Hua Qingcheng, who didn't find Si Chengfeng, walked around the town again and bought some things.

Today is June 27th, the town's market day. The last oxcart trip back to Yuqing Village was at Youshi. Hua Qingcheng did not return to Huaqiao Village by oxcart until evening.

Hua Qingcheng felt that this ancient means of transportation was too inconvenient. It seemed that she had to find a mount for herself as soon as possible.

"Uncle Mute, are you there?"

As soon as she got off the ox cart, Hua Qingcheng went to the land temple opposite.

Hearing this, Kang Fulai stood up from the straw bed, staggered to the gate of the land temple, and looked at the familiar figure coming towards him.

"I bought these buns in town. Eat them while they're hot!"

Hua Qingcheng took out a cloth bag from her backpack, opened it, and placed it on a large rock beside the straw mat. Seeing the mute old man nodding gratefully at her and mumbling "ahhhh" for some unknown reason, Hua Qingcheng nodded in return.

Only now did she understand why the original owner, so poor, still had snacks from time to time. It was probably because of the mute old man who secretly gave them to her. Thinking of the cake and biscuit crumbs on the floor of the original owner's room, she wondered how the old man had saved up so much food.

Looking around the temple, Hua Qingcheng felt that aside from the tiles above and the walls around to protect them from the wind and rain, the living conditions here were appallingly sparse, only slightly better than those of a beggar. The difference was that the mute old man didn't passively wait for charity, but instead worked hard to earn his living, going up the mountain every day to dig wild vegetables and forage for food.

"Uncle Ya, I have a lot of vegetables growing at home that need help taking care of them. Would you be willing to come and help me when you are free?"

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Although the man before her was down and out, he did not seem like someone who would take food given out of pity. Although Hua Qingcheng was not a warm-hearted person, she was willing to give this kind old man a chance to fill his stomach with his own hard work.

Seeing the dumb old man stunned, Hua Qingcheng had no choice but to explain: "Now my family has 20 acres of vegetable fields under cultivation, and another 50 acres are about to be reclaimed and planted. We are too busy at home to handle it, so we will have to pay people to help with the work in the future."

The mute old man nodded vigorously when he heard that, and pointed at himself, and said "ahhhh" for no one knew what he was saying. Hua Qingcheng nodded at him and left.

Hua Qingcheng was no longer the impoverished woman she once was. Thinking of the hardworking handsome men at home, she couldn't bear to see them toil in the fields every day. It seemed she should have Mu Lige go to the village head's house and ask Uncle Qingyou to help find some hardworking people in the village to help with the work.

After leaving the land temple, Hua Qingcheng went to her mother and father's place and gave them some snacks she had bought in town before returning to the Hua family's old house.

“Help…Help…”

When Hua Qingcheng walked to the edge of the village pond, she suddenly heard a faint cry for help. Following the sound, she saw a pair of hands flapping in the middle of the pond.

Seeing that the head of the person who fell into the water was about to sink, Hua Qingcheng hurriedly put down the backpack, picked up a long bamboo pole beside her, and then stretched the bamboo pole towards the hands that were eager to grab something.

Thanks to the powerful strength of the women in the Female-dominated Country, Hua Qingcheng pulled the man up without much effort.

“Cough cough cough…”

Fortunately, he was rescued shortly after falling into the pond. Hua Wuque coughed a few times and regained his strength.

"Thank you so much, Miss Qingcheng!"

"Um."

Only then did Hua Qingcheng see clearly that the person in front of her with disheveled hair, soaked body and looking in a miserable state was the Tofu Dongshi that Situ Ye had mentioned earlier.

"Miss Qingcheng, for saving my life, Wuque is eternally grateful."

Hua Wuque's face was pale as he looked at Hua Qingcheng who was standing beside him with an expressionless face. She just glanced at him and then stopped looking at him.

"Not really, just passing by."

Hua Qingcheng still felt a lingering fear when she thought of Cheng Minggui's gratitude for saving her life. The man in front of her was ranked fourth on the Huaqiao Village handsome list, much more handsome than Cheng Minggui. She absolutely could not bring him home again, otherwise the men at home would probably ignore her.

"Your clothes are all wet. Go back and change them early to avoid catching a cold."

Seeing that the other party was not seriously injured, Hua Qingcheng picked up the backpack and turned to walk towards the Hua family's old house at the end of the village.

Hua Wuque slowly stood up from the ground, water still dripping from his hair. Looking at the figure leaving gracefully, Hua Wuque smiled bitterly inwardly.

He was already fifteen, and if he didn't marry before the end of the year, his family would be fined. But his widowed mother wanted him to marry Hua Fugui, a landlord who had moved to town, as his fifth concubine. He had initially considered suicide, but the moment he fell into the water, he regretted it. The feeling of choking on the water was unbearable, and fortunately, Hua Qingcheng, who happened to be passing by, rescued him.

Although Hua Wuque couldn't be called a stately beauty, his looks were certainly impressive. Just look at the women in the village; when they saw him, they were like butterflies at a flower, fluttering around him. But Hua Qingcheng couldn't even be bothered to spare him a glance. It made sense, since the other men in her family were no less handsome than she was, so how could they possibly be interested in him?

What Hua Qingcheng didn't know was that her image in Huaqiao Village had changed dramatically. From the once despised, unruly, and unscrupulous scoundrel, she had become a hardworking, capable village beauty who still loved her husband dearly. Previously, Hua Qingcheng was ridiculed as a gigolo, a notorious figure throughout the surrounding area. Now, with just her face, if Hua Qingcheng really wanted to be a gigolo, she'd probably have a bunch of people lining up to feed her. But she insisted on relying on hard work to make her fortune.

This damn contrast charm!

Hua Qingcheng had no idea what Hua Wuque was thinking. At this moment, she was looking forward to going home to see her husbands.

The wind rustles the leaves. The setting sun brings a distant glow. Smoke rises slowly from the kitchen, filling the air with fragrance.

As Hua Qingcheng watched the peaceful Hua family mansion approaching, her heart warmed slightly. As soon as she returned to the front yard of the Hua family mansion, she saw Mu Lige walking towards her in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Wife, you're back!"

A tall figure in a gray gown was coated with a soft halo against the backdrop of the red glow. The banished immortal-like man was smiling at her, welcoming her back from a day out.

Hua Qingcheng's fatigue from a day of running around instantly disappeared in that spring-like smile.

"Mu Lige!"

"Thank you!"

Hua Qingcheng walked quickly forward, and without even putting down the backpack behind her, she hugged the man tightly, whose heart and eyes were filled with her.