It was already evening, and most of the vendors in the market had packed up and left.

Song Yinhua searched around and remembered that there was a place selling goat milk nearby.

The owner would lead the goat to the market every day, and he would milk it fresh for anyone who wanted to buy goat milk.

A normal bowl for eating costs one cent.

Song Yinhua looked around but couldn't find anyone to buy goat milk. It was probably too late, and they had already gone home. She would have to come back to the market tomorrow to buy it.

Song Yinhua was riding her bicycle home when she saw someone walking ahead of her, holding a whip in one hand and leading a dairy goat in the other.

"uncle!"

Song Yinhua pedaled her bicycle twice and rode over.

"Grandpa, do you still have goat milk?"

"Yes, yes!" The old man replied happily when someone asked about goat milk. "Young lady, you want to buy goat milk? My milk is freshly squeezed, it's all pure goat milk, never diluted with water."

"Two bowls, please." Song Yinhua took out a clean little bottle. "Pour it into this bottle. If it's not full, have another bowl."

The old man was overjoyed and quickly took out a bowl to start milking the goat, carefully pouring the bowl of goat milk into a bottle.

A drop of goat milk dripped down the side of the bottle. The old man wiped the bottle with his hand, then put the drop of goat milk in his mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop.

Three bowls of goat milk filled one bottle.

"One mao per bowl, three mao in total," the old man finally quoted the price.

Song Yinhua paid the money, rode her bicycle back to the village, entered her new house, and only entered the space after closing the door tightly.

She boiled the goat milk and sterilized the eye drop bottle and syringe with spring water.

Then, fill an eye drop bottle with goat milk mixed with spring water and feed it to the little black dog.

The little black puppy, whose eyes were still closed, still wouldn't eat, so she had to use a syringe to draw in goat milk and feed it to the puppy little by little.

The little black dog ate only a bite, then she coiled the dry straw into a small nest and let the puppy sleep inside.

When I got home after finishing my work, the whole family had already eaten dinner.

Song Caixing asked her where she had been and why she was only coming back so late.

Song Yinhua gave a few perfunctory replies.

"Big sister, did you go on a blind date?" Song Caixing asked with a hint of gossip. "Mom said last night that the guy your third sister introduced you to is coming over in the next couple of days. Did you meet him?"

Song Yinhua tapped Song Caixing on the forehead. "What are you thinking? I told Mom this morning that I'm not seeing this person, and I'm never getting married in this life."

“What girl doesn’t get married?” Song Caixing rubbed her forehead. “During dinner, I heard Mom and Dad say that she talked to Third Sister again at noon. The guy she introduced to you will be coming over in the next couple of days. Mom and Dad both think that Third Sister’s introduction is reliable and will definitely work out.”

Song Yinhua smiled helplessly and went inside to wash up.

"Big sister, what are you laughing at?" Song Caixing followed her inside. "You're happy, aren't you? The guy your third sister introduced you to is definitely reliable. Now let's see who in the village dares to laugh at you for not being able to get married!"

As if suddenly remembering something, Song Caixing asked worriedly, "Eldest sister, if your great-uncle and aunt find out about this, will they try to sabotage and frame you again?"

"I haven't even agreed yet, and you're already thinking so far ahead." Song Yinhua fetched water and began to wash up.

"Big sister, why won't you agree? Third sister introduced it, it's such a good deal!"

...

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After washing up, Song Yinhua poured the water from her foot bath into the yard.

"Yinhua!" Someone called her softly at the courtyard gate.

Song Yinhua walked over. "Han Zhiyuan? What brings you here again?"

Han Zhiyuan glanced around furtively, making sure Song Yinhua's parents hadn't followed her out and that there was no one else around. Then, as if betrayed, he questioned, "I heard you're going on a blind date? Is it with your third sister's classmate's cousin?"

"What's it to you?"

"How could you go on a blind date with someone else?" Han Zhiyuan said angrily. "You used to love me so much, why did you go with someone else?"

"What are you talking about?" Song Yinhua asked, bewildered. "Are we that close?"

Han Zhiyuan almost blurted out that she had been married to him for forty years in her past life, that she was his wife, and that going on blind dates with other people was cheating on him!

"Aren't we close enough already?" Han Zhiyuan changed his tune. "We've been on blind dates for over a month now, and you've even interfered in my family's affairs. The only thing missing for us to get married is to settle down!"

What business is it of yours?

"You sent my eldest child to Song Laowu's house, isn't that my family's business?"

"You've reminded me of something. How did your eldest child end up at my house? Your mother is telling everyone in the village that I brought your eldest child here. What does that mean?"

"My mom really likes you as her daughter-in-law, that's why she said those things. You should understand her feelings. As children, it's our duty to be filial to our parents!"

"Why should I be considerate of your mother's feelings? Did you and your mother deliberately send your son here? Did you think you could use him to evoke my sympathy, and then I'd soften my heart and agree to help you clean up your mess?"

"Don't say such nasty things!"

Han Zhiyuan discovered that Song Yinhua's words had become increasingly unpleasant over the years.

How come he never noticed in his past life that she was so emotionally scarred, spoke so harshly, and never gave anyone any face?

He thought about it and realized that people from the countryside, with little education and low manners, were so bad at speaking.

How could a grown man like him argue with a woman over such trivial matters?

"I want to be with you because I like you," Han Zhiyuan explained.

"You like me?" Song Yinhua asked, amused. "You like me because I'm strong? You like me because I can work? You like me..."

"Why are you bringing this up again?" Han Zhiyuan's impression of Song Yinhua was getting worse and worse. If he hadn't really had no other choice, he really wouldn't want to waste his breath on her.

It's her good fortune that he took a liking to her.

Why is she so ungrateful for her blessings?

"If you come with me, you won't have to worry about anything. I can guarantee you that I will become rich in the future, and you will definitely not regret coming with me."

"You're so outstanding, I'm not good enough for you. Please stop bothering me. It's my freedom to go on blind dates with whomever I want to go and marry. If you keep pestering me, I'll really get angry."

Song Yinhua turned to leave, but Han Zhiyuan hurriedly grabbed her.

"Yinhua, don't go, what do you want me to do for you to agree..." Before Han Zhiyuan could finish speaking, he was hit on the head with the foot basin in Song Yinhua's hand.

"Han Zhiyuan, I'll say it one last time: I have no interest in you, and there will never be a future between us. No matter what tricks you try, it won't work!"

After saying that, Song Yinhua left.

"Song Yinhua, you'll regret this! Once I'm rich, you'll regret it!" Han Zhiyuan was angry when Song Yinhua hit him on the head with a foot basin.

Song Yinhua didn't even turn her head, which infuriated Han Zhiyuan.

He's already been so humble, and she's still acting all high and mighty. All she did was have her own mother scold her a couple of times in town.

I never expected her to hold a grudge like that.

Concubine's fate, vixen—aren't these all rumors and slanders spread behind her back by her own relatives?

Her own mother had only heard about it from an old lady next door; why was she so vengeful?

Women are just petty and vain.

She's always eyeing the money in a man's hands.