Chapter 71 Successful Soap Making

Because Widow Chen's husband died early, the widow and her child settled in Qingyun Village. With the help of Village Chief Yang from time to time, they lived a comfortable life.

It's not hard to tell that there's something fishy going on between Village Chief Yang and Widow Chen.

Jiang Mi listened with great interest, never expecting that Widow Chen had lived such a flamboyant life in her youth.

Su Yindi followed behind, watching. The mother and daughter, who were whispering to each other, didn't dare to say a word and could only follow silently home.

Qingyun Village.

Widow Chen stumbled back to the village, her hair disheveled, silent, with clear scratches on her face, looking utterly wretched.

In addition to what Widow Chen had done, the villagers quickly concluded that Widow Chen had seduced someone and was discovered by the wife, which was why she had ended up like this.

Seeing the stares from the crowd, the pent-up resentment in his heart burst forth, and he roared, "What are you looking at!"

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and stumbled as she ran towards the village.

Watching Widow Chen's retreating figure, the women sitting under the banyan tree immediately started gossiping.

"That little slut was probably seducing someone, got caught, and got beaten up!"

"I've disliked this vixen for a long time. All she has is fair skin and delicate features. I don't know what those men are after."

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The women spoke one after another, hurling insults at each other, mostly out of jealousy and contempt.

It's easy to see how much malice those women in the village harbored towards Widow Chen.

A woman should be content with her lot and behave herself. What kind of behavior is it to dress up all day and go out to seduce men?

Widow Chen entered the village, went home and changed into a new set of clothes. Looking at her son sitting on the couch practicing calligraphy, her eyes softened. She gently stroked the top of her son's fluffy hair and said in a tender tone, "Mother has to go out to take care of some important business. You stay home and behave yourself."

The boy paused in his pen-holding motion, said nothing, and simply looked at his mother quietly.

Seeing that her child ignored her, Widow Chen felt disappointed. Ever since her child became sensible, he had rarely spoken and spent most of his time obediently practicing calligraphy in the house. He also didn't like to play with the other children in the village. Thinking of this, her disappointment vanished, replaced by heartache.

As I turned to leave, I heard a child's hesitant voice behind me: "Could you not go to the village chief's house today?"

Widow Chen's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at her son, who had just spoken, with a look of surprise and delight.

The boy just stared at his mother, knowing that she must have gone to see Village Chief Yang again.

Every time his mother returned from Village Chief Yang's house, she would be in a terrible state, often hiding in a corner to wipe away her tears. He felt very sorry for her, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

Faced with her son's request, Widow Chen did not give a direct answer. Instead, she pinched her son's cheek and coaxed him softly, "If I don't go to Village Chief Yang's house, you won't have any food for the second half of the year, and I will go hungry. Be good and stay at home and wait for me to come back."

With a heavy heart, he quickly left the courtyard.

The boy stared intently out the window at his mother's departing, lonely figure, tears welling up in his eyes.

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"Poultry can suppress locusts? That's the funniest joke I've heard in recent years!" Village Chief Yang's eyes were glazed over, and his face was flushed, clearly from some kind of exercise. He held a pipe in his hand and scoffed at what Widow Chen said.

"It's better to be safe than sorry, village chief. Why don't we go and buy some chickens and ducks?" Widow Chen stood in front of Village Chief Yang. Her clothes, which she had just changed at home, and her neatly styled hair were now disheveled, and there were some bruises on her body.

Bang--

The words had barely left his mouth.

Village Chief Yang slammed his pipe down on Widow Chen, shouting, "I've been supporting you and your son, and Manager Wu is actually aiding and abetting the evildoers, following those beasts from the Jiang family to try and persuade me?"

If it weren't for Widow Chen's greater experience and her captivating body, he wouldn't have continued to support her.

Widow Chen's face turned pale, and she weakly explained, "That's not what I meant."

"You just need to think about how to serve me well, and you don't need to ask or care about anything else." Village Chief Yang warned, but his eyes were fixed on Widow Chen's voluptuous chest, his gaze unfocused, and saliva involuntarily drooling.

This woman's body is simply exquisite; every time he's aroused, he can't resist her, and he almost dies on top of her. One day, he'll be drained dry by this slut.

Widow Chen didn't say much, only asking, "What about my grain and silver for the second half of the year...?"

"I'll deliver it to your house later."

Having received an affirmative answer, Widow Chen did not linger and instead quickly left Village Chief Yang's house.

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Night is approaching.

Hongyang Village was brightly lit, yet unusually quiet; apart from a few villagers chatting and enjoying the cool air at the village entrance, most people had gone to bed early and kept their doors tightly shut at home.

As the saying goes, perseverance pays off, and Jiang Mi has finally figured out how to make soap today.

Looking at the milky white soap in front of me, which had no odor, I fetched a basin of water from the yard, gently placed it in my hands, and rubbed it continuously. Some light foam immediately appeared on my palms, which looked quite nice.

She made more than a dozen soaps this time, but only three were successful. Jiang Mi held the soaps like a treasure and hurriedly went to her mother's room.

At that moment, Jiang's mother was doing accounts inside when she heard her beloved daughter's voice and quickly opened the door.

"Mother, look what I brought you."

When Jiang Mu looked down, she saw that Honey was holding a clean, square, milky-white cube.

What is this?

"This is soap, you can use it when you take a bath." Jiang Mi gently pulled her mother over, put her hands in the basin, spread the soap in her palms, and gently rubbed it. The foam quickly dispersed, and the soft foam tightly enveloped her two hands.

In just a moment, his slightly dark hands visibly turned white.

Which woman doesn't love beauty? Looking at her hands that had turned white, Jiang's mother was in a very good mood.

"This is even more potent than soap beans!" Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother felt a pang of heartache for her daughter's wallet: "This must be even more expensive, right?"

When Jiang Mu was young, she worked for a wealthy family and had the opportunity to see soap beans. They could remove stains, but they were not as gentle as this; instead, they made her hands feel rough.

“I learned this from a book. It looked so interesting that I tried to make some, but I only succeeded in making these few bars. They’re just right for you, Mother.” Jiang Mi placed the remaining two bars of dry soap in her mother’s hands.

As for her, the system's record showed that he hadn't finished using up his soap yet, enough for her to last for a while.

Jiang's mother pushed the soap back and affectionately pinched Jiang Mi's little face: "Keep this good stuff for yourself. I'm too old to need these things."

"I kept one for myself, this one is especially for you."

"Okay! I'll keep it. It's getting late, you should get some rest."