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

He Zhan's expression was stern: "Brother Zheng San, please tell me what happened to Uncle Zheng. I will help you if I can."

Zheng Quanchuan said in a low voice, "Although this incident didn't kill my father, it was very frustrating. A few days ago, my father was invited to help out at a relative's house and accidentally broke his leg. The relative was afraid that my family would rely on them, so not only did they not treat my father in time, they also threw him out. My father struggled to crawl home, and on the way he met a kind-hearted person who carried him back, but they missed the opportunity, so his leg is now useless!"

"How can there be such a shameless person!" Song Huiling was furious, his eyes spitting fire, "We should go to his house and make a scene, turn his house upside down, chop off the hands and feet of the shameless man, and then take out his useless black heart and chop it up and feed it to the dogs, and see if he dares to do such a conscienceless thing in the future!"

The two brothers of the Zheng family were originally sad, but when they heard Song Huiling's words, they forgot their sadness for a moment and turned to look at her.

Zheng Quanchuan hesitated and said, "Sister-in-law, you look delicate and weak, but I never thought you are so fierce in your bones."

Song Huiling expressed some regret and said, "It's a pity that I don't have a fierce body, otherwise I would have beaten those who provoke me to their knees and scream for their mothers. Talking is not as satisfying as fighting. A few punches will make me feel happy!"

He Zhan's eyelids twitched slightly. For some reason, he had a vague feeling that he was also the person that Song Huiling wanted to beat until he knelt down and cried for his mother.

"It seems that my sister-in-law is a person who hates evil." Zheng Quanshui took over the conversation and then sighed, "But taking action will only satisfy her for a short time. My relative is a difficult one and will definitely blame our family. We are all honest people and we can't beat him even if we throw a tantrum."

Of course Song Huiling knew this was the truth. It was so frustrating to have to deal with a villain. It was clearly the other party's fault, but once you started the fight first, there would be no point in explaining yourself.

"Second brother Zheng, third brother Zheng, if they dare to come to your house, you can come to the He family to call me. I don't have any other skills, but when it comes to throwing tantrums and rolling around, I put my hands on my waist and they don't know what an opponent is!" Song Huiling said excitedly, and rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to fight someone the next moment.

When she started a tea plantation business in her previous life, she had encountered many ruffians and was no longer surprised by them.

He Zhan felt his head buzzing. He raised his hand and grabbed Song Huiling's shoulder: "You can't even withstand a punch from someone. What can you use to fight with others?"

Song Huiling winked at him and said, "Don't we have you and Ah Mo? You will be responsible for being my guardians, staying by my side and protecting me."

He Zhan burst out laughing for a moment. Who said she didn't have the aura of a government lady? She was quite good at using him and A'mo as her thugs.

Zheng Quanchuan sighed, "Sister-in-law, you don't know that my brothers and I wanted to seek justice, but my father wouldn't allow it. He said that after all, we are relatives, and it's not good to tear each other apart. At most, we will visit each other less in the future. As sons, we dare not disobey our father's words."

Song Huiling remained silent this time. After all, it was someone else's family affair and the parties involved chose to swallow their anger. As an outsider, she had no right to make comments.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, He Zhan put the two bundles of hemp ropes slung across his body, as well as the carp saw and hatchet hanging around his waist into the backpack, and then handed them to A'mo very smoothly.

Being treated like a younger brother, A'mo was naturally unhappy and remained cold and unmoved.

He Zhan stuffed it directly into his arms: "Take it, I want to carry my wife on my back."

When he heard that he was going to carry Song Huiling, A'mo took the backpack.

He still understood the differences between men and women. Although he hated his damn nephew, he was Hui Ling's husband, and it was reasonable for a husband to carry his wife on his back.

"Do you want me to carry you on my back again?" Song Huiling panicked and took several steps back. She couldn't afford to lose face in front of the Zheng brothers.

He Zhan's eyes darkened and he urged, "Be more conscious and don't let me do it."

Song Huiling was really stupid. If she didn't want to recite it, would He Zhan force her?

She glanced to the side and saw the two Zheng brothers looking at her and He Zhan while trying to hold back their laughter.

Song Huiling lowered her head slightly and said, "Husband, let's not go. It would be embarrassing if my second and third brothers saw me. Besides, I still have to pick herbs for my mother."

He Zhan sneered: "I'm your man, what's there to be embarrassed about? There are plenty of herbs on the mountain, it won't be too late for you to go up and pick them."

Song Huiling's face turned red. How could He Zhan, this soldier, speak so bluntly in front of outsiders?

He Zhan glanced at the Zheng brothers and said, "Please forgive me, my wife has not fully recovered yet and cannot be moved."

The two Zheng brothers could hardly hold back the smiles on their faces.

Zheng Quanshui looked at He Zhan with an ambiguous look in his eyes: "I understand. A man should love his wife."

As they were talking, Song Huiling still couldn't get away from He Zhan, and was forcibly carried on his back.

At this time, Zheng Quanshui came back to the topic again and said happily, "I just didn't expect that Brother He always said that women are troublesome. Even if he died, he would never marry an ancestor to worship. But now he doesn't mind the trouble. The way he treats his precious daughter-in-law is even more exaggerated than worshipping an ancestor."

He Zhan's face darkened and he glanced at Zheng Quanshui: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

A'Mo was unhappy. If he didn't speak, people would think he was dumb. His nephew He Zhan was such a fool!

It is often rainy in spring, so even though it has cleared up in the past two days, the mountains are still wet. If you accidentally step on the wet and slippery mud on the hillside, you may fall directly off the slope.

He Zhan was walking at the end, carrying Song Huiling on his back, and he walked steadily.

But after walking for a while, Song Huiling cried out in surprise: "Oh, my hair is caught on a thorn!"

He Zhan stopped immediately. Song Huiling grabbed the root of the hair that was hung by the thorn with one hand and the middle with the other hand, and slowly pulled it off the thorny branch.

A lock of long hair hung down and fluttered in the air, making her look like a mad woman. Song Huiling twisted the lock of hair back into her bun, and with both hands, she patted He Zhan's back with great force, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault! I told you to walk by yourself, and there are so many hairy grasses and thorny branches on the mountain, and it's hard for me to dodge with you carrying me like this."

Hearing this, He Zhan put her down, took off his coat and handed it to her.

Song Huiling raised his head and looked at him: "What does this mean?"

He Zhan grabbed the clothes with both hands, threw them up into the air, and threw them behind Song Huiling to cover her head: "Just cover your head with the clothes."

"I've already told you I can walk by myself." Song Huiling grabbed the clothes and tried to pull them off.

He Zhan suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Cover it up. The mountain road is not easy to walk on. Save your energy for going down the mountain. I will have to carry the tree later and won't be able to take care of you."

Song Huiling stretched out his other hand and tugged at the clothes again, but not much, leaving only the head exposed.

A pair of bright eyes were tinged with a sly smile, and he suddenly leaned close to He Zhan's ear and said softly: "You are not worshipped as an ancestor, but raised as a fairy."