Cheng Kai awkwardly withdrew his hands.
Yang Qingheng wanted to rip his head off: "Can't you just get lost?"
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, my little brother knows how, let him help you." Cheng Kai was embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and, afraid she would get angry, quickly left.
After much effort, we finally managed to loosen a piece of land, albeit with many stumbles and setbacks, but now we face another problem.
How do I fetch this water?
This is halfway up the mountain, and it would take at least ten minutes to walk back to school. She doesn't have the strength for that!
Out of the corner of her eye, Yang Qingheng noticed Song Hengjue carrying a load of water over in the distance. Her eyes lit up and she quickly ran over.
"Song Hengjue, thank you for helping me," a female classmate handed Song Hengjue an ice pop. Seeing Yang Qingheng coming over, she glanced at the ice pop, then at her, and painfully shoved the ice pop into her mouth. "Thank you to your husband too."
Yang Qingheng: ...
You're a really nice person.
It's just fetching water; she's not that stingy.
"Song Hengjue, could you help me carry two buckets of water too?" Yang Qingheng mumbled, biting into an ice pop.
Song Hengjue frowned: "No, you should go back and choose for yourself."
Yang Qingheng couldn't believe it and pointed in the direction the female classmate had left: "You helped others carry water but not me, Song Hengjue, don't go too far."
Are you treating her differently?
Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Fang Nan quickly ran over and said, "Sister-in-law, I've finished my work. Let me help you."
"Let her go by herself." Yang Qingheng was about to nod when Song Hengjue glanced at Fang Nan.
He raised his chin at Yang Qingheng: "What, you can't even do this?"
“Even a dog can talk better than you,” Yang Qingheng glared at him fiercely, feeling aggrieved. She grabbed the bucket and ran away. “It’s just carrying water, who does he think he is?”
Fang Nan was speechless: "I really don't understand you two."
Just as he finished speaking, Fang Nan caught a glimpse of two leaders walking towards them, followed by a man with a red armband. Fang Nan gasped.
I touched the cold sweat on my forehead; my heart was pounding wildly.
She looked at Song Hengjue in surprise: "How come you have such sharp eyes?"
Song Hengjue glanced at him indifferently, said nothing, and quickly turned over his few square meters of land with a hoe.
"But you too, can't you just talk to people nicely? Why do you have to do it like this? People who know you understand that you mean well, but people who don't know you might think you're targeting her. Look how angry my sister-in-law is."
Seeing that Song Hengjue remained unmoved, Fang Nan added, "Look how proactive Cheng Kai is. You can't compare people. If my sister-in-law opens her eyes, you won't be able to win her back..."
"If you like her, go after her," Song Hengjue scoffed.
Fang Nan was taken aback: "I think you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, you won't turn back until you hit a wall, and you're like a toad that doesn't cherish a swan after eating it."
Yang Qingheng made three or four trips before finally finishing watering the land. Her feet were blistered and burning with pain.
"Big news! Big news!" He Qinqin ran over excitedly, glanced around, and covered her mouth to chuckle. "Li Jiaoyan got arrested for asking someone else to help her with farm work!"
Yang Qingheng was taken aback: "There's such a good thing?"
“Of course, I saw it with my own eyes. The principal’s face was so sour. I heard that Li Jiaoyan is going to read a self-criticism on the flag-raising platform next Monday,” He Qinqin laughed as if watching a show. “Li Jiaoyan is such a proud person, this is just putting her in a very difficult position.”
Ever since seeing Yang Qingheng's marriage certificate, her feelings towards Li Jiaoyan have gone from indifference to rage. If stealing her boyfriend is not enough, then stealing her sister's boyfriend is even worse—she'll hack her to pieces!
Yang Qingheng glanced thoughtfully in Song Hengjue's direction and snorted coldly.
Inside the Yang family's house, no lights were on; only a few candles burned on candlesticks, their red flames eerily bright.
"Master, will this really work?" Gao Xiao'e asked tremblingly.
The man in the black robe squinted, muttering strange runes, and stretched out his wrinkled hand.
Gao Xiao'e's face darkened instantly, and she gripped the pocket without moving.
Yang Qiwen, with a head full of garlic, glared at her fiercely: "Is money more important or your life!"
Gao Xiao'e gritted her teeth, reluctantly took out a ten-yuan note, and handed it to the old man's palm with a fawning smile: "Master, why... why have so many things happened to our family recently? Please give us your guidance."
A few days ago, the couple woke up to find their house covered in blood, which terrified them. They thought their neighbor was holding a grudge and was taking revenge. They cursed loudly downstairs, thinking they could finally get a good night's sleep. However, they were shocked to find their faces covered in blood when they woke up in the middle of the night.
The couple were terrified and took turns keeping watch at night. However, no matter how vigilant they were, there was still blood everywhere, and they had no choice but to believe it.
There's something unseen in this room!
It took a lot of help to find such a highly skilled Taoist priest, but more than half of the family's savings had already been spent.
Gao Xiao'e was so pained she almost fainted.
“Your house was originally a prosperous house, absorbing energy from all directions. It’s just a pity that it has attracted evil spirits from the ground these past few days, which has scattered the yang energy of this house,” the old man said, stretching out another hand. “There is only one way to drive away this evil energy.”
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Gao Xiao'e's vision went black. Yang Qiwen, seeing her pathetic state, scolded her, snatched a large banknote, and respectfully handed it over.
The old man opened his mouth, about to speak, when the door was kicked open with a bang. Several uniformed policemen rushed in, glanced at the scene, understood what was going on, and forcefully handcuffed the men: "We received a report that you are promoting feudal superstition. Come with us."
The couple exchanged a horrified glance.
"Officer, I'm innocent! This is just a distant relative of ours. What kind of feudal superstition is this?"
"If you arrest this old man, wouldn't that be killing me?"
Despite their tearful explanations, the facts were undeniable, and the police officers ultimately took them away forcefully.
Yang Qingheng sent the letter and was in an extremely good mood.
Yesterday, I heard from Sister-in-law Sun that Liu Qing had returned. Thinking that I finished class early today, I quickly arrived at Dahe Village.
"Qingheng, what brings you here? Come in and sit down." Liu Qing greeted her with a big smile.
The old lady was happy that her grandson was healthy and went to the kitchen to make herself a cup of malted milk powder.
In those days, for ordinary families, this malted milk powder was considered the highest form of hospitality. Yang Qingheng was flattered and accepted it with both hands, but in the end, she handed it to the pale-faced little boy next to her.
Xiao Xu's dark eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Liu Qing with a bitter expression.
"Thank you, Sister Qingheng." Liu Qing smiled shyly at Yang Qingheng and poured her another glass of water.
Xiao Xuqi then took it and smiled at Yang Qingheng, saying, "Thank you, Sister Qingheng."
This kid is so cute it's unfair.
Yang Qingheng's heart softened, and she softly responded.
If she had given birth to that child in her past life, it would be this age now.
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