It was said that he was discovered this morning. When Zhang got up, she saw her husband lying on the bed with his eyes and mouth crooked, unable to speak.

The old house quickly called a doctor, who diagnosed that it wouldn't be fatal, but the person would likely be unable to take care of themselves in the future.

For a time, the whole family cried their hearts out.

Chen, who lived next door, scoffed, "It's all retribution. He squandered so much of the family's money; he deserved it."

But after her initial schadenfreude, Chen could no longer laugh.

Li Guixiang came to ask for money.

Madam Chen is a tight-lipped woman; once something is in her pocket, you can forget about getting it back.

Li Guixiang threw a tantrum in the courtyard, but Chen didn't even open the door. She just shouted from inside that she had no money and would wait for Song Sanhai to come back.

In ancient times, filial impiety was the most taboo subject, as it would bring shame and gossip. However, Chen was brought back from a brothel by Song Sanhai, and she cared least about her reputation. As long as she lived a good life, others could only envy her.

Seeing that Chen was ruthless, Li Guixiang had no choice but to go to her eldest son.

This time, Li Guixiang's attitude was quite good, and Song Ning didn't make things difficult for her. After all, she was still Song Dahai's mother in name only, and logically, a son who had separated from his family should give his parents money to support them every month.

Now that Song Erhai is disabled, they can't really let Li Guixiang starve to death, otherwise their family will probably not be able to survive in this village. It's unreasonable to let the old mother starve to death when there's no son to live on.

Some families rejoiced while others grieved. The commotion at the Song family's house did nothing to disrupt the lively atmosphere of the village.

The village chief found two villagers who used to work in kilns, and they were busy firing the kiln today, with many people going over to help.

A group of people gathered together, their faces showing a rare excitement.

Many young people and children have never seen a kiln before and are extremely curious.

This was a big event in the village, and a group of people were reluctant to leave even for a moment.

However, firing the kiln couldn't be done in a short time, and the village chief had driven all the people around back home.

When the kiln was to be opened the next day, a large crowd gathered around it.

The two experienced craftsmen extinguished the fire and waited for it to cool down.

People craned their necks to look inside, eager to see what it would look like after it was cooked.

Zhou Ling'an was also there, and he curiously peeked inside from beside his father.

Before it was too late, the village chief turned to his son and said, "Go and call Er Ya here."

Zhou Ling'an was taken aback, thinking he had misheard: "Dad, what did you say?"

"I want you to call Er Ya over. This idea came from her, so we need to let her take a look."

Zhou Ling'an didn't move. The village chief clicked his tongue and said, "What are you standing there for? Aren't you going?"

Zhou Ling'an glanced at Song Dahai not far away and was unhappy. Song Er Ya's father was right there, so why did he have to go?

Although his father has been praising Song Erya at home lately, saying that Song Erya is smart and capable and is the best girl in the village, he still feels that this is not the Song Erya he knows.

He got goosebumps all over when he thought about how Song Erya used to be.

Zhou Ling'an asked in a low voice, "Dad, can we not go?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she received a look of disdain from her own father: "Just go when I tell you to. You're just getting in the way."

Zhou Ling'an is good at studying, but he's really not good at doing manual labor.

Zhou Ling'an wanted to say something, but his father glared at him and stopped him.

"Village chief, why don't I go instead?" Song Dahai came over to help.

Just as Zhou Ling'an was about to agree, the village chief spoke up: "No, let him go today."

Zhou Ling'an swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and then resignedly went to ask Song Erya for help.

The village chief had his own thoughts. He knew about Er Ya and his son's past relationship and thought the girl was really improper.

His son didn't have this idea, and his wife, Yu, was so angry about it that she gritted her teeth. So he didn't interfere, and in the end, it didn't end up being very unpleasant.

However, Song Erya has recently made a lot of contributions to Nanshan Village, so the relationship has eased a bit and it will be easier to talk when they meet in the future.

Besides, if their family could really marry a daughter-in-law like Song Erya, it would be a blessing from their ancestors.

Not long after Song Ning returned from delivering goods, she ate something with her two children when she heard someone calling her from outside.

Upon exiting the door and seeing who it was, Song Ning was stunned.

The sun must have risen in the west today, Zhou Ling'an actually came to find her on his own initiative?

Since the last time he went up the mountain, Song Ning had never seen Zhou Ling'an again, nor had he inquired about him.

Zhou Ling'an was also taken aback; after nearly half a month apart, he barely recognized Song Erya.

She seems to have gotten fairer, her clothes are clean, and her big eyes are bright and sparkling; she's actually quite pretty...

"Um... is there something you need?" Song Ning asked.

Zhou Ling'an snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said, "The kiln firing over there is almost done. My father asked me to come and call you over to take a look."

Actually, Song Ning didn't know much about kiln firing, but she couldn't refuse the village chief's request.

"Okay, then tell the village chief I'll be there in a bit."

Zhou Ling'an didn't move, then suddenly said, "How about... we go together?"

Song Ning: ?

Ling'an is really carefree this week. Has he forgotten how Song Erya used to pester him so quickly? Isn't he afraid she'll come back to haunt him?

He's lucky he ran into her. If it were the old Song Er Ya, wouldn't they have already slept together by the time she stepped through this door today?

After all, she is a mature modern woman at heart and has no interest in a kid like Zhou Ling'an.

"Alright, let's go together then."

Song Ning walked with Zhou Ling'an in a very generous manner, and it was a rare sight for passersby to see such a harmonious scene.

The names Song Erya and Zhou Ling'an haven't been put together for a long time.

People at the kiln saw Song Erya and Zhou Ling'an walking over from afar, and they actually looked quite well-matched.

"You know what, ever since Er Ya changed, she and the Zhou family boy look much better together."

The village chief naturally heard this and was overjoyed, but Song Dahai remained indifferent.

Ever since Er Ya broke her head, she has lost all interest in Zhou Ling'an. Song Dahai felt that if things were to turn out the way they were before, such a life would be worse than death.

Song Ning, unaware of what the two were thinking, walked over and stood aside, waiting for the kiln to be opened.

The tiles didn't need to cool for long after they were fired; the two old men, seeing that the time was almost up, began to work.

The tiles were dark gray and somewhat rough on the surface, certainly not comparable to modern tiles, but as long as they didn't leak, they were usable.

After receiving the tiles, the village chief first asked Song Ning for his opinion: "What do you think?"

"It should be fine, as long as the seepage is slow. However, you should still clean it before use to avoid water contamination."

The village chief nodded solemnly.

After that, there was nothing more for her to do, so Song Ning prepared to go back.

No sooner had she turned around than the village chief said, "Ling'an, go and see Er Ya off."

Song Ning's lips twitched slightly: ...This is absolutely terrifying.