Over time, once Qiao Zhen's singing popularity faded, she stopped singing at the village entrance and started singing only for Yuan Zhao in the courtyard.

Qiao Zhen wasn't really tone-deaf; she knew perfectly well how bad her singing was. But Yuan Zhao always seemed very interested whenever he listened, never giving Qiao Zhen the slightest hint that her singing was bad.

Not long after, Qiao Zhen didn't want to torture her voice and ears anymore, so she started dancing like a shaman at the village entrance every day, calling it the dance of the Bei family, known for its bold and unrestrained style.

Later on, when the uncles and aunties in the village disciplined their children, they would always say: "Pig! Your ears are still so big! Can't you hear me calling you stupid?"

The village chief's daughter was sent to the county to work as a maid for the county magistrate's eldest daughter. She was more knowledgeable than the village women, so she could see that although Qiao Zhen's dancing was very unconventional, it was exactly the same as the dance of the Northern Desert that the gentleman had described. The village was once again swept up in a craze to send girls to Qiao Zhen's house to learn to dance with her.

What could Qiao Zhen do? She was desperate too. She had traveled through many planes, seen and learned many dances, and when she wanted to dance randomly, the movements would spontaneously form in her mind. In the end, she didn't dare to harm other people's daughters, and only taught them some gentle and subtle dances. But that was enough for those girls to practice for many years.

Later, Qiao Zhen completely resigned herself to her fate, but she still wanted to prove to the heavens that she would never admit defeat. So she mingled with the group of mischievous kids and became a little tyrant. The reason was simple: when she and the children stole melons together, Yuan Zhao never said anything. Instead, he would deliver the melons to the children's homes and express his apologies to the parents for Qiao Zhen's mischief with the children.

Qiao Zhen sighed, "It's all tears. I'm not saying anything more, I'm going to steal some melons."

"Men, march on the melon field!"

A group of Boy Scouts followed behind Qiao Zhen, chatting and laughing. Actually, this kind of life wasn't bad.