The master glanced at Tang Suxiang. He hadn't dared to say such harsh words outright, for fear of being beaten. He beat around the bush for a long time before daring to use some vulgar language.

Hearing her sister-in-law's words, Qiao Guilan was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could die.

If word gets out that your family has produced a shameless person who steals other people's good fortune, your son won't be able to find a wife.

Which family would be willing to let her marry into this family?

Who would dare to marry him?

Qiao Guilan anxiously begged the master again, but the master quickly waved his hand and comforted her, saying, "Don't be afraid. Since we have met, it means we are destined to meet. I will definitely save you from this predicament, as long as you listen to me."

"I'm listening, I'm listening," Qiao Guilan nodded repeatedly.

"My method of breaking this curse requires setting up an altar and performing rituals, which will definitely shorten my lifespan. The price is quite high..."

"Master, as long as you save me and my son, I don't care how much money you have."

"Very well then!" the master stroked his beard. "If I don't go to hell, who will?"

More and more villagers gathered around to watch the spectacle, and Tang Suxiang kept spreading the word that the fortune teller said her uncle's daughter was a woman destined to steal other women's good fortune and rob them of their husbands.

They even praised the master for his accurate predictions.

The master said she was a blessed person; her eldest son would become very wealthy, her youngest son would become a high-ranking official, and all her daughters would marry well. She would be able to enjoy the blessings of her children.

Some village women, envious, also asked the master to tell their fortunes.

"Master, can you take a look at my case too?"

"Calculate my number first, I was here first!"

...

-

Song Yinhua was deep in the dense forest behind the mountain, having entered a spatial dimension, where she was harvesting rice under the moonlight.

She was busy and sweating profusely, unaware that she had become the talk of the village about a concubine, with everyone gossiping behind her back about how shameless, immoral, two-timing, stealing men, and what a cheap woman she was.

Some people with extremely outdated ideas resort to vulgar language and curse, using the most offensive and offensive language imaginable.

In particular, Old Mrs. Zhou, who lived next door to Song Yinhua, ran outside Song Yinhua's yard and started cursing, using extremely vicious language.

What kind of prostitute, chicken, mistress, water flower, what kind of person can have a husband, what kind of slut, what kind of person steals another woman's man, what kind of person sucks up her good fortune, what kind of person deserves a bad death.

The insults were extremely vulgar, and some villagers advised the old lady to stop. They said that Song Erzhuang, who lived so close by, had a violent temper and wouldn't let it go after coming home from work.

The old woman was fierce and shrewish. The more the villagers tried to persuade her, the more viciously she cursed them, calling them prostitutes, mistresses, and spewing filth from her mouth. She even dragged Qiao Guilan and Song Caixing into the curses.

Song Caixing was alone at home. Having never seen anything like this before, she was so frightened that she hid in her room, covered her ears, and cried.

The old lady's arrogant and shrewish shouts could be heard from afar.

Qiao Guilan, who was helping to take care of the children at Tang Suxiang's house, also heard it. She lowered her head awkwardly, feeling utterly humiliated in front of her sister-in-law.

She gave birth to a scourge, a white tiger descended to earth. Not only did she and her son Baogen have their fortunes drained away and their lives in danger, but she was also forced into prostitution, doing shady business.

I'm so ashamed, I can't live with myself anymore.

-

The sun is setting.

Song Yinhua started a fire in the space, boiled some spiritual spring water, took a bath, changed her clothes, and then left the space.

The entire back mountain, irrigated by the spirit spring, is lush with vegetation and full of life, as if it has been imbued with a spirit.

The birds flying overhead and the small animals passing through the forest are all growing very well.

The wild rabbit hopped and skipped nimbly, disappearing into the grass in the blink of an eye.

A deer ran past, then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The wild fruits on the back mountain have become sweet and delicious, and the wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere are growing vigorously.

Leaving the depths of the mountains, many villagers were digging for wild vegetables, searching for herbs, and picking wild fruits, carrying baskets on their backs.

The surrounding area of ​​fruits and wild vegetables had been almost completely harvested by villagers from the surrounding villages.

