"Stop, stop, stop. You're getting more and more ridiculous." Du Jiang quickly raised his hand to stop the sweet girl from getting closer. "No matter what temple or master you are, I've already made it very clear. I'm really not a matchmaker. Besides, there are many people in the world who look alike. You'd better keep looking for that one."

After saying that, Du Jiang ran out in a hurry, fearing that if he was late, he would be pestered by the sweet girl again.

"Matchmaker~"

Hearing Tianniu's call from behind, Du Jiang ran out without stopping, and only slowed down when he returned to the educated youth point.

Because the morning's incident involved the married Chen Xiaozhen, everyone at the educated youth site was there at the time, even Huo Yang, who had already moved out, was called back. Qian Meili was just about to call Du Jiang when she saw Du Jiang running in hurriedly.

Before Du Jiang could calm down, Qian Meili pulled Du Jiang into the main room, still at the end, but this time Qian Meili did not sit with Chen Xiaozhen, but sat with Du Jiang on the long bench at the end.

As for Chen Xiaozhen, she stayed on the bench in front and accepted everyone's gaze.

Although Huo Yang was sitting in the first seat, he was as silent as ever. After looking at Chen Xiaozhen, who had her head down and showed no emotion, he turned to look at Xu Zhizhou and said, "My grandma went to the mountains. I'm a little worried. If you need anything from me later, you can come to me." After saying that, he left without caring about the reactions of the people present.

Looking at Huo Yang's back as he left so swiftly, Du Jiang was very envious, but unfortunately she couldn't get a seat and could only continue to sit at the end.

After a moment of silence, Xu Zhizhou tapped his fingers lightly on the table, drawing everyone's attention to himself. "Chen Xiaozhen, on my way back just now, the village chief said you'd most likely return to the city. Ultimately, you're the victim in this matter, and the village chief will give you a sick leave note. You and Du Xiangqian haven't obtained a marriage certificate, but in the village, you're his wife. Leaving would be good for you, too."

At the end, Du Jiang heard a tone of persuasion in Xu Zhizhou's words. She looked past Qian Meili and looked at Chen Xiaozhen. Since she entered the room, Chen Xiaozhen had been sitting there with her head down, motionless, like a sculpture.

Even when Xu Zhizhou mentioned returning to the city, she didn't say anything, as if she didn't hear it or was too happy to express her excitement.

Seeing that Chen Xiaozhen didn't say anything, Xu Zhizhou became a little impatient and knocked on the table a few more times. This time, Chen Xiaozhen finally raised her head. However, unlike what Du Jiang expected, Chen Xiaozhen's face was extremely calm, and her voice was even flat. "I understand."

This cold look made everyone look at each other in confusion, not knowing how to respond.

The scene became quiet again. Everyone looked at each other and finally turned their gaze to Xu Zhizhou.

Xu Zhizhou rubbed his swollen forehead. He didn't know whether to say Chen Xiaozhen was lucky or unlucky, but being able to return to the city was definitely a good thing. Thinking of this, Xu Zhizhou sighed and said, "Go pack up. You can go to town with the village chief this afternoon."

"good"

During this period, Chen Xiaozhen remained silent and unconcerned, which made everyone else cautious, fearing that she would cause any big noise or trouble. After all, both Dujia Village and the educated youth site were in turmoil now.

After lunch, Xu Zhizhou didn't even take a rest. He carried Chen Xiaozhen's package and took people to the village chief's house. Du Jiang and Qian Meili looked at each other and ran to the kitchen. Unfortunately, the conversation on the other side of the wall was very low. Even if they put their ears to the wall, they couldn't hear clearly. At this point, the two had to give up.

Even without Chen Xiaozhen, work still has to go on.

Du Jiang, who hadn't been up the mountain for several days, couldn't hide today, but this seemed to have disturbed Hongniang's nest. Without Tianniu's "Hongniang", Du Yingying appeared again.

"Hongniang~It's me, Yingying."

I don’t care whether you are Yingying or Yanyan, Du Jiang didn’t want to pay attention to either of them. She squatted on the ground and turned a deaf ear to her. Unfortunately, Du Yingying seemed unable to see her resistance. With each call of “matchmaker”, she walked closer and closer, and finally squatted down next to Du Jiang.

Not only did he squat down, he also nudged Du Jiang with his elbow in a familiar manner, as if to say, "I recognize you," which made Du Jiang move aside again.

"Little Red Lady, do you really not remember me? I am your Miss Yingying, don't you remember me?"

"Do you still remember the candied fruit?"

"The hairpin, the gold hairpin inlaid with rubies that I gave you."

"Chaizi, don't you remember that I pleaded for you and spared you from being beaten?"

"Even if you don't remember all this, then Du Quna, you don't remember either?"

Hearing this familiar name, Du Jiang's hand that was cutting grass for pigs trembled and he almost cut his hand. Du Jiang quickly put away the sickle and moved aside impatiently, "Sister Yingying, I don't understand what Hongniang and Chaizi are. And I have never heard of what you said, "Que".

"Also, I have to go back to feed the pigs soon. Why don't you move aside? I'm not very good at using the sickle. It will be troublesome if I cut you." As Du Jiang spoke, he waved the sickle in his hand, silently threatening.

Looking at the sharp teeth on the sickle, Du Yingying silently moved a few steps to the side and pulled it away, but her mouth still did not stop.

"Hongniang, do you know that after you became seriously ill, I buried you and Du Que together?"

"Hongniang, do you still remember that time when you helped me and Zhang Sheng to meet in the back garden?"

“…”

It was obviously many years ago, and Du Jiang could not even remember some of it clearly. But with Du Yingying's words, everything in the past came back to her. She looked back at this young lady who was always spoiled and ignorant of the world, and Du Jiang shook her head slightly.

If life wasn't hard, who would be willing to be a slave, groveling and bowing, with the gap of etiquette and status, lowering their heads and bending their knees, never able to stop their chests, and being beaten or scolded if they were not careful, and sometimes even beaten and starved. Although life became easier when she later served the young lady, being beaten and scolded was a common occurrence. Because the young lady was noble, only servants like her were punished, that is, she seemed noble in front of the lower-level servants, but what was the difference between her and the servants in front of dignitaries.

The only thing that made Du Jiang feel fortunate was that she finally escaped from such days. Although her life in Mobei was short during those years, Du Jiang was happy every time she thought of it. Unfortunately, perhaps her fate was too rough, and she lost her husband after just a few years. Du Jiang, who had nowhere to go, had to return to the prime minister's residence again, and died in depression from then on.