"You're saying Song Yinhua is dishonest?" Han Zhiyuan said as if he'd heard a joke. "I'd rather believe it's snowing heavily in the summer than believe Song Yinhua is dishonest."
In his past life, Song Yinhua had been married to him for forty years, so he knew her best.
He spends every penny he has at home and never does anything like stealing or taking advantage of others.
Even during the most difficult times at home, when her daughter cried and wanted eggs, she went to her neighbor's house and bought three eggs. The neighbor said they didn't need the money, but she insisted on paying them.
“I’m telling the truth, it’s all over Songzhuang Village,” Wang Naiyun said.
"Did the people from Songzhuang come right up to you and tell you that themselves?" Han Zhiyuan said sarcastically.
"They were playing cards at the village entrance, I heard it from the people in Songzhuang."
"Mom, you went to play cards again?"
Wang Naiyun quickly changed her story, "I didn't fight, I just stood by and watched others fight."
"You went to watch others play cards, and who's taking care of the old man and the three kids? You've left all four of them at home again!" Han Zhiyuan angrily snapped at his own mother. "Mom, you're almost fifty, can't you be more mindful? The three kids are so young, how can you bear to leave them at home unattended?"
Wang Naiyun was also annoyed, "If you, as your own father, can be so heartless, why shouldn't I be? I raised you, and my mission is accomplished. You should take care of your own child!"
"I'm not injured anymore, right? What's wrong with you taking care of the children for a few days?" Han Zhiyuan felt his mother was too hard-hearted. "They are your own grandchildren too!"
"Serves you right! Don't you know how you got beaten up like this?" Wang Naiyun said irritably. "There are so many young girls in the surrounding villages, and you had to go and mess around with a butcher's wife, and then you got caught red-handed!"
"That's a misunderstanding!" Han Zhiyuan shouted. "I was framed!"
"Who are you saying framed you?"
Han Zhiyuan couldn't answer.
If he knew who framed him, he would have gone to settle accounts with them long ago.
Wang Naiyun glared at her son, "Zhiyuan, what are you really thinking? Whether it's Song Yinhua, Song Caixing, or any other girl, I'll support you no matter who you marry, but you absolutely mustn't get involved with any women who have husbands in their families."
"Mom, Li Er's wife and I are truly innocent."
Wang Naiyun muttered, "They did that in that shabby little house, and they still say they're innocent?"
"Li Er's wife gave me an idea: lure Song Yinhua to an abandoned hut at the foot of the mountain, force her into marriage, and then lure the villagers of Songzhuang Village there to catch her in the act. That way, Song Yinhua would have no choice but to marry me. That's why I knocked Song Caixing unconscious, just to lure Song Yinhua there. Who knew that in the end..."
Han Zhiyuan couldn't continue speaking.
He told his own mother the truth, so she wouldn't keep making wild guesses.
"Now you understand, right?"
"Then how did you end up with the woman who sells pork?" Wang Naiyun asked.
"I don't know. I remember that I knocked Song Yinhua unconscious. We were just one step away from the end when someone knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was caught by the villagers with Li Er's wife."
That day, he also got into an argument with Li Er's wife.
They both blamed each other for not handling things well.
They started arguing and then came to blows.
In a fit of anger, he shoved the other person, only to have the other person grab him with both hands, leaving his face covered in bruises.
"How many people know about this?" Wang Naiyun asked.
"It's just me, Li Er's wife Zhao Huizhen, and Wang Erchui."
Wang Naiyun insisted, "It must have been Li Er's wife who did it. She deliberately knocked you unconscious, took Song Yinhua away, and then had fun with you. She must like you. Li Er looks fierce and ugly, how can he compare to you?"
In Wang Naiyun's mind, her son was the most outstanding. Many young girls and married women liked her son and would even pay extra to be with him.
"Mom, don't talk nonsense. Li Er's wife is in love with Xie Daguang, and the two of them have been together for a long time. Li Er's wife saw Xie Daguang talking to Song Yinhua and thought they were having an affair, so she came up with this idea to make me marry Song Yinhua as soon as possible."
Wang Naiyun's eyes lit up immediately. "You mean Li Er's wife and Xie Daguang are having an affair?"
Han Zhiyuan regretted it and slapped himself on the face. "Mom, you absolutely can't tell anyone about this!"
"I know, Mom won't say!" Wang Naiyun replied, then pressed on with her son's marriage, "Zhiyuan, do you prefer Song Yinhua or Song Caixing? If you ask me, Song Caixing is better. She's younger, prettier, and easier to raise after marriage. Song Yinhua is not only older, but she's also a jinx. We should marry Song Caixing!"
Han Zhiyuan didn't want to talk to his own mother, afraid that if they continued talking, they would start arguing again.
"Matchmaker Wang said that young girls all like romance and love to hear sweet words. The younger they are, the easier they are to please. She suggested that you buy two movie tickets to take Song Caixing to a movie, buy her some snacks, and visit her house more often to help with chores. Perhaps the girl will be moved and agree to marry into our family."
Wang Naiyun was reluctant to spend money, but he really couldn't do without a woman in his household.
Han Zhiyuan lay back on the hospital bed. "I'm marrying a wife, not buying one! Mom, I know how to handle my own affairs, so don't worry about me."
In his past life, when he married Song Yinhua, he didn't spend a single penny, nor did he receive any dowry.
He was reborn with forty years of memories, and he knew everything about the future. Once he got through the present, he would ride the wave of the times and become a rich man. Song Yinhua married him, and she could live a life of luxury with him. Why would she need to spend any money?
As soon as Wang Naiyun left, Han Zhiyuan borrowed a cane from somewhere and specially asked the nurse to wrap bandages around his face, neck and arms. He then limped from the health center to Songzhuang Village by hailing a tricycle.
He looked so pitiful.
Arousing Song Yinhua's sympathy will make it easier and faster to win her over.
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space.
The sun sets in the west.
Song Yinhua scooped up two large buckets of lobsters from the rice paddies in her space, planning to take them to the market to sell for money the next morning.
The golden ears of rice bent the stalks low; it was time to harvest.
The space is different from reality.
At this time, the rice in reality had not yet headed and the temperature was still a bit hot, but the temperature in the space was always in the twenties, and the climate was very comfortable.
After finishing her work, Song Yinhua picked a fruit and leaned against a tree, eating it while enjoying the sunset.
This was the first time she had ever seen a sunset in the space.
I used to think that the space was always bright and sunny during the day.
She doesn't know much about this space yet.
She guessed that Old Master Tang had probably been inside this space as well, otherwise he wouldn't have been so eager to get his hands on the jade pendant.
She didn't know how much Old Master Tang knew about this space, or whether he had planted the rice and fruit trees there.
He must be around eighty years old this year. At that age, would he be farming in a virtual space?
After finishing the fruit, Song Yinhua rested for a while, then used a net she had bought beforehand to pack the lobsters into her basket. She then picked some fruit of similar variety to those from the back mountain and took them out of her spatial storage.
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