When everyone saw the blood on Old Lady Huang's legs, which had soaked her pants, they were all shocked and couldn't understand how someone who was perfectly fine just moments before could suddenly have such a leg condition.
However, seeing her howling on the ground, no one intended to help her. No one had a good impression of this old woman at all.
The crowd had been gathered here because they were worried that Wang Yan'er would be beaten to death by this old hag. They hesitated to step forward to help, but now that they saw that she couldn't beat Wang Yan'er anymore, they simply left, leaving her to howl on the ground.
Old Mrs. Huang, seeing that no one was paying attention to her after she had been howling for so long, fixed her fierce gaze on Wang Yan'er.
"You little whore, what are you standing there for? Can't you see my leg is injured? Hurry up and come over here to help me back."
Upon hearing Old Lady Huang's words, Wang Yan'er struggled to get up and walked towards Old Lady Huang with a blank expression.
When Han Yi saw Wang Yan'er like this, his brows furrowed tightly, and he felt an indescribable anger in his heart. He wanted to go up and grab her arm and slap the old woman hard across the face twice.
However, seeing the blood flowing from Old Lady Huang's leg, Han Yiyi looked at Nangong Yuan with some doubt, but when she saw the simple foolishness in Nangong Yuan's eyes, she dispelled her doubts.
In fact, Han Yiyi's suspicions were correct; the injury on Old Lady Huang's leg was indeed inflicted by Nangong Yuan.
It turned out that Nangong Yuan had also heard what Aunt Zhang said and saw Han Yiyi trying to rush over to save people. Perhaps he didn't want Han Yiyi to get into trouble, or perhaps he didn't want to see a woman being bullied like this.
Nangong Yuan flicked a pebble at Old Lady Huang's leg. Because he used his internal force, blood immediately flowed out. However, Nangong Yuan controlled his strength, otherwise Old Lady Huang's leg might have been crippled.
Seeing that Han Yiyi was still indignant, Aunt Zhang sighed before speaking.
"Oh! This Yan'er has suffered a lot since marrying into the Huang family. It was better before, but ever since Old Lady Huang returned from the Fan family, she has been tormenting her daughter-in-law even more..."
"Doesn't her husband care...?"
"Her husband, Da Chuan, is useless too. It's already a favor that he doesn't join this old hag in bullying his wife..."
After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she couldn't help but give Han Yiyi a meaningful look.
Alright! Aunt Zhang remembered how Han Yiyi, or rather, how the original owner of this body used to be tormented.
The original owner's husband was no good either. In the past, when Granny Fan tormented the original owner, he always turned a blind eye. Fortunately, the original owner could still make some money by embroidering, otherwise she would probably not be much better than Wang Yan'er. After all, Granny Fan and Granny Huang are the same kind of people.
"In that case, why not get a divorce...?"
Actually, when Han Yiyi first transmigrated, she also thought about divorcing Fan Tinghe, but in order to sever ties with that family as soon as possible, she didn't care about her reputation.
Upon hearing about the divorce, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh heavily again.
"It's easier said than done. Her former daughter-in-law was tormented to death by Old Woman Huang, and Yan'er knew nothing about it. It's just that her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed money for treatment. Yan'er married into the Huang family for the eight taels of silver dowry. Moreover, her father died early, and she has a younger brother who is not yet married. Therefore, whether she divorces or is divorced, it will affect her brother's marriage. Alas! Women in this world already have it hard enough. Why must women make things difficult for each other..."
Hearing Aunt Zhang's words, a trace of sorrow flashed in Han Yi's eyes, whether for Wang Yan'er or for the original owner of this body...
Han Yiyi glanced again at Wang Yan'er and Huang's wife as they left. In fact, Wang Yan'er wasn't without ways to resist.
However, she lacked the courage and ability to resist. In this ancient society, women had a low status. They had no independent source of income or the right to marry, and could only depend on men for survival.
To pay for her mother's medical treatment and to secure her younger brother's marriage, Wang Yan'er was forced to sacrifice her own happiness by marrying someone she didn't love and enduring abuse and torment from her mother-in-law. She lacked the courage and ability to resist this injustice and oppression, and could only silently endure it until the end of her life.
As a time traveler, Han Yiyi deeply understands the hardships and difficulties women face, as well as their rights and dignity. She desperately wants to help Wang Yan'er and change her fate.
But she also knew that this was not an easy thing. At the very least, Wang Yan'er needed courage, otherwise she would not be able to stand on her own two feet, and no matter how much others helped her, it would be of no use.
Han Yiyi let out a deep breath, this time twitching the corners of her mouth, and said to Aunt Zhang.
"Auntie, we picked some chestnuts and are going to make roasted chestnuts. Come over and have some later..."
Hearing Han Yiyi's words, Aunt Zhang also twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at the basket that Manager Tong was carrying, and said with a smile.
“Okay, the food you made must be good. But I still need to go to the village chief’s house to discuss with him about buying land and building a few houses. Now that the children are all grown up, and Da Niu should be getting married, these two thatched huts are really not enough to live in…”
"Auntie, you're building a house! Congratulations!"
"It's all thanks to you, Yi Yi, that Da Niu was able to sell some bamboo woven products and save some money. Otherwise, as we used to, we would never have had the money to build a house..."
"Auntie, you're too kind. It's all thanks to Da Niu's excellent cooking skills..."
Aunt Zhang was in a hurry to get to the village chief's house, so the two of them stopped talking.
After Han Yiyi saw that the people had gone far away, she went home with the others.
There were no special machines for making chestnuts here, nor were there microwave ovens or rice cookers, so Han Yiyi thought of using the most primitive method to make sugar-roasted chestnuts.
First, prepare some fine sand and pebbles, wash them clean, and then dry them in the sun. Han Yiyi had prepared this beforehand.
Next, remove the chestnuts from the burrs and make a slit in the shell of each chestnut. This will make them easier to peel when roasting.
Thus, the preparations were complete. The fine sand was poured into an iron pot and slowly heated over a low flame. When the sand was slightly hot to the touch, some white sugar was added to it. During this process, the sand needed to be stirred constantly. Naturally, this physically demanding task was left to Nangong Yuan.
Once the sugar has completely melted, pour the chestnuts into the fine sand and continue to stir-fry until the chestnuts split open, revealing the golden flesh inside.
The sweet aroma wafting from the pot made everyone swallow hard.
Han Yiyi endured the heat, quickly took one out of the pot, peeled it open, and stuffed it directly into Nangong Yuan's mouth.
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