A bowl of Meng Po soup

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The expression on her face became more and more frustrated as she got closer to home, regardless of what expressions she saw in the village, she knelt down straight when she saw Mrs. Bai when she entered the door and cried out repeatedly: "Mother, please help father-in-law, and I beg You help her old man."

Bai quickly closed the courtyard door, dragged Duan Mu into the house, and then closed the door tightly again, before sternly yelling: "Why are you crying? You don't feel ashamed, but me and your father feel ashamed? What did he do? The county lord never helped us when he was a child, and now he still dreams of us helping him? Look at what you look like, write a letter of divorce and sever ties with their Gu family."

Duan Mu suppressed her tears, looked up at her mother, recalled what she had decided, and felt a bit of real grief in her heart. She looked at Bai's face seriously, and turned her eyes away after a while Dad, his lips were murmured and he never spoke.

"What do you look at, write a divorce letter quickly, there are fake couples in name only, and don't want them to pay us anything from the Gu family, hurry up and get quiet."

Bai looked at her silent daughter, afraid that the white-eyed wolf would have the same thoughts as that woman. Right now, she just wanted to write a divorce letter and drive that woman out of Duan's house, and she didn't want to have anything to do with it.

"Father, mother, my son is not filial. He has already been named by the Yang family. In a few days, he will be driven out like his father-in-law. I don't want to implicate you. There will never be a place for the Gu family in Bianhe County again." Now, we have no other way to live, we just ask our parents to give us a penny for the sake of old love, so that we won’t starve to death on the road.”

Duan Mu didn't know how real the tears she was rolling down were, but at least the heartache was not fake. She knew that she would never see her parents again in the rest of her life, even though she was still a little bit reluctant, even though she felt that she was cruel , but thinking of the past life, she dared not let Qing Zhi go back to Duan's house.

After dark, Duan Mucai walked out of Huaishu Village. She took out the ten coins from Mrs. Bai from her bosom, raised her hand and threw it backwards, and left without looking back.

Back then, Qingzhi gave so much dowry, at least hundreds of taels, but now her mother only gave so many buns, as if she was really sending beggars away, and she took the last bit of warmth and reluctance with her. Sent away.

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In the next week, the students in July decided to change the day, la la la~

In addition: Thanks to the students for their support and scoring during this time, and Gan Luo, who worked hard to catch bugs, thank you~~

Chapter 48 The Fourth Bowl of Soup

In March, the warblers are flying and the grass is growing. Early in the morning, I saw two carriages on the official road, one behind the other, away from Bianhe County.

"My husband is reluctant"?

The voice came from the carriage behind, Gu Qingzhi looked at the lonely man and couldn't help but ask, in conscience, if it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to leave his hometown and his family like this, so even if mother-in-law She has an unpleasant personality, but she is Duan Mu's mother after all!

Looking at the worried person, Duan Mu chuckled lightly, and said loudly: "Qing Zhi, don't worry, to tell you the truth, I have never held much weight in my mother's heart, besides, I know what I'm doing, and I also know what I want. What, so don't think too much, our family will live a good life in the future."

The expression of the person in front of him did not seem to be fake, Gu Qingzhi was relieved, and a smile appeared on his face, then he reached out and shook Duan Mu's hands and said softly: "Of course, you have no weight in anyone's heart now. , because all your weight is with me now."

Hearing this, Duan Mu clenched his fingers, smiled and nodded in response: "Since that's the case, please take care of Madam in the future."

While looking at each other and smiling, there is no need to say some things, both of them already understand each other in their hearts, and there will be me (you) for the rest of my life.

Half a year later, Duan's family appeared outside the prison in Bianhe County. Duan Xinwu was finally released after serving his sentence, and he was carried out of the prison without breathing. sad.

However, these have nothing to do with Duan Mu. She, who is far away in Xiangnan Prefecture, has already started a new life.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, Granny Meng, dressed in black gauze, was holding bowls of soup without raising her head, and lonely souls drank the soup to forget their past and step into a new cycle of reincarnation.After a long time, she froze for a moment, closed her eyes as if reluctance, and flipped through the pictures in her mind.

When it was quiet by the bridge, she leisurely started a new stove and cooked a bowl of soup. As soon as it was finished, the soup bowl floated into the air and was caught by a pair of hands.

"Go, don't be confused again, and don't let your lover down."

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This story is a little short, for Mrs. Bai...

Hey, everyone has a hurdle in their hearts, but I, even if it's a dream, can't bear it... I can only run away, run away cowardly...

Chapter 49 The Fifth Bowl of Soup

For thousands of years, all those who enter the Tao have to go through foundation building, fusion, Jindan, Yuanying, and finally crossing the catastrophe!

There are two types of people who have the qualifications to enter Taoism. Those with outstanding qualifications enter the Dao of Swords as a sword cultivator, and those with mediocre qualifications enter the Dao of Medicine as a pharmacist. The two complement each other, but there are always accidents in everything.

Not every pharmacist is willing to be a foil for sword cultivators. Apart from acquiring the ability to protect themselves, very few pharmacists put aside the protection of sword cultivators and open up a new way out, which is to be a poison master. Unfortunately, this The road is getting narrower and narrower, and now there are no poison masters in the world.

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