Many villagers will take the wild fruits and vegetables they pick to the market to sell for money.

These villagers only pick wild fruits and find wild vegetables and herbs on the edge of the back mountain, and they don't go deep into the dense forest, as it's easy to get lost.

Someone had gone deep into the back mountains before, and by the time several nearby villages organized a large number of people to find him, it was already several days later, and he was almost dying. He is still recovering at home.

Every time Song Yinhua ventured deep into the back mountains, she followed her intuition and never got lost.

As if protected by some force, she was able to travel safely and smoothly through every corner of the back mountain.

The jade pendant inside her clothes emanated a warmth, and Song Yinhua raised her hand to her chest, feeling the warmth emanating from the jade pendant.

Is it this jade pendant protecting her?!

-

Song Yinhua carried a basket of wild vegetables and fruits back to the village, and along the way she felt that the villagers were looking at her strangely.

Aunt Song was sitting in her yard shelling soybeans with her eldest daughter-in-law when she saw Song Yinhua passing by and greeted her politely.

"Yinhua, you went to the market again? What's in your basket? It looks quite heavy."

"I went to the back mountain to pick some wild fruits and vegetables."

"I heard the wild fruits growing on the back hill this year are very sweet. Honeysuckle, have you tried it? How does it taste?"

Song Yinhua casually picked up a few green apples and handed them to her third aunt, saying, "I think they taste good. I'll give you a few to try."

"That's so kind of you." Aunt Song smiled, put down the edamame, took a few fruits, and took a bite. "They're sweet! The fruits from the back hill are so sweet!"

Just as Song Yinhua was about to leave, Aunt Song asked her daughter-in-law to go inside and grab a handful of fruit candies to give to Song Yinhua.

"My second son is getting married next month. I just bought these fruit candies. Take some home and try them. They're really sweet," Aunt Song said warmly. "Yinhua, don't take what others say to heart. Fortune telling is all a scam."

"Huh?" Song Yinhua was stunned, not knowing what her aunt Song San meant.

"you do not know?"

"Know what?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Aunt Song stuffed the fruit candy into Song Yinhua's hand, chatted for a few words, and watched Song Yinhua leave.

As soon as Song Yinhua left, Song San's eldest daughter-in-law whispered, "Mom, why are you still talking to her? The fortune teller said she's shameless and will steal other people's men..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Aunt Song interrupted her eldest daughter-in-law. "Fortune telling is all a scam. You're not allowed to go out and talk about it anymore, so as to avoid trouble! When everyone else comes back, tell them not to go out and talk about these things."

"It was her own aunt who spread the word everywhere in the village."

"That has nothing to do with our family. It's only been a few days since Tang Suxiang apologized on the radio. Let's not cause any trouble and just live our own lives behind closed doors."

Song Yinhua had already walked far away, so she naturally didn't hear what the neighboring mother and daughter-in-law were saying behind her.

She walked for a few minutes with her basket on her back, and was almost at her home when suddenly a scoop of manure was poured at her feet.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and dodged in time, but the excrement still splashed onto her black cloth shoes and trouser legs.

"It's silver flower. My hand slipped and I didn't notice," said neighbor Zhou Xiaojiu with a grin.

Some vegetables were growing outside the neighbor's yard, connecting to the road.

It's normal to accidentally get splashed with manure water while watering plants.

Song Yinhua thought it was really an accident and didn't take it seriously. She politely said a few words and went home.

Just then, the old woman's cursing came from the neighbor's yard.

They used all sorts of vile insults, calling her a prostitute, a slut, and seducing people.

Song Yinhua subconsciously turned her head and saw Zhou Xiaojiu's over sixty-year-old mother standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at her with a sinister gaze and spewing foul language.

It sounds like she's cursing some wicked woman in the village for seducing her son.

The old lady looked at everyone with a sinister gaze.

He's always criticizing everyone and everything.

Song Yinhua assumed the old lady was scolding someone else, so she didn't pay any attention.

As soon as she entered her own courtyard, she looked up and saw her mother, Qiao Guilan, sitting in a chair at the table, looking at her with a cold face as if she were an enemy.