Aunt Hong silently looked at the neatly arranged sauces and vegetables in Jiang Shan's dish, along with a small note with instructions on how to eat them.

The girl didn't want to owe her a favor, so in just a few days, she paid it all back, with interest.

Many female customers love the cold and hot dishes at Xianyun Pavilion, and some even want to buy salad dressing from Manager Hong.

When Aunt Hong heard her brother say he wanted to sell sauce in the restaurant, she couldn't help but laugh.

So that's where she was waiting!

In fact, Jiang Shan didn't think too much about it. Although she wanted to earn a little more money to spend, she didn't go to the point of scheming.

After all, making money is a mentally and physically exhausting thing!

Aunt Hong once again "captured" Jiangshan in the town, and the siblings were still selling seafood in a broth.

Jiang Shan explained to Aunt Hong with a slight embarrassment that they had agreed to set up their stall on the tenth of each month, and they couldn't break their promise.

Aunt Hong was once again rendered speechless by her.

There was nothing she could do but stand aside and wait for the siblings to sell the remaining seafood.

The last bowl of seafood was sold out, and Jiangshan gave the remaining broth to the last customer.

"Why did you give it all to him? I've been waiting in line for so long, and it's finally my turn. Why did you give it all to him? Are you doing this on purpose?!" A woman's sharp voice rang out.

Jiang Shan looked up and exclaimed, "Oh, it's someone I know!"

"It's Aunt Qing! What wind blew you here today?"

Yu Qing was seething with anger.

After her son and husband ate the seafood that the Jiao family sent, they kept nagging her to go to the Jiao family to buy more. Her mother-in-law even asked her to go to the Jiao family to help out so that she could learn how to make it herself and sell it at home.

But that little devil was really wicked and completely ignored her. She heard from her son that the girl set up a stall in town every ten days, so she had no choice but to travel all the way to town to buy seafood.

And just when it was finally her turn, that damn woman gave all the seafood, along with the broth, to someone else!

He's deliberately trying to make things difficult for her!

She slapped her thick hand on the small table in front of Jiang Shan and said angrily, "You have to give me an explanation today. Why won't you sell it to me!"

Jiang Shan was speechless. Was it really necessary for her to go to such lengths?

"Aunt Qing, you saw it too, it's really gone! If you go early on the tenth of next month, I promise I'll save some for you!" Jiang Shan tapped the basin with a spoon, looking helpless.

"I think you're doing this on purpose! Don't think you're so great just because you've hooked up with a rich guy. If he knew what kind of person you are, would he still dare to buy your food?" Yu Qing snorted smugly, deliberately raising his voice.

Jiang Shan's expression changed slightly. She gripped the spoon in her hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "Aunt Qing, are you trying to cause trouble? Have you forgotten what I said?"

Yu Qing had witnessed Jiang Shan's fierceness before. She took two steps back, glanced at the crowd of onlookers, pointed at Jiang Shan, and said defiantly, "You dare to hit someone? You're carrying a bastard child and you still dare to flaunt it everywhere. You've completely disgraced the people of Huaigu Village!"

Jiao Sanlang, who was standing nearby, suddenly stepped forward and shoved Yu Qing, shouting, "You're not allowed to insult my sister! That's my sister's child, our family's child, not a bastard! Don't talk nonsense!"

Yu Qing spat at Sanlang angrily, saying with disdain, "Listen to this, everyone. Who doesn't know that Erlang has been away from home for three years and a single woman is carrying a bastard child?"

"You're talking nonsense! He's not a bastard, he's our child!" Sanlang was almost crying, his little hand tightly gripping Jiangshan's trembling slightly.

People around started talking about it.

"So she's the fiancée of Jiao Erlang, and she's already pregnant with another man's child! This is truly...!"

"She must have been unable to bear the loneliness, and even her mother couldn't control her. Her uncle is still so young, how could he have an affair!"

"How can the Jiao family not divorce such a harlot!"

"Yes, yes, such a morally reprehensible act is truly intolerable!"

"..."

More and more people gathered around, some even hurling insults. One old woman even threw the seafood she had just painstakingly bought in line in front of Jiang Shan, yelling, "Dirty stuff, we won't eat it!"

Through the crowd, Jiang Shan saw Manager Qi.

He glared at her, both shocked and furious, his eyes filled with undisguised accusation and anger. Before Jiang Shan could speak, he had already turned and left.

Jiang Shan's face turned pale instantly.

At that moment, she felt ice-cold all over, with only a burning anger in her heart.

She took a deep breath to calm herself, gripped Sanlang's hand tightly, and slowly scanned the crowd with her eyes.

"Fellow villagers, I was indeed defiled by thieves and became pregnant, but that was not my fault. I am also a victim! If your sister suffered this misfortune, what would you want her to do? Let her die with her child? Can't you tolerate them? It's one thing to have no compassion for an innocent victim, but how can you be so cruel? That's two lives!"

"Furthermore, even if I am not your sister or relative, have I, a weak woman, ever hindered you? Have I caused you any substantial harm? Has my selling seafood with gravy to support my family damaged your reputation? Has it shortened your lifespan? If not, why are you pressing me so hard!"

"If that day ever comes, and I take my own life with the child in my womb, it will be because you have driven me to the brink of despair! You are all enjoying yourselves, but let me ask you this: in the dead of night, who of you dares to sleep soundly? Aren't you afraid that I will turn into a vengeful ghost and wait for you on the road to the underworld?"

Jiang Shan's cold, sharp voice echoed in the chilly autumn wind, and the discussion abruptly ceased.

If Jiang Shan's first few sentences were an attempt to gain sympathy, the middle part was a reasoned argument, and the end simply turned into blatant intimidation. After this combination of coaxing and intimidation, everyone promptly shut up.

In this era, ordinary people often hold a sense of awe towards the supernatural and ghostly, and dare not easily provoke them.

Furthermore, after Jiangshan's analysis, which was both reasonable and compassionate, it seemed that we shouldn't dwell on it too much. After all, if we really pushed her too far, it would only bring bad luck upon ourselves. It would be like killing a thousand enemies while also losing eight hundred of our own. That's not a good idea!

Before long, the crowd dispersed, and the onlookers gradually left.

When Yu Qing mentioned transforming into a vengeful ghost in Jiangshan, he was already trembling and ran away.

Perhaps because she had done too many bad things, her greatest fear in life was the belief in ghosts and gods, without exception.

A cool breeze swept by, scattering the strands of hair on Jiang Shan's forehead. She tilted her head slightly to brush them aside, unexpectedly meeting Aunt Hong's somewhat complicated gaze.

Jiang Shan smiled and said frankly, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you because I felt it wasn't necessary. After all, it was a fair transaction. At least so far, I haven't wronged you, and you haven't wronged me either."

Aunt Hong looked Jiang Shan over, watching her try to suppress her anger, watching her forcefully feign composure, watching her use her tender shoulders to struggle to support the injustices and grievances of this world.

After a long while, she sighed, walked up to Jiang Shan, and helped her pack up her stall.

Jiang Shan watched Aunt Hong's actions silently until she wrapped the packed box in a bundle and handed it to him.

Tears finally streamed down my face.

"Why are you crying? Will crying fill your stomach? You should rest tomorrow, don't worry about anything, and take a few days to recover."