the three people on the ridge from a distance and spat, "Bah! Who doesn't know how to put on airs and save face in public? I'm her neighbor, don't I know better than you? You little bitch, one day you'll have to be punished!"

The woman looked embarrassed, laughed awkwardly a few times without saying anything, and walked back to the center of her field to fetch water.

It is obvious that Grandma Wu looks like the unreasonable person.

Song Huiling chatted happily with everyone, as if she was not a young lady from an official family who had lived in the capital for a long time, but a girl who was born and raised in Yuntun Village, without any trace of nobility or arrogance.

He Zhan secretly glanced at Song Huiling and formed another impression of her: she was of noble descent but not arrogant, modest and not conceited, and indeed likable.

In a paddy field, a man popped up and waved in their direction. Song Huiling looked and saw that he was a thin young man who seemed to be about the same age as He Zhan.

The three of them walked along the ridge of the field.

In this paddy field, besides this young man, there was also a man with a relatively honest face and two women.

He Zhan introduced them one by one. Carpenter Zheng had three sons in total. The eldest son was a garrison soldier, but was transferred to the next county. The two men working in the fields were his second and third sons, and the two women were their wives.

The one with a simple and honest look is the second son Zheng Quanchuan, and the thin and young one is the third son Zheng Quanshui.

The other two women had tanned skin and wrinkled faces due to years of hard work, but their facial features were regular and their eyes were clear and bright. They looked easy-going and kind.

Because they were slightly older than He Zhan, Song Huiling politely called them brother and sister-in-law.

Zheng Quanshui glanced at Song Huiling and joked to He Zhan, "You've been hiding your wife at home for so long, and today you're finally willing to bring her out?"

At this time, Zheng Quanshui's wife, Zheng Li, glared at her husband and said, "You are a grown man, but you keep talking nonsense. I said that you were recuperating at home some time ago."

Zheng Quanshui was scolded by his wife. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "My wife is right!"

Song Huiling raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly. Zheng Quanshui was still a henpecked husband, and Zheng Li had found a reliable husband. She was not like her, who was dominated by her husband and had to do business secretly.

Zheng Quanchuan, the second brother of the Zheng family, was a dull person who was not good at making jokes. He asked seriously, "Brother He, you came to the field to find us on purpose. Is there something important?"

He Zhan made his intention clear, and Zheng Wangshi, the second daughter-in-law of the Zheng family, immediately urged Zheng Quanchuan, "Dad, you and my third brother should go and help Brother He. My third brother and his wife will take care of the fields."

Zheng Quanchuan and Zheng Quanshui waded out of the paddy field, walked to the ridge of the field, stretched out their feet, picked up their straw sandals and put them on.

Song Huiling was a little surprised. He Zhan was taciturn and had a cold personality, but he could make such enthusiastic friends as the Zheng family, and they got along well with each other. Otherwise, they would not have readily agreed to help him when he asked for help.

"I am really sorry to trouble you, brothers and sisters-in-law. When you are free, you must come to the He family. I will cook a big meal myself to thank you. You have to come!" Social etiquette requires give and take, so Song Huiling made an enthusiastic invitation on the spot.

Neither of the two couples in the Zheng family thought that helping to carry the tree was a big deal. Seeing that Song Huiling was so polite, they both smiled and agreed.

A group of people walked along the ridge of the field towards the foot of the mountain.

He Zhan hadn't seen the Zheng family for quite some time. On the way, he suddenly asked about Carpenter Zheng's situation: "Why didn't I see Uncle Zheng today?"

When mentioning this matter, the two brothers of the Zheng family both shook their heads and sighed.

Zheng Quanshui said with a sad face: "Hey, brother, my father's matter is a long story..."

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