Hua Qingcheng was still brooding over it until lunch was over, and the look she gave Situ Ye was full of inquiry and curiosity.

Being stared at by his wife like that, Situ Ye felt extremely embarrassed, especially when he thought about how he almost made a fool of himself in front of her just now. His cheeks became hot and his ears were red as if blood could drip out.

Seeing a nearly 190cm tall, manly-looking man displaying the shy, bashful demeanor of a little girl, Hua Qingcheng felt uneasy. Fortunately, he had a handsome, masculine face, which surprisingly gave him a cute, rather than feminine, look. But the thought of him still menstruating made Hua Qingcheng feel that the world was incredibly mysterious, and she was incredibly curious.

After all, at least in terms of appearance, the people here were no different from those in her previous life's world. Furthermore, the original owner's appearance was surprisingly identical to when she was fifteen or sixteen; she couldn't discern any difference. Everything she had before was still there, and everything she didn't have before wasn't much more now.

How did this man get his period? Did he wear oversized pants to cushion his ovulation? Where did he give birth? Despite her inner ache with curiosity, she feigned composure.

She was certain that if she asked her husbands directly, they would probably think she had a special fetish, what we would call a pervert in modern times. To be safe, she decided to observe privately first. If all else failed, she would ask the original owner's father the next time she saw him.

"Li Ge, stop busying yourself and come with me to Daddy's place."

The original owner's mother was a scholar who opened a private school in the village to teach children, but she didn't know how to farm. Hua Qingcheng thought that instead of letting the land go to waste, it would be better to make good use of it. But before doing so, she still had to greet the land's owners, the original owner's parents.

"Okay, wife. Please wait a moment."

Mu Lige first went to the chicken coop in the front yard and took out five or six eggs, put them in a basket, then went to the kitchen and brought out a small piece of pork belly with fat and lean meat.

"Let's go, wife."

Hua Qingcheng didn't say anything about it. After all, giving something to honor her parents was what she should do. This doctor was attentive and thoughtful. He did things for her that she hadn't thought of.

The Hua family's old house was located at the end of Huaqiao Village, west of the village, while Hua's mother and father lived in the east. This was Hua Qingcheng's second time walking around the village, but the last time was to go to the market and take a ride on an oxcart to Li Zheng's house in the east of the village. She was in a hurry at the time and didn't pay much attention to her surroundings.

It was seven quarters past midnight, and many villagers were already out working in the fields. Although the summer afternoon sun was still quite scorching, it didn't stop them from toiling away. Some were picking vegetables in the fields, others were irrigating and fertilizing the rice paddies, and some were weeding and catching insects. Occasionally, a shepherd boy would pass by, riding a yellow ox and singing a nursery rhyme.

The azure sky was dotted with white clouds, and below were verdant mountains, gurgling water, emerald green fields, and the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. Feeling the fresh air with the fragrance of earth blowing towards her, Hua Qingcheng felt extremely happy.

Since she took Yu Qingyou's ox cart to the town two days ago, Hua Qingcheng's image in Huaqiao Village has changed thanks to the gossipy man in the same car who spread the news at a great speed. She went from being an ugly and second-rate girl known in the surrounding area to being the village beauty and second-rate girl in Huaqiao Village.

Hua Qingcheng was pretty, but she was also incredibly dangerous. If she disagreed with you, she'd beat you up so badly you wouldn't even recognize your own parents. Therefore, some villagers they met on the road would hastily greet Mu Lige, but would turn and walk away because of Hua Qingcheng beside him. Others, on the other hand, would simply turn around and walk away, their steps hurried as if they were being chased by stray dogs.

After crossing a country road flanked by fields, Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige arrived at the settlement of Huaqiao Village. They saw mud walls and black tiles, scattered houses, the sounds of chickens and dogs, and the occasional playful laughter and frolic of children.

"Ermao! Ermao! What's wrong with you?"

Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige walked along the village path for a while, when suddenly they heard a man crying and shouting from not far away, as well as the noisy sound of villagers talking and discussing.

The two walked straight ahead, only to see a crowd of people gathered in front of them, blocking the road.

"What happened?"

Hua Qingcheng then asked someone who was watching.

Hua Wenjie, who was planning to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms and dig wild vegetables, saw that it was Hua Qingcheng. His face turned slightly red. Although he felt a little uneasy, he still answered patiently:

"It's the son of Cheng Widow. He just choked while eating bayberries."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly strode forward, directly used both hands to push away the people who were in the way, and said, "Everyone, get out of the way! Don't crowd around!"

Someone nearby who knew Hua Qingcheng quickly pulled their companions aside to make way for her. In an instant, the crowd that had originally gathered in a tight circle suddenly distanced themselves from each other, standing in two rows to watch.

In the middle of the crowd, a man about twenty years old, dressed in plain clothes and wearing a thorny hairpin, was sitting on the ground, holding a little boy of three or four in his arms, crying with panic and grief. The child in his arms was holding his throat with his hands, his face looking painful and his face slightly purple.

"Give me the child!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Minggui stopped crying and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him in confusion.

"His condition is very critical. If I save him, he still has a chance of survival. If I don't save him, he will surely die."

Although Hua Qingcheng felt sorry for the child, she was not a saint and had to be on guard against others. She had to explain in advance that there was only a possibility of saving the child.

The panicked Cheng Minggui looked at the determined eyes of the woman in front of him, and inexplicably felt a sense of security and trust, and then handed Ermao to her.

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