After living in the town for half a year, Wang Dujuan boasted that she was very different from the villagers when she returned to the village. Her already arrogant personality became even more arrogant, and she almost never looked people in the eye.

The villagers were not spineless. After Wang Dujuan ignored them once or twice, they gradually gave up. Who would want to put their warm face on someone else's cold butt? If you look down on me, I look down on you too.

Sometimes, when the women in the village met Wang Dujuan on foot, she would not bother to pay attention to them. She would just pout and pull the woman next to her and walk away quickly. After they were far away, she would say a few unpleasant words.

Now wheat is being harvested everywhere, and there are not many people left in the village. A few women gathered together to pick vegetables and chat. No matter how happy they were, they couldn't stop what they were doing.

The people working in the fields have to come back before noon. They are very tired after a busy morning and they always have to eat a hot meal when they come back.

Wang Dujuan walked around the village but couldn't see anyone. After finally finding three or four people, she twisted her body and walked towards them.

Now she didn't care whether people were cold to her or not. She greeted those she was familiar with, as if she was not the one who gave others the cold shoulder in the past.

"Oh, his aunt, they are all here."

The woman in the lead was the wife of Yang Erlang, who worked as a flour miller at the village head. Everyone in the village called her Second Sister-in-law.

The second sister-in-law is straightforward and outspoken. She is decisive in dealing with others and doesn't like to beat around the bush. She is also the one who dislikes Wang Dujuan the most among these people.

Hearing this, he looked up and glanced at Wang Dujuan. He was too lazy to maintain appearances. Without even saying hello, he stood up and moved to a place farther away from her.

The other woman nearby, Aunt Xiang, was a sharp-witted person. She seemed to be able to chat with anyone and was known to be quite popular in the village. Seeing the atmosphere suddenly turn cold, she quickly smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Dujuan, I don't see you out all day. How come you have time to talk to us today?"

To be honest, these people are not talkative. Wang Dujuan would not have come to talk to them if she couldn't find anyone. Her attitude this time was much warmer than before, but she didn't expect to be turned down as soon as she opened her mouth. She almost couldn't maintain this false enthusiasm.

"Haha," Wang Dujuan glared at her second sister-in-law without letting anyone see, then squatted down to talk to Aunt Xiang: "I've been feeling sore all over since staying at home, so I thought I'd go out for a walk and stretch my muscles."

How could the villagers have a chance to rest? Wang Dujuan neither works in the fields nor cooks. When she is idle at home, she leaves all the work to her daughter and lies in bed all day. It would be strange if she doesn't feel sore all over.

When the busy women heard this, they thought she was showing off secretly and their faces looked unhappy. It was one thing for them to dislike it, but if they had the conditions, who wouldn't want to rest all day?

The second sister-in-law didn't want to pretend, she put the selected vegetables into the basket, and left with it: "Sister-in-law, you guys are busy, I'm going to go back and cook, my husband should be home soon."

"Okay."

It didn't matter whether she left or not. She could do nothing here except cause trouble for Wang Dujuan. It was just right for her to leave. Wang Dujuan picked up Aunt Xiang's leeks and helped to clean the dirt off them.

It was almost noon, and if we delayed any longer, everyone would leave. At that time, people would be tired and want to rest, so it would be difficult to call anyone then.

"Erlang's wife has a bad temper. I was just looking for her help, but she left so quickly before I could even say anything. Ugh."

Aunt Xiang smiled and said, "She's just like that. A sharp tongue but a kind heart. She's a good person. If you need any favors, just ask her. She'll definitely do it."

Wang Dujuan pretended to be distressed and said, "I know that. You also know that I have a large family. The flour vat was empty after just a few days. The new wheat has been harvested, and I think I should at least grind some new flour to make enough for a bowl of noodle soup at noon. But there are not many capable people in my family. Chunxiao can't even lift half a bag of wheat, and I have constant back and leg pain. I was wondering if you could help me carry the wheat to Erlang's mill. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you work for nothing. I will pay you five cents each. How about it?"

Every penny is precious to the villagers, and earning five cents for carrying wheat is too tempting for them. They do such hard labor at home, and this is not considered work in their eyes.

Not only was Aunt Xiang moved, but the other two women were no exception. They exchanged glances, and one of the louder-voiced aunts immediately softened her attitude: "Dujuan, you're being ridiculous. We all live in the same village. It's not about money. It's just a simple matter of moving wheat. If you're in a hurry, I can go with you right now."

Aunt Xiang also nodded and said, "It's Dujuan. Whether it's paid or not is a small matter. It's just a matter of helping out."

Wang Dujuan pretended to be kind, but in her heart she was extremely reluctant to pay any money. She didn't want to pay even a penny of the five cents. But when she thought of Yang Chunxue's instructions, she said with a pained face, "Of course it's my duty. Even brothers should settle accounts. Let's go and move the wheat now. I'll go home and get the money."

Earning money by picking vegetables is not a big deal. Aunt Xiang stood up and walked home with Wang Dujuan, chatting and laughing. The other two aunts threw the rotten vegetable leaves into the grass next to them and followed happily behind.

Yang Donghu walked slowly because of his injured foot. When he arrived at Yang Anjin's house, he was sweating all over. Fortunately, Zhang Lanzhen's family didn't farm much, otherwise when he arrived at the place, there would be no one at home and Yang Donghu would not have the strength to walk anymore.

"Aunt."

"Hey, Donghu? Why are you back? Ah, what's wrong with your foot?"

Zhang Lanzhen put down her work and came over to help him. His ankle was already swollen. "Come on, sit down first. Ouch, look at this, what's going on?"

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